Not A Chance

Chapter Two

“Woo that was completely mad!” Liam fist pumped the air as we made our way back towards the van.

“Those fans were crazy!” I added, nodding in agreement.

“And you completely nailed your solo Haz,” Louis skipped up next to me, lightly punching me in the arm playfully, “As always of course.”

I smiled bashfully back, “Ah you were pretty good yourself.”

He simply smiled and shrugged as he opened the door of the van, taking his place and patting the spot next to him, offering me the seat, not that I needed him to offer in the first place.

“That was completely amazing, brilliant; oh gosh the audience was amazing it was amazing!” Niall began, a childlike expression in his eyes as he climbed in and sat opposite us.

We all laughed at how exited he was, of course we were all buzzed from the night, Niall just had a way of showing it more.

“Mmm…” Zayn mumbled something barely audible as he climbed in behind Liam, taking the spot next to me.

“Hush Niall, the princess needs her sleep…” Louis cooed, referring to Zayn who was about to drift off again.

“Oh god…” I moaned as Niall giggled, “Why can’t he sleep on someone else.

Louis smiled, leaning his head on my shoulder, “Because you’re comfortable to sleep on…”

“I do believe you just called me fat, Tomlinson,” I mocked an upset expression.

His head darted up, looking legitimately offended, “No Harry I was meaning in a way that you don’t move as much as Niall and it’s just comforting lying on you…” He shot back, before lying his head on my shoulder again.

I smiled, “I know Boo, just teasing,” I rested my own head on his.

“Aww, look at you two!” Liam cooed, fishing his phone out of his pocket, “Smile for twitter!” He laughed, clicking a button on his phone and making the camera light flash brightly.

“Ahh the light!” Louis shut his eyes tightly, digging his head deeper into my neck, I wrapped my arms tightly around his torso, so he was snuggled in to me, my eyes also shut tightly, blinded temporarily by the bright flash.

 If only the fans could see you now…” Liam began again, “You look like a cute little couple.”

“Shut up Liam,” I muttered, keeping my eyes shut and deciding to follow on with what Zayn had started and try and get some sleep.

Sometime later I woke up to the whispering of Louis and Liam and the soft rumble of the car coming to a stop, I opened my eyes slowly and found myself with my head on Louis’ lap and his hand playing with my curls, I smiled lightly, sighing happily at the touch.

“Looks like someone’s awake…” Liam stopped his talking to Louis and looked down at me.

“Morning curly,” Louis spoke softly.

I sat up, wiping the sleep out of my eyes and yawning before muttering a ‘hello’ back.

Still half asleep, I glanced out the window, trying to work out where we were, before noticing that we had pulled up at the front of my house, another one of our unspoken traditions was that after every concert near enough, we’d all sleep in the shack at my house.

Looking at the other boys, I noticed that Zayn was awake and scrolling through twitter on his blackberry and Niall was lightly dozing with his earphones in.

“Alright lads, everyone out!” Liam raised his voice slightly, in attempt to wake the two sleeping boys up.

“Mmm… Carry me!” Niall groaned, his eyelids fluttering open as he raised his arms like a baby.

“Carry yourself,” Liam replied with a chuckle.

“Ok,” Niall unclicked his seatbelt, suddenly fully awake, and opened the door to the van before wrapping his arms around his own torso and holding the belt loops of his pants and jumping a few steps.

“Niall… what are you doing?” Liam’s face was puzzled, as was mine and the rest of the boys.

“I’m carrying myself, like you told me to do!”

“You idiot…” I muttered sleepily while Niall giggled at how hilariously clever he was.

The rest of us all stepped out of the van I led the way, walking into the front door. Literally.

“Harry what are you doing?” Louis laughed as I stumbled back, holding my head in the spot where I’d hit.

“I’m clearly more asleep than awake…” I muttered back, opening the glass door successfully and stepping into the freezing room.

“Christ that’s cold!” Niall shrieked.

I agreed, and the coldness made me suddenly wide awake too.

I ran towards the heater, turning it up full blast and waited the painful wait for the room to turn from arctic temperature to semi normal.

The rest of the boys were making themselves at home, Liam had already gotten dibs on the remote of the TV and had begun channel surfing, Niall every now and then attempting to steal the remote from him, Zayn was busy trying to loosen his tie, which the rest of us had already done while on the drive, and Louis was sitting on the couch, hugging himself in a pathetic attempt to keep warm.

Louis was always cold, probably because of his fine structure, but never the less, he was always cold, and his attempts of keeping warm made me want to wrap myself around him.

Taking a blanket from a basket I walk over, sitting myself down next to him on the one seater couch, but could squeeze the two of us on snug, and wrapped the blanket around the both of us, then wrapping my arms around him, partly to keep him all the more warm, partly because being close to Louis was always the most amazing feeling.

“That better boobear?” I asked in a hushed tone.

“Very much, thanks curly,” He replied, resting his head on my shoulder chest, making me smile happily, where friends meant to feel this way? With their friend who is also a guy?

Lou and I are extremely close, we’ve always acted like this around each other, so I suppose it’s normal. All the boys act like this around each other, just not to this extent. Then again, none of the other boys are as close and Lou and I, I guess. Do they get the same heart skip that I do? What even is the heart skipping feeling? Like the feeling you get when you set eyes on a girl you know you want to be yours, but different, more intense maybe.

Oh my god no, I am not having these feelings with Louis, I’m not freaking crushing on my best friend. That’s just…. Not right on so many levels.