Our Secret {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 2.

CHAPTER 2.




*HARRY'S POV*




I wake up feeling sore as my eyes flutter open. God, how much did I drink last night? I'm too distracted by the soreness that I don't notice a pair of two, strong arms holding me from behind, and pulling me into their grasp.




I feel a pair of lips ghost over my ear. I turn my head to face Louis; his eyes full of shock and worry. "I-I'm sorry, I thought you were asleep," he panics. What happened last night? Short, sweet memories flood into my mind.




"It's fine, Louis. I don't mind," I chuckle, trying to calm him down.




"Right, well I really must be heading off. Thanks for.. a great night," he blushes and starts to stand up from the bed.




I smirk, but immediately frown, feeling sad that he was leaving. For some reason, I didn't want him to go. I didn't want him to leave. I grab his arm before he could go anywhere. "You-you should stay f-for a while."




Louis's expression was unreadable; his eyes gently look back down at mine. He opens his mouth slightly and immediately closes it, as if he doesn't know how to respond. "I don't know.. I have some work to do."




"Work? What kind of work?" I ask. Wait, why should I care? What's going on with me?




"Uh, schoolwork," he says before walking towards the exit of my room.




"But school doesn't start for another two days," I inform him, but Louis was already out of the door.




"Bye, Harry!" I hear him yell from the front door. I run my fingers swiftly through my hair and slam my head face-first into my pillow. I have a feeling Louis will be taking up most of my thoughts for a while.




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*LOUIS' POV*




It was extremely hard to leave Harry like that. I find myself smiling as I remember his cute pout when I had said that I had to leave, but the smile soon fades as I realize that that was probably the last time I'd ever see him.




In my defense, I really did have to leave. I had just gotten a job as a highschool teacher; and when you accept the job of being a teacher, you accept the responsibilities. Today's responsibilities were going through lesson plans. The first day of school is a couple of days from now and the nerves were already forming. I wish I could've stayed with Harry. There's so many things I want to know about him. He's so intriguing and he makes me smile.




As I drive to my flat, I can't help but think about Harry and his beautiful green eyes and his deep, raspy voice

and his amazing hair. I mentally slap myself for being so obsessed with a boy who I don't even know that well. I didn't need to worry. He'll be out of my thoughts in no time, I thought to myself.