Harry could feel Louis' arms around him when he woke up. At first he thought nothing of it. He literally woke up in Louis' arms every morning. But then he relized he was naked. And that His bum was rather sore. His eyes popped open As he remembered what had happened. And he shook Louis' sholder.
"Louis!" He frantically whined, "Louis please wake up!"
Louis rolled over sleepily. "What's wrong Harry?"
"Louis, We slept together." Harry stated. Louis opened his eyes to look at Harry.
"Yes Harry. Is that a problem?" Louis sounded almost hurt, and Harry relized that it must have sounded like he hadn't wanted to sleep with Louis.
"No, it's just..." Harry sighed, not knowing what To say. "I just..."
The truth was, Harry was sure Louis really liked him. Louis had Eleanor, had had Eleanor for years. Sure, he had broken up qith her the second Harry had kissed him, but the night before that he had spent the night with her. Which reminded Harry that he had never asked what had happened that night.
"Louis, That night you spent at Eleanors. Did you two sleep together?" He asked timidly. It got his point across better than any of his words would have been able to and Louis' face softened.
"Harry, the time I spent the night at Eleanors I drank a glass of tea and cried because I thoight you slept with Liam." Louis admitted.
Harry smiled slightly. "No. Liam and I were just talking about how miserable our situations are. He was trying to comfort me after Zayn and Nialls argument upset me."
Louis smiled and pulled Harry closer to him. "I love you Harry. Never forget that."
"I love you too Louis." Harry smiled as he said the words that he had held deep inside for so long. Louis pulled away and gsmiled at Harry.
"Then I don't see why there is any problem with us sleeping together. You're pretty good in bed by the way." Louis winked and Harry flushed ruby red. Louis smiled at how shy He was.
"I-I...Y-you..." Harry stuttered. Louis laughed at how adorable he was.
"It's okay Harry. I already know I'm pretty good in bed myself." Louis winked again, and Harry turned an even brighter shade of red. He tried stuttering out a few more syllables, but found himself unable to force anything out and soon gave up. Louis smiled.
"Oh, Harry Its okay. I love you you kbow." Louis said the words again, loving that he could say them the way he meant them now. Harry smiled right back.
"I love you too Louis." He promised.
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Kendall smiled and waved at Zqyn as she dropped him back at his house. But as soon as she was gone, her face fell. She was really starting to like Zayn, but there was one big problem. She had lied to him.
But it wasn't her fault. He had asked an impossible question, one she wasn't about to answer. She could still remember that night, though at times it sent shivers down her spine.
It was more than three years ago, Kendall had only been a teenager. She wasn't a minor, but a teenager all the same. She had been at a party, one she had been too drunk to remember the details of the next morning. But she could remember vividly the events that had transpired.
She had been drunk, not incredably so, but more than tipsy. The boy had been leaning in the counter, head in his hands. He was about her age, maybe a bit younger or a bit older, it was hard to say. But he had curly hair and when he looked up, his eyes were the most stunning green she had ever seen. Kendall had sat down and talked to him. At first it was jist pleasant conversation. But then they both got a nit more drunk. The boy had a crush on another guy, but didn't want anyone to know he was gay. Kendall herself had been deeply in love with a boy named Peter at the time, which was where she had gotten the name She used in her lie to Zayn. But as Kendall got to talking to this boy, their drunk minds decided it was only fair that they got some action while they were waiting to make their love life work out. So they had slept together. Come morning, the boy had been gone. But her sober mind didn't need much help filling in the gaps. And by this time one thing was abundantly clear.
Noah's father was the famous pop star Harry Styles.
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Liam was much more willing to get up when Zayn got home for the second time. He was also rather confused as to why he had been sleeping on the porch. Zayn laughed pretty hard before explaining.
"In your own words, 'Harry and Louis. Upstairs. Noise.'" Zayn smiled and Liam groaned.
"I honestly expected they would be done pretty soon and we would be able to go back inside." Liam stood, stretching his stiff muscles. Zayn smiled and shrugged.
"They were done by the time I got back. But you seemed pretty comfy." Zayn raised an eyebrow.
Liam shrugged as he dragged the blankets inside. "I'm not very happy when I'm woken up at 3 am. What we're you even doing out that late?"
Zayn smiled at the memory of what had happened the day before. "I was walking home from a bakery."
Liam shook his head. "I'm not even gonna ask."
Zayn laughed as they walked into the living room. Niall, Harry and Louis were all upstairs, presumably still asleep. So it was just the two of them. Theu took a seat on the couch, Zayn flipping quickly through the channels. He was sleep deprived and running on adrenaline, which always made him skittish and jumpy.
"Calm down Zayn." Liam grabbed his arm, trying to slow him down. Zayn stopped flipping through the channels, landing on some obscure baking show. Zayn sighed and fell back into the plush of the sofa.
"I need a nap," he mumbled, shutting his eyes. Liam wrapped his arm around the slightly older boys shoulders pulling him close. Zayn hardly even noticed as he drifted off into unconsciousness. But Liam smiled at Zayn s sleeping face. Zayn had a tendency to fall asleep on him a lot on this couch. It was rather sweet all thibgs considered. And Liam felt his heart throb with the familiar pain of not being with Zayn.
You know he's single now, his subconscious reminded him.
Yeah, and straight. Liam retorted.
He dated Niall, his subconscious pointed out.
I hate you, Liam childishly told hos own brain.
Yeah, But you love him, and Liam knew his subconscious was right. He did love Zayn. And maybe right now was his chance. With a breath, Liam gathered his courage. He reached over andplaced his hand on hand sholder. But he couldn't bring himself to shake it. He decided he would wait until Zayn had had his nap before confessing. And until then, breakfast wasn't gonna cook itself.
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Much drama. A bit of Larry fluff up there, but that's just the calm before the storm. And how do you think Liam s confession will go? Blame Citybelle22 for the "Noah is Harry's son" thing. She's been stuck on that since I mentioned the curls. Also I hear that @kabbel is responsible for the cover art. Thanks for that. Though no one will tell me who you are. Everyone, go figure out who that is and let me know.
