Coming Out Of My Shell (And The Closet)~ Larry Stylinson

Chapter Nine

*Harry's POV*

I ran up and knocked on the lads' doors.

When all five of the boys stuck their heads out their doors, I filled them in.

They all understood, and grinned at me before going back to changing.

I went back downstairs to see Louis talking on his phone to a friend and giggling as excitedly as a little girl.

I chuckled and stayed at the bottom of the stairs.

His giggles went on for a while, as did his loud, sassy, gossiping replies, and I smiled, leaning back the wall and just listening.

When they hung up, I came out to the living room and sat next to him.

"Why the smug little smirk, Styles?" Louis asked

"You're adoreable. " I blurted, laughing

"Huh?" He asked, eyes wide

"I mean, your giggle fit. It was cute." I shrugged it off.

"Oh. Right." Louis said, looking slightly disappointed.

"Anyways, movie?" I smiled

"Sure." He hopped up

I let him drive since I was uh.. incapable.

When we got to the cinema, Louis chose a horror film and payed, while I got popcorn and drinks.

We went and sat down and Louis turned to me excitedly.

"It's supposed to be the scariest movie they've made!" He bounced up and down in his seat.

"Really?" I asked, grinning

I loved horrors. And even though they gave Louis nightmares, he loved them even more than me.

I put my good arm around the back of his chair, and leaned back.

The advertisements started playing while Louis laughed and talked.

When the actual movie started playing, I shivered. It was creepy. Like, bad creepy.

I leaned closer to Louis.

We both jumped when a guy got pulled behind a tombstone and strangled.

I tightened my arm around Louis' shoulders.

He returned my gesture, wrapping his arms around my middle and looking up at me with frightened eyes, flashing because of the glow of the screen.

"You good?" I mouthed, as a few girls in the row in front of us screamed.

He nodded, but didn't look very convincing.

I pulled him over and onto my lap. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he leaned back against my chest. He pulled his legs up and put them back on his seat.

Every few minutes, he would look back.

I wasn't watching much of the movie. I was too busy watching the way Louis would bite his cheek to keep from shouting at the screen. The was his eyes were wide. The way he would dig his fingers into my jean-covered thighs when he got frightened.

At the end of the movie, Louis was almost unresponsive. He was actually quite literally scared stiff.

I walked him out to the car and somehow managed to drive us home. When we got inside, Zayn, Niall, and Liam were all playing some war game on the x-box.

"We're gonna go up to my room." I said softly.

Taking Louis' hand, I guided him upstairs.

When we reached my room, he walked to my bed and fell down onto it, face first.

"You okay?" I asked, rubbing his back

"As long as you do that." He sighed in content

I chuckled and gave in, turning him around on the bed.

I straddled his back and massaged his shoulders, back, and neck gently.

He moaned loudly when I found an especially tense spot on his lower back.

I felt all my blood rush downwards, and immediately jumped off of him, not wanting him to feel how much that had just turned me on.

I continued to rub his back so he wouldn't turn around though.

When another groan escaped his lips, I shuddered.

That had to be the most sexy thing that I had ever heard.

"You okay?" Louis asked, voice muffled by the pillow his face was buried in

"Uh. Yeah. I'm just gonna go get a drink of water real quick." I said softly

Damn it. My voice was deeper than usual. Dead giveaway.

Louis had heard me when I talked to girlfriends before, and he always told me that my voice was lower when I got 'in the mood'.

I jumped off the bed and walked quickly down to the kitchen.

I leaned against the counter and forced myself to think about my grandma and Susan Boyle until I was cooled down enough to go back upstairs.

When I walked into my room, Louis was in the bathroom. He was fixing his hair, and making faces at himself in the mirror.

I smiled and leaned against the door frame to watch him.

"I see you, Har." Louis laughed, making eye contact with me in the mirror.

"No you don't!" I ran and hid behind my curtains.

Louis dashed out behind me and stopped in the middle of the room.

"I wonder where he went." He murmured softly

He looked around on the other side of the room.

"Oh, Har-ryy. Where are you? Harr-ryy." He singsonged softly

I stayed perfectly still.

Louis inspected behind the bookshelf next to me.

"Not here. How about.. Here!" He grabbed me from behind the curtain and tackled me onto the bed

He was straddling my hips, his red skinny jean - clad legs on either side of my longer, dark blue jeaned ones.

Grandma, Grandma, Grandma. Susan Boyle. Must not think of Louis on top of me. Susan Boyle.

I struggled with keeping my heart at its normal pace.

Louis looked into my eyes.

"Your pupils are huge.. Did you take any medicine? " he asked

"A pill earlier for my.. uh.. my arm." I said softly

Susan. Boyle. Susan Boyle.

"Your pupils shouldn't be that big.. Peoples pupils get bigger on medicine, or when they're happy or aroused, or like that person, but you couldn't be those, could you? Liking a person as a friend won't make your pupils that big.." Louis muttered to himself, still staring into my eyes

He didn't look away, and the fact he was on my lap, as gorgeous as ever was getting more and more difficult to ignore.

"Susan Boyle."

"What?" Louis asked, shooting me an amused glance