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

Chapter Fifteen

*Harry's POV*

I was next to Louis in his bed, trying to sleep.

I couldn't.

Not with him sleeping next to me. Not after I knew he liked someone.

I got up to get a drink of water.

I woke up in the wash room. Stumbling back up to Louis' room, I accidentally woke Lottie, who was in the living room, sleeping on the couch, having drifted off while watching a film.

"Mmm? Oh.. hi Harry. " she sat up, giving me bedroom eyes

"Lottie. Go back to sleep." I said softly

"I will if you come with me." She smirked

"Lottie." I said warningly

She grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her, catching me by suprise.

I fell onto the couch next to her and she ran her hands under my shirt.

"Lottie. Stop." I said sternly, pushing her back

"Harry, we've all read the rumors. Time to admit it. You would date me if it wasn't for Louis. " she moved closer

"No, I wouldn't. The rumors aren't true." I backed away slightly

"Oh, but they will be."

With that, she pulled me to her, already kissing me.

I heard a gasp, and forced Lottie away.

"I said no." I growled

"Harry?"

Aw, crap. The gasp was Louis'. He'd just seen his sister kiss me.

"I told her to stop, Louis, I swear." I turned to him, standing up

"I know. I heard." He glared at Lottie and she shrunk back

"Louis, he woke me up. I thought he-"

"I tripped!" I exclaimed, looking at Lottie.

"I heard Harry tell you to stop. I told you, Lottie." Louis looked mad

"Shh, Lou, shh. " I crossed over to him and rubbed his shoulder softly

He relaxed, just a bit.

"I'm willing to forget this if you are." I told Lottie

"Uh, yeah." She nodded

"We're going back to bed, then." I guided Louis upstairs, and into his room

I layed down, but he just sat quietly.

"Harry?" Louis asked after a moment

"Mm?" I asked

"What do you think would happen if I 'broke up' with Eleanor? "

"Media outburst for a while. They'd die down eventually. "

"And what if the media found out one of us liked boys?" He asked

"We all like boys, they're fans as well. I'd think they wouldn't react." I mumbled

"No. Not like boys. But if one of us was gay?"

I was wide awake now.

"Why do you ask?" I said cautiously

"Just wondering." He murmured softly

"I don't know." I whispered

"Seriously? "

"I don't have a clue." I pulled the blanket tighter around me.

Did he know I liked him? How?!

"Night, Harry." He cuddled up next to me

I looked at the ceiling, thinking about his question until I slowly fell asleep.

"Harry!" Louis shook my shoulder

"Mmmm?" I sat up, stretching

"Breakfast. And then we're going home." He was up, already changed into teal skinnys and a white shirt.

"Too early. I just want to sleep." I whined

"Get up or I'll kiss you out of my bed."

"What?" I looked up, startled

"I said, 'Get up or I'll kick you out of my bed.' "

"Oh. " I stood, and yawned

"Sleepyhead." Louis cooed, running his fingers through my curls

"Babycakes." I teased, putting a hand on his cheek

"Sweetcheeks." He winked

"BooBear. "

"HazzaBaby."

"Apple Blossom. "

"Sugarplum."

"Peach."

"Snowflake. "

"Buttercup."

"Cupcake." He grinned wider

"No fair. I can't top that one, Tomlinson. " I laughed, hugging him to me

"Nice one on Apple blossom, by the way. I wouldn't have thought of that one." He said into my shirt

"And HazzaBaby? What was that?" I chuckled

"Aw, I thought it was cute." He pouted

"Not as cute as my little BooBear." I released him to pinch his cheeks

"Much cuter. I mean look at these dimples. " he traced one with his thumb

"Are you quite done?" Lottie asked from the doorway

"No. Let's just finish this later, Honeypie." I winked at Louis jokingly

"Sure thing, Doll Face." He put an arm around my waist.

We walked out to have breakfast.

"Louis, can you get the twins up, please?" Johanna asked

"Yes, mum." He ran off to wake Phoebe and Daisy.

"Harry, a word?" She asked once Louis was gone

"Of course." I nodded, following her out of earshot of the girls, taking a glass of milk with me.

"So, Harry." She sat on the couch

I sat on the chair facing her.

"You wanted to talk?" I asked, taking a drink of milk

"How long have you been dating my son?" She asked

I choked, managing to swallow my milk without spraying it all over her.

"What?" I coughed

"I asked how long you've been seeing Louis." She looked at me seriously

"Johanna. I'm not with Louis." I wish I was, but no one but Liam knew that, "Why would you think that?!"