Unbelievable - Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 10

A/N

Alright, alright,

I've made you guys wait long enough...

So here's the next chapter. ;) x

  

Chapter 10

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Louis' POV

Laying on Harry is possibly the most relaxing thing in the universe.  He was running his hands through my hair, and I was honestly struggling not to moan.  It felt too good.

Us and the lads were watching "The Notebook."  It was surprisingly good, in a weird way.  At one point I felt myself biting back tears... it was just so emotional!  I felt someone staring at me so I looked up to see Harry staring directly at me.  I felt like such a girl when I actually felt a tear slide down my face.

Harry gently swiped his finger against my cheek, wiping it away.  Just then I noticed how he was looking at me.  He was smiling down at me with a pure look of content on his face.  But then he looked up at the sceen quickly, almost like he was avoiding something.  

I kept my gaze on him, and just admired his features.  His eyes were fixated on the screen, but by the way he was staring at it, I could tell his mind was somewhere else.  His lips looked a little swollen, as if he were continuously biting them.  I let my eyes travel up to his hair.  His chocolate locks were messy but tamed.  I was about to reach up and run my fingers through his hair, but his eyes stopped me.  He was looking right at me, and I could feel myself smiling.  I never realized how perfect this boy was.  But I noticed he was looking down at me with confusion.  Then he got all weird.

He looked back up at the tv, then got up suddenly.  He wished everyone a good night then practically ran up to his room.  I sat there in shock for a bit, and looked over to the other guys.  Zayn and Liam didn't notice anything, but I think Niall did.  He looked worried.  He met my glance and looked over to the stairs, silently signaling me to follow Harry.  I nodded, and got up.  But before I went upstairs, I motioned for Niall to come to the kitchen.  He nodded and followed me out.

I stepped in and turned to Niall. "What's up with Harry?"

"Way to get right to the point..." He mumbled.

"Niallllllllll..." I whined, begging him to get to the point.

"I don't know..." he avoided my gaze, and looked down at his feet, indicating that he was lying.

I scoffed.  "Bull." I said coldly, making him look back up at me shocked.

"Well... there is this one thing..."

"Get on with it then."  I growled, losing my patience.  I may be being a bit harsh, but I hate when people hide things from me.

"Well..." Niall scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Harry uh...... he's been..... he's had these feelings..."

"Stop talking in riddles! What do you mean feelings? For who?"

"Uh..... n-no one. He just thinks that your friendship changed when he saved you." Niall said, rushing out the last bit, still avoiding eye contact.