You Found Me (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 13

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“I never thought I’d be doing this.” I sighed.

I picked up a trophy of some sort and placed it carefully into a cardboard box. Harry and I had come to the studio early so that we had time to pack up Simon’s things. I didn’t think it would be so hard, but I was wrong.

My father died when I was very young, so Simon was always like a father to me. I’m going to miss him a lot.

Harry had been nice about it. He listened to my rants and whines and he even helped me move my stuff into the office once all of Simon’s stuff was out.

It didn’t feel right to be sitting in the spot where Simon used to sit. I felt like I was betraying him or something. I twirled around in my chair, then tapped my fingers on the polished wood surface of my desk.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

I realized I’d been staring at a wall, lost in my own thoughts for a while. I glanced at Harry who was sprawled out on my black leather couch against the wall.

“I don’t like seeing you sad.” He said quietly.

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I stood up and strode over to him. I knelt down beside him stared at him for a few seconds, then closed the distance between us and pressed our lips together in a soft kiss.

He tilted his head and the angle made the kiss even better. I would never be able to get over how amazing it felt to kiss Harry. It’s like a million tiny shocks are running through my body. It sounds cliché, but it’s the truth.

When I pulled back Harry smiled up at me.

“Better?” He smirked.

“A little.” I teased. “Come on, you need to start recording.”

Harry followed me down the hall to Zayn’s recording booth. I would have put Harry with Niall, but Niall hates him…and me. Liam was my second choice but he sided up with Niall, like always. Those two are like peanut butter and jelly. You can’t have one without the other.

Harry stopped outside Zayn’s door and raised an eyebrow.

“Why aren’t we going to Niall?”

Great, how am I supposed to explain this? I don’t want him to blame himself, but I know he will. I guess it’s like ripping off a band aid, better to do it quick.