Not A Chance {Larry Stylinson fanfic}

Chapter 9

Chapter 9. Louis's POV.

"Favorites. Favorites. Favorites. Blah blah blah sit down yah cunts" Niall cheers and bounces around, knocking Cheetos onto the carpet, and not picking them up.

"Niall! Language! The c-word is disrespectful to women! Liam snaps and squeezes Niall's arm so he will sit beside him, both smushed until the same recliner.

"Shut up cunt!" Niall giggles then bursts out laughing, which I've noticed he does a lot.

I turn to my right to see Harry completely staring at me, then he winks. I think I turn 50 shades of red.

"My favorite things in the world are.....music-"Liam begins.

"Obviously!" Niall blurts and Liam shoots him a glare and continues talking.

"Mÿ favorite things are indie rock music, my cell phone, forks, the color purple, cheese, small dogs that get scared of other small dogs-"

"Dogs, that get, scared of other dogs!" Niall clutches his stomach laughing and Liam rubs his temple with annoyance on his face.

"Zayn, are you recording this?" Harry smirks and glances at Zayn, who was recording.

"I also like tiny tins of mints that you're only supposed to eat 2 of but you pop like, 4 in your mouth." Liam states with a weird hand gesture.

"Ohhh badass Liam in the house." Harry snorts and Liam groans, shifting on the coach.

"Mÿ favorite color is orange and or blue.Mÿ favorite eye color is bluish gray, like a hurricane" Harry winks at me, " I like hanging with my mates. I also like cats and cooking new foods, preferably Italian food."

Niall jumps on a chance to speak and rambles."I like chicken. Chicken wings, boneless or sweet and sour, it doesn't matter. I like dancing to make people laugh. I like laughing and playing guitar and singing the music I right. I love Michael Bublè, and music like that. My favorite country is Ireland, and I like pandas. Last but not least, my favorite thing in the world is food. All kinds of food, as long as it's not edible or some Asian Horse Penis piece of shit, because I don't eat penis."

I start clapping my hands and look towards Harry. Harry grins at me and I feel my heart beat quicken, which often happened in Harry's presence.

"My favorite color is red and all shades of it. Mÿ favorite sport is soccer. Mÿ favorite band is the Fray. Mÿ favorite animal is a monkey 'cause I have the personality of one. I love Toms and suspenders because I have a queer style. Umm...I like carrots. Big carrots." I say and Zayn looks as though he was going to say something, but the expression fades.

"I'm Zayn." Zayn shakes his head and returns in front of the tripod, waving at the camera."I like traveling and drawing, and observing and reading. I like smoothies and fast food, and dogs and Play Dough."

Woah. Zayn spoke for once.

"Thank God we are done with this stupid crappy ass idea for today so we can get some fucking food ya cunts!" Niall claps his hands together and jumps from the couch, Liam punching his arm at the use of profanity.

"Order Chinese Liam." I suggest and Zayn nods as he packs up the tripod into a protective black sleeve.

"I don't like Chinese though." Harry whines with a puppy dog face.

I glance at the clock on the microwave. It was 7:46 pm.

"Harry, will you go out to dinner with me?" I ask quietly.

The boys didn't know about our fancy of each other, nor did we wish for them to. It was secret a of now.

"As in, a date?"

"Yes. Let's go get some Italian food."

Harry stands from the couch and rushes into the hallway to grab our coats. I throw my arm around his waist and we leave the flat.

Enjoy your Chinese food guys.

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We ate the cheapest things on the menu, considering that this restaurant was high class and we weren't famous with millions of pounds to spend.

It was just nice to be alone with the guy I had a crush on.

I never really considered myself 'gay' because I personally did not like labels. I fell in love for what love was. Not what society says love is. I loved people, not a gender. Which makes it easier to find my soulmate. Though I never did expect to find it in a woman.

Something about Harry made me so curious though. He was like an addiction. He was my beautiful addiction, and I was an addict.

Addicted to him.

We talked and talked all night, even as an hour passed and it was quarter til 9 o'clock, we sat and talked.

Harry and I didn't have every little thing in common. We were two very different people. But in a way, we were the same. We had the same needs and wants an goals. And we needed someone in our life to live it with us.

We need each other, we just didn't realise how badly we did.

Yet.

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