It Happened like a Firefly's Light (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

Harry was sprawled out on his couch, his little leather book and pen resting on his chest while the tv was softly playing in the background. He was able to finish his song, and Harry realized that once he sat down to write the words effortlessly came to him. The words he's been dying to say, the questions he had to ask Louis, but never would.

A second later Harry felt his phone vibrate next to him, only to see a Twitter notification from Louis. He furrowed his eyebrows and when he opened the app Harry couldn't help but smile to himself.

@Louis_Tomlinson: @Harry_Styles what do you want in your tea ?

"Two sugars and a little bit of milk please," Harry called out, knowing he was right in the kitchen.

"Tweet it you loser!"

Harry rolled his eyes but typed on his phone anyway, willing to participate in another one of the older lad's silly little games.

@Harry_Styles: @Louis_Tomlinson two sugars and a little bit of milk please Xx

And it was because of things like that that had Harry confused. He didn't know where he stood with Louis, what their relationship was. Especially the night after underground.

Louis was still his bubbly, loud and touchy self, and he used more pet names than he had before, but that was it. Harry wasn't sure if Louis took him kissing his cheek as a friendly thing or what, but since then nothing has really changed between them.

"Here H, it's still kinda hot so I'm gonna let it cool off," Louis said, placing both his and Harry's tea on the coffee table. "You've been scribbling in that thing all day, are you ever gonna show me what you wrote?"

"No," Harry mumbled as he picked his head up so Louis could sit, and once the older lad was situated he laid back down on his lap.

He closed his little leather book and shoved it in his pocket before Louis even got the chance to think about stealing it from him. He's been asking about it all day, actually since underground two days ago, but Harry refuses to tell him anything, only making Louis that much more curious.

"Well is it a song or something?" Harry felt Louis brush his fingers through his hair, and just at the gentle touch he was ready to melt. "Are you writing songs about me? Is that why you can't show me?" Louis teased.

Harry let out his best convincing laugh before shaking his head and muttering a quiet "no."

And he could see Louis rolling his eyes above him, but the older lad didn't say anything else on the matter.

"Have you had any ideas about what to write? I know if we don't get at least one song done today Niall will have both our heads," Harry said, looking up at Louis and making his fingers dig even more into his hair.

"Uhm yeah, I uh, I've had a couple thoughts," Louis said quietly as he began to gently massage Harry's scalp.

"So..?" Harry raised his eyebrows at him, silently telling Louis to share.

Louis let out a quiet breath, almost like he was debating with himself as he glanced from his tattered notebook and back to Harry. But in the end he reached for his notebook before opening it and trying to find the correct page.

"It's still rough and I have like a verse done so bare with me," Louis cleared his throat, and opened and closed his mouth, still unsure if he wanted to share what he had. "So the uh, the start is, look around, there's no one but you and me. Right here and now, the way it was meant to be."

Harry saw Louis steal a glance at him, and he knew that the only thing the older lad would see were his cheeks tinted and a smile he was trying to bite back. And Harry saw Louis grinning himself before he looked back to his paper.