Beside You (Larry Stylinson)

Wishes

It was December 31st. 

A white blanket covered the ground and the air was dry. I leaned in closer to the window, my breath hitting the surface. A fog grew and I squinted to make out the figures outside.

Laying in the snow, sat Harry’s 5 year old cousin Mia. Her golden locks framed her face as she made snow angels. I smirked she was adorable. 

I hand rested itself on my shoulder and my attention was diverted to the curly haired boy standing to my side. “Hey Harry,” I muttered looking back to the window.

He shuffled next to me and chuckled realizing what I was doing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him sign. ‘She’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.’

“Oh you’re lucky I agree with you or else my ego would be bruised.” I said jokingly.

He rose and eyebrow. ‘I would describe you as more manly and rugged.’

I felt warmth creep onto my face and I smiled inwardly. There he goes again, making my heart race to inhuman speeds. I swear I’m going to have a heart attack before I’m 25 and the cause can be summed up in two words, Harry Styles.

Mia spotted us watching her from the window. She waved and smiled at us while jumping up and down. She quickly ran into the house, “Harry! Louis!” the little girl shouted.

Mia’s mother Clare was quick to demand she stop shouting. Harry and I made our way downstairs and found Clare helping Mia out of her wet cloths. “Harry and Lou!” 

“Hey love,” I said.

“Will you play with me?” she asked.

I peered over to Harry who nodded.

“Sure,” I smiled. She squealed and jumped up from her seat. She grabbed both Harry’s wrists and mine, dragged us up to the guest room where she and her parents were staying.

Upon reaching the room, she released us and ran over to her suitcase. I walked over the couch and sat down. Harry followed suit and moments later Mia came rushing over to us with a couple storybooks in her tiny hands. “Louis will you read one to me?” the little girl asked.

“Of course my dear Mia,” I picked her up and sat her on my lap. “So which one do you want to read?”

She paused for a moment. “This one!” she said pointing at Cinderella.

“Ok.”

She moved around for a moment, getting comfortable. Harry leaned in next to us and I opened the book. “Once upon a time…”

As I read the familiar fairy tale Mia kept on looking up to me and then to Harry. She did this a couple time and I wondered why she was so intent on watching the two of us. I finished the story and she took the book and hopped off my lap. Again she looked to me and then Harry, but instead of looking away she just stared at us.

“Lou do you have a princess like in the story?” 

“No I’m looking for a prince actually,” I said casually.

Mia looked at me and smiled. “Oh does that mean Harry is your prince?” she asked after a short pause.

My eyes grew wide and I sat there in complete shock. Looking over to Harry, he mirrored my expression. “Um no love… Harry isn’t my prince.”

She frowned. “Are you sure? You look at Harry like mummy looks at daddy.” I felt like I was going to die from embarrassment. She had blatantly exposed that I was in love with Harry.