girl almighty • larry stylinson

fourteen

"Why aren't we dating?"

Louis misses a beat, two beats, and it turns into a full minute. All he does is stare at Harry, and he removes his leg from Harry's stomach. Their fingers are still laced together, holding on and neither of them try to break apart.

"I don't..." Louis begins, "I don't know."

"I'm confused, too." because we kiss and giggle and laugh at each other almost every day and everyone's rooting for us and we're a couple, except we're not.

"It's kind of fucked up, innit?" Louis breathes out, ending his sentence with a smile.

Harry takes a moment to answer, because he can't just ignore Louis' smile. The room is dark, but the moonlight is seeping through the windows and it helps. Louis' smile is well... incredibly, unimaginably beautiful. (Louis is, too.) He's out of this world, and Harry has been agreeing to that phrase since he was sixteen.

There's really no stopping right now. Even after five years.

"I kind of like it." Harry raises his free hand up to push back Louis' fringe, soft through his fingers, "It's better than nothing."

"You're everything." Louis supplies.

"You're everything, too."

The smaller man removes his hand from Harry's, and then he straddles the curly man, plopping down on his stomach, right below his butterfly. Harry smiles, his hands resting themselves on Louis' thighs.

Louis sighs heavily, and he leans down until he's a tiny koala, clinging to Harry's bare torso with his face nuzzled on the crook of Harry's neck. The latter's hand has rested on Louis' lower back, slightly curved, and his other one is stroking Louis' hair, coaxing him to sleep, "We're on an early flight tomorrow. Go to sleep."

Louis hums back, but he doesn't close his eyes. Sleep has faded away from him and he can't grasp it back. He's thought of it a couple of times -too many times- and he'd be lying if he said he hasn't smiled or told himself to stop thinking about it.

It'd be extremely wonderful to spend a single day with only cuddling and talking with Harry instead of having orgasms twice in an hour. Harry's special, he is, and he isn't just a rebound or a second choice. Maybe before Louis thought he was, but now, with their bodies easily fit against each other and Harry's hand gentle scratching Luis' scalp with another protective arm around him as Louis breathes into his neck, he's even more than that. Louis will do anything for Harry, and he's not sure why he's just realizing this just now, after four years. It's a very slow process, he decides, and I'm an idiot. A calloused, oblivious, dumb idiot.

Louis, filling with courage and fucks (he doesn't want to get rejected), pulls his head up until he's looking down at Harry, his eyebrows knitting in a worried frown. Before he can speak, he fishmouths, and Harry smiles and fonds so much, reaching a hand up to smooth Louis' frown, "What is it?"

Louis sighs, "Why aren't we dating?"

Harry's smile only widens, and oh, it's definitely what Louis' not expecting, "This is better than nothing."

[A/N]: THIS DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE