Stay away, but then come back

Chapter 9

Louis's POV

It's been two days since Harry admited that he liked me. That was...strange.I mean all of our fans call us Larry Stylinson, but that was for fun. We've never kissed before and now Harry wants to be real. I've never thought of it before because I always thought that me and Eleanor were in serious love and that we'd we together forever. But Harry is my best friend and we have been so close since the begining and I find myself sitting here alone sometimes since then thinking to myself about me and Harry. Today, I was in bed and I just completly started crying because of everything. I turned over and screamed into my pillow. I rolled on my back and closed my eyes. My cheek was patched up last night by Liam and Niall after me and Harry' s kiss. I was asleep and they carried me upstairs. I wasn't sure if I slept with Harry last night or in my own bed. Today, I wanted to just close my eyes and never wake up. Finally, I let sleep take over.

"Lou, Louis, Louis, Louis!" A familair voice chirped.

"Urg....." I moaned. Someone had interupt me.

"What, stop, stop, shaking me!" I studdered.

"Sorry," whoever said. I opened my eyes and saw a tall curly haired boy, towering over me. I took his hand in mine.

"What's wrong Harry?" I said groggily.

"I can't sleep, and I know that you can't either and I really miss you so can I sleep with you?" He sounded like a lost puppy. I nodded and he crawled in sighing. I turned my back to him and wrapped us up in a thick blanket. He hugged me and I cuddled into his warm chest. I want to stay like this with him forever. He smelt really good too.

"Louis" he whispered.

"Yeah?

"I love you," I sounded so sincere. I wasn't sure what to say next. So we sat in silence for a while. I turened to him and cupped his face. I reached from deep inside of me to say something that I had never told anyone before. Something that had always been eating away at me from within.

"....I love you"

And that's how we fell asleep. Warm and close with our faces only inches apart. My hands were still on his face and his hands were on my chest. He was tracing my "it is what it is" tattooo on my chest.

His breath was warm. It tickled me neck.

He was so cozy. I grinned in my sleep pulling Harry closer, never wanting to leave his side. I love him so much and I can't believe it took breaking up with a girl who I thought I loved to realize it.