Larry Stylinson-We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve

chapter 3

chapter 3

Harry's POV

Thank God Nick exists.

He's so funny that I can already laugh like an idiot even though I've just split up with my "girlfriend".

I'm not really sure anymore if she was that perfect. Right i gotta admit she's hot and a bit funny but c'mon she's .. Weird. Always with her cat.

That's creepy!

But i still feel like an asshole,poor girl!

Nick is in the other room it's been already ten minutes.

He's not even in the bathroom,but in the kitchen!!!

What is he planning?!!

As I walk towards the door Nick opens it and simply says "FOOD FIGHT!" Oh no,no no no no.

No way he's gonna throw that cake on me.

...

Shit. My house is a mess and I'm dirty as I don't know what.

But it was funny.

Seeing nick dirty too is priceless,he always wanna seem perfect and now I'm gonna take a picture of him.

Eheh silly Harry..

But that's priceless, believe me! 

wait,where's my phone?

"Hey Nick,have you seen my phone somewhere? I cant find it" i say looking around.

"Yuppp. It's in the kitchen,you left it there before.and oooh I'm sorry I forgot to tell you Louis called you before our little food fight" he says smiling.

"Yeah sure a very little one" i say laughing "have you talked to him?" 

And he says "well I told him I was going to call you because you were in the other room and he just hang out"

Inside of me I'm worried what Louis could've thought talking to Nick.

Maybe that I replaced him tonight?

Well that's half true,but he has been an ass,let's say it.

Anyways I'm gonna call him right now,so I'll see what he wanted to tell me.

What.the.fuck. 15 messages just from him? He's been surely freaking out.

At the beginning he's not answering but then "Harry?" I can hear him yawning.

"Hey Lou!i know it's late but I read your messages and Nick has just told me you called me! I'm sorry"

"Ok fine. Anything else?" He's bothered.

Wait what? I should be the bothered one!

"What's wrong with you Lou? I called you and you didn't want to come!That's it! It's not my fault and you know it" i say angryly. 

"Well,you know what's wrong? You distant from us is wrong. You always with Nick The Freak is wrong. You-not-you is wrong" There's pain in his voice.

And there's pain in my heart.

"I miss you all Lou.I'm sorry" I don't know what else to say..

Silence,he is not answering.

"I'd like to see you as soon as possible and talk face to face,would you come to my house tomorrow morning?" I say bravely.

"Fine. I'll come at 9 am."

I say "night boo" but he's already hang up.

I sigh loudly and Nick is in front of me. He hugs me and says "everything will be alright" 

"You sure?" and a tear fells down on my face.

"Harry Edward Styles.I'm 100% sure of it." He says looking in my eyes.

I think we're too close.

I cough politely as I take a step back "thank you Nick but I'm tired and it's really late so i think I'm going to sleep" 

"Oh sure no problem! I gotta go anyways Haz. I'll see you,and remember everything's gonna be okay" he says and kisses me on my right cheek.

I blush but I cover it with my hand.

"Night nick"

...

Why has it really bothered me when he called me Haz? 

Why did I blush when he kissed me?

I know Nick is homosexual and I've never had problems with it but tonight it has been a bit embarassing.

Weird.

It's just.. Maybe he likes me.

Like..more than a friend.

Fuckkkk.

I hope not! Not because of strange reasons,it's just that I don't wanna hurt him.

Finger crossed.

I take a deep breath and I jump in my bed.

In a few hours I'm gonna meet with Louis.

As he would say "i need my beauty sleep!!!" Ahahah.

I smile thinking how many times he used to say that.

MY funny cute sassy moody crazy lovely amazing talented best friend,Louis Tomlinson.

I don't know if you notice but I said "my louis".Yup. He's mine,he's always been and he will always be.

Get off your hands you little bastard who wanna our friendship to finish (if there is one).

We're supposed to be together,no way I'm gonna let anything ruin our friendship. It's just too special.

Special as his blue eyes.

They mean the world to me.