Humble (larry stylinson)

Chapter 1

''Harry!"

No answer.

''Harry?"

Still nothing. Gemma sighed deeply.

"Harry you wanker, that guy is on TV get your cute little bum down here!"

The sound of something heavy, body-like falling on the floor could be heard from upstairs Footsteps came thundering down the stairs and then a very flushed face surrounded by long curls appeared in the doorway.

"Who?" Harry asked warily, drifting closer and doing a very much terrible job at trying to hide his excitement.

"That guy, the one you're in love with, I don't know. The pretty one. "

"Zayn?" Harry's face fell the tiniest bit. Zayn was good. He wasn't going to complain, even though he had expected, no, hoped for someone else.
Zayn Malik was one of the most talented artists in the UK at the moment.
The most talented. In the world, if you asked Harry. His paintings showed emotions that Harry, being his 19 year old cupcake-y self, hadn't even heard of before seeing Zayn's work. And according to a backstage clip from one of the many charity events Zayn attended -and sponsored-, he was an amazing singer as well.

Zayn Malik was definitely the kind of guy Harry would go for - if it wasn't for the actual angel that had been on his mind for a good three years now.

"You know I'm not in love with Z, Gems."

The tall lad plopped down on the couch next to his sister, talking about the celebrity as if he were friends with him and didn't kiss his poster good-night every day.

Harry threw his long legs over Gemma's lap with an exaggerated sigh.

"He is quite pretty though...." he narrowed his eyes at the small TV screen that was indeed showing the slightly fuzzy features of a very handsome, tan young man with eyes that could burn the flesh right off your bones to look into the deepest depths of your soul.

Another sigh. He needed to stop calling Zayn pretty, the word clearly didn't do him justice. But all the other words were saved for someone else, the one and only-

"Louis Tomlinson!"

Harry gasped and scrambled off Gemma to retrieve the remote that was sitting on the table next to the couch. He fumbled around with it and almost turned the TV off by accident before his sister took it away from his shaking hands and turned the volume up, the boy next to her keeping his green eyes fixed on the screen.

"-and here we are again folks, with one of the most talked-about young gentlemen of our time. May l introduce you to a lad who I think I'm actually quite good friends with, the one and only Louis Tomlins-"

The dark-haired interviewer with puppy-dog eyes and a contrastingly cheeky smile was interrupted by ear piercing screams, coming not only from the crowd but also from the curly haired boy now sitting on the floor in front of his TV, hands grabbing the edges of it as if he was going to climb right into it.

And then a very handsome young man appeared on the screen and Harry just about lost it. He scrambled away as if he'd gotten an electric shock, then scooted closer again, his face glowing with adoration.

Gemma scoffed and got up to grab her mug and go up to her room. She knew that once her 'baby brother' got like this, there was no use fighting for the TV, so she just walked past him with a careful pat on the head and a fond roll of her eyes and left him to his fanboy ways.

Harry though didn't even feel the touch. He just stared at the beautiful face that was right in front of him yet so painfully for away and tried not to breathe too loudly so he could understand what the love of his life had to tell him.