Marry Christmas wish you Larry Stylinson- English

7. December- I wanna be yours vol. 2

Louis

"Bro, what are you thinking about? You still with me?", zayn asked, before he waved with his hands to get Louis' attention. He was dressed in his usual zayn- like, with a cigarette hanging from his lips. (That means he's got a leather jacket on and all that stuff, and owns a good amount of tatoos.) Zayn was a friend of Louis' since they both started uni in the same year. Louis just met him at the third day of school randomly behind the old, red building, because they both craved a smoke and then they just kind of clicked. Zayn always said: "Their aura just matched."

Right now they're behind the huge house as well, though only Zayn had a cigarette lit up. Louis decided that it wasn't good for his voice, especially because he chose drama as his main subject, so he quitted smoking two years ago. 

"You know the Harry lad, right?", Louis asked hesistant. He didn't exacly come out to anyone yet, not even Zayn. He secretly thought anyway that it was really unnesessary, because why wouldn't straight people have to come out as well? But he knew that someday he had to tell Zayn.

"You mean the one, that you have a crush on since he first entered this building? Obviously.", Zayn laughed. Well, that was easyer than Louis thought. 

"I don't have a crush on him. He's just really cute.", Louis defended himself.

"Well that means you fancy him." Zayn patted his hand on Louis' shoulder. And then he continued his story that he intended to tell Zayn at the beginning. 

"Anyways, I gave him my jumper today." Louis was blushing, but just a little bit. 

"Oh my god! I saw him today, and he was so embarassed about his sweater. Wow... that's really fucking cute."

Louis hadn't known that Zayn was actually so passionate about shipping Louis with anyone. In their past, Louis never really had a relationship. But he was still really relieved that his best friend took it so well, even if he didn't expect anything different from him. He was always supportive with everything and about everybody. 

"I also kind of wrote him a message."

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(Se next wiiiik) (sei didnt get to sii itsch oser unfourtsvchonatly) 

Harry

"Harry!", a voice shouted from where the football pitch is. So Harry turned around, curious who it might be and was surprised to see Louis jogging towards him. He worried that Louis only wanted to get the jumper back. But then he wouldn't have just wrote a fucking cute message on a gum wrapper. 

I love your curls, it said, and Harry was over the moon with that. He was so unsure of growing his hair long, but he really liked it now. 

So Harry slighly waved at Louis so signalise that he saw him. Schould he smile? Well that he did anyways, because Louis aura was just so bright, it might could light up the world like nobody elses can. He also noticed that Louis always was gentle to everyone, he was just kind of perfect. Harry must have spaced out a little because Louis stood by now directly in front of him and clearly expected an answer from him. So Harry smiled apoletlicly. 

"Sorry, what did you say?" His cheeks turned into a soft shade of red.

"I asked you if your week was good." Louis smiled fondly, so he couldn't be mad at him. "Because you seemed quite down the last time we saw each other. I just wanted to make shure you're okay." 

And if Harry wasn't dead by now, he would not know how to explain why. But he somehow managed to respond.

"Yeah, yeah, it's okay.", he smiled kind of sad, "Was just a really harsh week, I guess."

Louis gave him a reassuring look. "Okay. But you can always talk to me. Maybe we could go out sometime?" 

Harry was genuinely surprised. He really didn't think Louis would ask him, especially since he was quite embarassing the other day. But of course he said yes. They arranged a date, in wich they were going to go to the doncaster market. Harry actually never found time to go, since he was really busy with studying the last couple of months. And Louis lived here his whole life, while Harry just lived here because of the university. He just loved that Doncaster was not that lively all the time. 

Louis also added, that harry couldn't say no, because he still had to give the jumper to Louis. As if Harry wasn't convinced otherwise,

"Okay. We'll see us tomorrow then. I'll bring the jumper.", Harry said with a big smile, plastered on his face. Louis gave Harry his number so they could text each other where and when to meet. And if Louis kissed Harry's cheek shortly but in a very romantic way, nobody had to know. 

Well, except for Niall. He was like a sniffing dog, needed to know every tea in this whole school building. And obviously he appeared out of nowhere and let out an excited shriek. He had Liam in tow.

"He fucking kissed you on the cheek, H! That's a really big deal, buddy!" Niall was probably not ready for what he heard next, because in the next moment, his jaw was on the floor. 

"I'm going on a date with him tomorrow"

...

(in se evening)

Still Harry

"Gemma, I'm home!", Harry shouted into the kitchen of the shared apartement of him and his sister. It had a lot of advantages that he could list up, but especially so they wouldn't habe less contact to each other. They were since childhood extremely close. 

But he got no response back. And then he suddenly heard a breaking sound, coming from the bathroom. Someone cursed under their breath. The scariest thing was, that Harry didn't recognise the voice at all. He was scared to death, it could've been a robber or something like that. His first intuition was to run away as fast as he possibly could, but then he remembered that his sister was in here as well. As long as he knew, Gemma didn't work today. Shit. 

He didn't even get to open his mouth to call for his sister, because a young man entered the hallway with an apologetical smile. 

"Hey, you must be Harry, then! Sorry, I think I broke something. If you're looking for Gemma, she's in the room. I was just going to join her."

As Harry didn't response, the man must've noticed that he didn't even introduce himself.

"Oh sorry, my bad, I'm Michal, Gemmas boyfriend." 

Here, it clicked. Harry remembered how Gemma raved about him all the time, the last few weeks. He was so relieved, that it was just Michal, or else it probably would've been very bad.

"Oh yeah, she's told me a lot 'bout you!", Harry said. He was glad to hear that they finally got together. 

But Gemma wasn't the only one. Because maybe, just maybe, Louis asked Harry a few weeks later over Tee and coffee in their favourite cafe, if he wanted to be his boyfriend. And maybe everybody was annoyed by how they never left each others sides and how they kissed litterly in every free minute they had. But we wouldn't know, because this love belongs alone to Harry and Louis.

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I'M SORRY. 

It's currently eleven thirty p.m and I had to upload it now or else it would've been embarrasing as fuck. So I apologise to everyone who maybe wanted to read this today and not tonight, but today was really stressfull:)

Anyways I hope you like this one and I would be like reeeaaaalllyyy happy about a comment or a vote or just a tiny little smile, really:) 

And yes. It contains LHH again, but I'm really not embarassed 'bout that.

Goodnight everyone!! (yawnnnnn)

-El xx (the x's are my new thing)