touch me - larry stylinson

chapter 5

HARRY

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Am I dreaming or something?

I fucking met Louis Tomlinson. I did it. And I am still wondering how I managed to stay that calm in front of the man of my dreams.

It's still a mystery. Liam. He didn't respond me even though I told him I met Louis. I am worried about him.

Or he let you down, Harry. You don:t have friends. Your life is a joke.

Fuck these voices for once. I am going to Louis Tomlinson's flat. And I couldn't be happier.

Finally something good. Very good.

I followed Louis to his car and I climbed in the front seat next to him, when I felt him putting his hand on my inner thigh. f u c k.

"Don't be scared, love, please" love. First babe and then love. I am asking once more, am I dreaming?

"I am just a simple lad called Louis who is singing and likes to travel. Nothing special. So don't over think this, please. I want to be just Louis, not Louis from One Direction. I want to be Louis the sass master from Doncaster." I looked up at him and he was making that "boss" face with the westside sign. I chuckled but I dropped my smile when I felt him taking his hand away from me.

Like what the fuck, Harry, did you think he was going to make love to you just that fast?

I tried to push these thought in the back of my mind. I hate these voices always confusing me and making e hate me more and just make this whole situation worse than it actually is.

I nodded my head as I realised I was staring. He seems to realise too because he was smirking and God if he is not more beautiful than on my phone's screen.

"Were you staring at me, little Harold?" Harold. That's how Liam calls me.

I blushed and looked down as he said "Don't be embarassed, I would do the same thing if I were you. Like bro, I am so handsome, I am the king."

I started laughing and then I realised how funny and how nice Louis actually is. And I totally forgot he is a part of One Direction. I felt like two friends hanging out like two idiots.

"C'mon, Harry, say something, don't let my ego grow that much because I will be a pain in the ass after." he finally started driving, pulling us out of the parking lot.

"Well, I felt like two friends kind of hanging out like idiots... you know, that kind of stuff. Like you were not just... kind of... a part of One Direction you know?"

I looked at him and he was smiling and he chuckled. "Well, Harold, we have a little problem there. You are rambling!"

"Well... I... I don't... like..." I was rambling because who wouldn't be if you were in the car with such a beautiful person.

"It's okay Harry. I understand. And by the way, I like the way you speak so don' be ashamed."

I nodded and murmured a quiet thank you as we finally arrived to another parking lot.

"C'mon Curly, we arrived to the Tommo Habitat." We stepped out of the car and he put his hand around my waist again and I fucking died for a few seconds until I felt him gripping my side.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah... I am, just ... yeah."

As we went to the elevator, I could sense his smirk. He knows.

After a few moments spent in dead silence we arrived to his apartament or "the Tommo Habitat" how he liked to call his home. And I was so nervous because I was in Louis Tomlinson's house. The boy I love so much and the boy who saved me. I couldn't be more happier at the moment.