Parallel Lines » Larry Stylinson

Chapter 27 - Harry

22 hours. 

22 hours on a plane, 22 hours with Louis, 22 hours to change what's left between us. I need to do it, but I don't know how. Niall isn't helping. All he talks about is made up fantasies called 'fanfictions' and what the fans do. As much as I care for my fans, I don't want to go so in depth to what they do, and the weird stuff they come up with. 

Liam and Zayn seem to be in deep conversation while playing a video game. Mark is watching golf with Niall, half asleep. The rest of crew is in another part of the plane, Tom, Lou, Ben, the lot. 

Louis, Louis is just sitting there, where I left him a few minutes ago. I couldn't stop myself from blurting out that I indeed have feelings for the older boy, and I feel ashamed. His girlfriend is sitting just a few rows in front of him. I knew perfectly well that I shouldn't meddle with their relationship, the fans wouldn't want me to do that. He... he should just forget what I said. 

I regret telling him. 

I totally forgot, forgot just now that he has a girlfriend, forgot that he said he didn't love me. He doesn't have feelings for me, he said that the day before, and even in the tweet. What was I thinking? I just ruined our friendship. 

I sigh, scrunching the drawing into a ball and throwing it onto the floor, flattening it with my boot. I'm frustrated, at myself, disappointed, because I ruined everything. 

I sigh, get up, and make my way towards the bathroom. 

I shut the door behind me, and lock it. Gripping the basin, I stare at myself at the mirror. I'm a mess, my cheeks red from embarrassment, my eyes dark from anger. I groan, and splash water on my face. It cools me down, but doesn't calm the angry waves tossing around in my stomach. 

I wipe my face, and go back outside. As I am making my way back to my seat, I see Louis there, bent over, picking up the drawing. 

No. 

He looks up at me, and I freeze on the spot. He looks sad, his eyes dull, his lips pulled downwards. The drawing is clutched tightly in his fists, and he slowly pulls the drawing out, smoothing it out carefully. He looks me in the eye as he holds it out to me. I reach out, hesitantly, and take it from him, the tips of our fingers brushing. I feel bad for ruining the drawing. 

Heck, I ruin everything. 

"Harry," Louis says in a small voice. "I... can you just listen to me speak for a minute?" 

I gulp. He's going to say what a fool I am for expressing my feelings for him. It isn't like us to behave this way. We'd usually be having fun, playing video games or chatting. This... this is so much more, another step ahead, another step closer.

There is a private room in the back, with a bed or two, for anyone who wants a rest. Louis gestures towards the room and I follow him there. I sit on the edge of the bed and Louis draws the heavy curtains shut, sealing us off from everyone else. He pads over to me and perches right next to me, our thighs touching. We sit in the dark, side by side, shadowed away from the rest of the world. 

"What I said earlier," Louis starts. 

"I'm really sorry," I say, looking at the ground. "I forgot about Eleanor, and I'm really sorry for expressing my feelings, it's stupid-"

"Just listen to me speak, Harry," Louis says, but he doesn't sound angry. His voice is tiny, barely audible, a whisper. 

I nod. I cannot meet his gaze, so I stare at his lips instead. They're pink and raw from being bitten on too many times, something I find attractive on Louis. I want to kiss those soft lips, to move mine against them, to be able to feel how kissing him feels like. I bet it'll feel wonderful.