Blocked ✉ larry stylinson

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HI MY BABIES I MISSED U LOTS HOW ARE YOU DOING?????????????

btw ive posted a new texting story named "Snapchat", its also a larry one, if you could give it a chance, i'd be really happy!

i love you so much :)

-x-

{ story starts off where it ended in chapter forty }

[[ H A R R Y ]]

"Just say it, Harry."

"I'm the one who's been texting you," I take a deep breath, "and I am ridiculously in love with you, Louisio Will Tomlinson."

"Why?" Well that's not what I expected. Thank god he doesn't sound mad. He sounds more confused than anything else. At least he's not slapping me or slamming the door in my face like I expected.

"I," I rub the back of my neck, "I just am."

After a moment of silence, Louis sighs. "Do you want to sit? Or come inside?" Did he just invite me in? Do I accept? I don't know, I'm so nervous. He's being so calm right now. I'm scared.

"Uh. It's kinda cold outside," I mumble. Louis nods and opens the front door. I follow behind him, closing the front door behind me. It's so warm in his house. I slip my jacket off and hang it on his coat rack.

"Do you want some pizza?" He yells from the kitchen.

"Sure," I reply. I notice a baby picture of Louis on the bookshelf in his living room. I was totally right - we'll make cute babies together.

"Do you always stare at pictures?" I jump slightly as Louis enters the living room with a plate of pizza.

"When they're pictures of you, yes."

"Smooth," he mutters setting the plate down on the coffee table in front of the couch. Louis takes a seat on the couch, so I take that as a cue to sit too.

"I feel like you're here for more than just to express your unwarranted love for me."

"Kinda," I shrug, "yeah, actually."

He nods slowly, "say it then."

Be cool, Harry. You're here to tell him the truth - that Zayn lied. That I'm telling the truth. Don't mess this up. You have one chance, Harry.

"What Zayn said was just one big lie. I can show you our conversation," I pause, pulling my phone out. "Honestly Louis, I would never try to hurt you."

"I'm kinda figuring that out," he whispers. I pause for a second. I can't believe how understanding he's being. This isn't the Louis I'm used to.

"Oh," I bite my lip. "Do you believe me then?"

"I'm not sure who to believe, Harry. I mean, I've had quite a bit of information thrown at me between you and Zayn lately." I nod. I'm really trying not to say anything that I'll regret later. Things are going better than expected and I don't want to mess this up.

After a moment, Louis kicks his feet up. I can't help but smile, but all he does is roll his eyes.

"Honestly Harry, I'm willing to try." Try what? Please say you'll be my boyfriend. That you're willing to try a relationship.

"Try what?"

"To be your friend," he pauses. "Personally, I think Zayn is lying, but I don't have proof. Just like I don't have proof that you're telling the truth." ...Oh. Friends. At least he thinks Zayn is lying.

"Oh," I frown.

"Friends?" No. No. Never. I don't want to be friends. I want to kiss you, Louis. Fuck.