Maroon (larry stylinson)

The Apartment

I heard a knock at the door and ran from my bedroom to the living room. I spun in a circle making sure I had picked up every last piece of clothing Zayn had thrown around the room. To my surprise not all of the clothes were Zayn's, unless Zayn wore a bright red bra that is.

I looked in the mirror and messed with my hair, so it didn't look too perfect but not too messy, right in the middle. Finally, I opened the door to see a smiling Harry.

"Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon." I repeated.

I stood there awkwardly in the doorway. I usually wasn't this nervous with anybody, even with my past relationships never had I ever gotten so shy.

"May I come in?" He asked.

"Oh yes. Of course." I moved out of the way and motioned for him to enter.

He stepped inside and bent down to untie his shoelaces.

"Oh, Harry, that's not really necessary." I said, shaking my head. Personally, I hated shoes in the house, but I was never one to establish that rule with others. I would just mop the floors the second they left the house.

"Please, I hate shoes in the house. Especially where we live." He finished taking off his shoes and stood back up.

"Me too." I said quietly. He smiled and began walking deeper into the house.

"I'll go get your jacket." I said as I padded down the hallway to my room. There it was on my desk chair. Was it weird that I was sad to see it go? I would be lying if I said I didn't wear it during the weekend whenever I left the house. I grabbed it and held it close to my chest as I exited the room and made my way back to the living room.

When I entered the living room, Harry was standing by the piano. His long fingers brushed the keys. He pulled the piano bench out and sat down. He gently rested his fingers on the keys and began playing. I recognized the piece right away. It was "Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven. I stood there leaning on the back of the couch as I watched him play.

Lost in the performance I leaned back a little too hard and pushed the couch back, without the stability of the couch behind me I fell straight to the floor. Harry stopped playing immediately when he heard the sound of the couch scratching the floor and looked back at me. His eyes widened when he saw me.

"Oh my god! Louis, are you okay?" He sprung up from the bench and came crouching down beside me.

"All good." I rasped out as I rubbed my tailbone.

"Here let's get you up," he said, extending his hand out to me. I clutched the jacket in my left hand and put my right hand in his. He yanked my arm, and I was standing up in a matter of seconds.

"You're strong." I was stunned.

"Maybe you're just small?"

"I am not small! Why does everyone always say that?" I pouted.

"Whatever you say darling." He smirked.

"Ugh here take your jacket." I pushed the jacket into his arms.

"You play?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" I asked.

"The piano. Do you play?"

"I dabble." I said smiling.

"Show me." He insisted.

"Fine." I sat down on the bench and thought of something to play. It would need to be impressive enough for Harry, but not too difficult that I make mistakes and look foolish. Then I thought of the perfect song, the only issue being I would need someone else to play the lower notes.

Harry was leaning on the piano looking down at me.

"Would you play with me?" I asked.

He smiled and sat down beside me. I reached into my basket of sheet music and pulled out a song. He smiled when I placed the sheet down in front of us. We both placed our hands in their respective spots and began playing. I had played this piece before with Zayn, bless his soul but he is nothing compared to Harry. Harry understands the music, he feels it with every inch of his body.

Harry's part had ended and as I was about to finish, I felt two hands cover my own. We finished the song together. I stared down at our hands before looking back up to see him smiling down at our hands as well. He turned his head to look at me and I felt the wind get knocked out of me.

He smiled and began leaning in. Holy fuck. Was this really happening? He closed his eyes and continued leaning closer. I closed my eyes along with him and braced myself for impact. Suddenly, I heard the front door slam against the wall, and I immediately turned around.

Zayn was walking into the apartment with a brunette woman attached to his lips. She giggled as she began to unbutton his shirt. They clearly didn't notice us as they made their way to Zayn's room slamming the door shut behind them.

I looked back at Harry who was staring down at his hands.

"Harry?" I asked.

"I should go," he said sternly. He sat up from the bench and collected his jacket.

"Is everything alright? I'm sorry about Zayn, he's a slut." I laughed at the last part.

"I don't care about your slutty roommate." He snapped, making his way towards the door to put his shoes on.

"Oh."

"Shit Louis, I didn't mean it like that." He said exasperatedly, regret was evident in his eyes.

I stood up and joined him in the foyer. I grabbed his face gently, making him look me in the eyes.

"I shouldn't have done that." He sighed.

"Done what Harry?" I asked brushing my thumb along his cheekbone.

"You know what." He said as he reached up and removed my hand from his face. He turned around and left my apartment without another word.

The worst part is I do know what he shouldn't have done. He shouldn't have tried to kiss me. Yet every bone in my body wished he had.  

another shorter chapter but it's easier to get them out more consistently this way. please remember to vote if you enjoy this book. i adore and cherish you all <33