The Bet- Larry Stylinson fanfic

Chapter 3

Louis's POV

I'm walking, almost skipping down the brick lined hallway behind the interview room. Harry and I are next to go in, but he's keeping his distance from me. I understand why, but I wish he wouldn't be so 'modest' or 'mushy'. He acts like if we actually do something it's just gonna be because of 'my game'.

What a baby. "Lewis, Harry? You're on." A man in a black shirt and dark jeans announces. "It's Louis." I respond, walking into the room, moving my hips abit more on purpose. Harry takes a deep breath in and sighs heavily, walking faster so he's pressed against me. "Stop being so damn sassy, he didn't know." Harry demands into my ear, taking a step back as we step onto the stage thing.

"So, Harry, I hear you're still single." The lady asks as soon as we sit down. I ignore her tiny wink, only because Harry almost misses her question when I press my leg against his. "Huh? Oh yeah, but so are the rest of the boys... I mean, except Liam." He quickly turns to smirk at me, which goes unnoticed by the interviewer.

After countless questions, flirtatious looks, and constant teasing (me to Harry) the interview is over. I sigh relieved and start walking away, not before being pulled back into a pair of arms. So now I'm walking with Harry pressed against my back, which is extremely difficult. The second I'm out of his grasp, leaning over to step into the car, he hits my bum.

I squeak, turning around to glare at him, about to scream but... "Hey, do you think we can come over Lou?" Liam asks smiling. "Of course, Li." I respond, grinning. Harry deflates at this, sinking himself into the seat next to me.

Once we're at the flat, Liam makes himself at home, making tea and offering it to us. (Like this isn't our apartment) Randomly, he turns to Zayn and whispers to him. "No, no... It's not like that." He pauses, nervously fidgeting with his hands, than whispers to me. "I need you to kiss me." I look at him wide eyed, and whisper/yell. "Why?!" He puts his mouth basically on my ear and says. "I'll explain later. Please?"

It sounds serious, so what do I do? I slam my lips against Zayn's. I mean I really don't mind. Have you seen the man? He's pretty hot... And he's also sticking his tongue down my throat, which I kinda mind. But I pretend I don't and throw my arms around the back of his neck, pulling us closer and make out in front of our friends. He pulls back and turns to Liam. "See?" I'm about to pull him away to ask what just happened but Harry tugs on my arm.

Ok, tugs is an understatement. He tries to pull my arm off, and yanks me into the hallway. "What's up?" I say, like I wasn't just locking lips with Zayn. "What's up? That's all you have to say?" Harry asks, then laughs dryly. I open my mouth to say something but Harry interrupts me. "Stop." I glare at him, shoving him away a little. "What? Stop kissing Zayn? Because it only happened once." I retort, starting to strut away.

"Stop that!" He screams, grabbing my shoulders and pressing me against the wall. I groan, almost bending over but my face is equal with Harry's dick if I do that. "Stop what Harry?" I ask loudly, looking up and seeing the pupils in his eyes wider than before. I suddenly cower, squeezing myself against the wall, away from Harry.

He immediately notices, pressing his body against me, but still keeping his face far above mine. I feel so fucking little and its so infuriating yet terrifying. "Stop being so damn frustrating Louis!" He suddenly yells, making me flinch and look down. Harry grabs ahold of my jaw which forces me to look up at him, leaning over me.

"You're so fucking confusing, Lou. One second you're all over me, teasing me and flirting. The next instant, you're hiding from me or snogging another guy. What the hell?" Harry's screaming now, making it easier to feel his lungs expanding for deeper breaths. It's so calming, even though he's yelling at me. I don't have a response, so I just look up and blink at him. I honestly don't know anymore.

"You're so fucking cute." He breaths out, suddenly slamming his lips against mine. He's using his hands to hold me up now, my feet dangling off the ground. It's a little annoying but honestly it's kinda embarrassing. Harry seems to like that I'm shorter than him though... I'm lost in my thoughts, so I don't notice myself kissing back until Harry bites on my lip and pulls back on it. I use the moment to take a deep breath and he slams himself against me. Harry's biting on my lip still, but it pinches for a second and I gasp. He uses this instant to stick his tongue into my mouth.

We stand in the middle of the hallway, making out, with our friends in the other room. They either know exactly what's going on, or think I killed Harry.  As soon as I think about that and Harry starts grinding himself against me, making me moan into his mouth, I hear a tiny gasp. It's instantly followed by a tiny giggle and Harry instantly pulls back. "Niall?"

He's panting, raising an eyebrow at a giggling Niall, but his voice sounds so deep and wrecked. I almost moan at the sound, until I look over at a cackling Niall. As he's laughing, I notice I'm still not touching the floor and I instantly raise an eyebrow at Harry. He just smirks, lifting me higher, which makes me instantly glare at him. "Oh please, go on. Don't let me interrupt." Niall says in between laughs, not making a move to leave.

"Ruined it anyway." I choke out, surprised by my own scratchy voice. Harry turns and smiles at me, innocently, then pecks my lips and pulls me away from the wall. He places his hands under my arms, still holding me off the ground, but not by as much. He's basically carrying me to the living room, a cackling Niall following us. "Put me down." I mumble, tugging on Harry's arm. He puts me down but not before Liam and Zayn walk over to us and gasp.

My feet touch the floor, but I suddenly want to hide in Harry's arm. "Did you?..." Liam starts, jaw almost on the floor. "Did you guys fuck? No, you couldn't, not enough time. What did you do?" Zayn asks for Liam and without thinking I turn around, burying my face in Harry's chest. God, I hate Liam and Zayn. No I don't. But I wish they wouldn't be so nosy.

"Awe, look at them! See? I told you Liam. You didn't believe me." Niall says, making me peek out at him from Harry's embrace.  "Shut up, nothing happened. We just kissed. It's not like it was the first time or anything." Harry demands but instantly leans down and whispers to me. "You know this time was different right?" I nod. "Ok, good."

When I step away from him, Liam looks as if he's seen a ghost. I giggle at Liam's expression and Harry instantly looks down at me fondly. Again, Niall coos and suddenly makes Liam and Zayn leave. But Zayn doesn't hesitate to scream as he exits. "I demand some answers. Soon."

I look at Harry, and he just shrugs. "Fuck them. We don't have to tell them shit." He says, almost angrily. And within seconds in up against the wall again.