Larry Fluff ~One Shots~ (Boyxboy)

Friends?

"Where are we going next?" I asked Louis as we sat next to each other playing FIFA on our tour bus.
"Cincinnati."
"Ohh. YES GOAL! 8-8 NOW LOUIS--"
"Shut up!" Louis laughed and paused the game. "Zayn will get pissy if he doesn't get his beauty rest!" We both put our controllers down as we laughed together. It got to a point where we were laughing at each other's laughs. My head fell to his lap and suddenly we both stopped laughing and just giggled looking into each other's eyes. Louis stared down at me and eventually led his fingers through my mess of curls. I fluttered my eyelashes while he did that. He moved his hand to the side of my face and just caressed it like it was the most precious thing in this world. I had a crush on him since we met. It was now 2013 and I had never told him that I was bi. My heart was beating out of control when I saw him move his head towards mine. He kept a small, soft smile on his face as he got closer. I brought my head up closer to his and met his lips. We just held our lips together, both of us not wanting to move away. Louis removed his lips from mine. I couldn't help but give a whole hearted smile, showing off my dimples. Still laying my head on his lap, I brought my hand up to his jaw line and whispered, "We're not friends."
He shook his head and said, "Friends sleep in other beds."
I added simply, "But...Eleanor?" He looked down at me, squinting his eyes and said,
"She doesn't love me or kiss me like you do. Kissing her didn't feel like kissing you does. The whole world stops when I kiss you, it's just not the same."
"No one can know, Louis, what would happen if anyone found out?"
"Let's see what happens. Whatever it is, there's no way I'm ever letting go of you." My stomach dropped right as my heart fluttered out of control.
"I love you." Once I realized what I had said, my face burnt red and my eyes widened. I sat up and bent forward,
"I'm--I'm sorry I-- I-" I stuttered.
"I love you too." Louis cut me off. Shocked, I turned towards him and my lips parted slightly.
"I really do. I know we've been friends for a few years but I just can't fathom loving you like a friend. I love you like my boyfriend, Harold. I've tried to tell myself that I don't. You know, I thought I was straight my whole life, but once I met you, that all went out the window. I just felt that connection with you that I've never felt with anyone else." Quickly I turned away to hide my tears. This was so surreal. He continued even though I was faced the other way, "One of the reasons I can't let you go is because I couldn't stand seeing someone else love you or you loving someone else." He placed his hand on my shoulder and turned me. Once I was facing him, he took both of his thumbs and wiped my tears. All I could think to do ways wrap my arms around him and squeeze him as tight as I could. That was when I felt the most at home, in his arms. After about two hours or so of just talking and kissing, we finally went into Louis' bunk and fell asleep in both our arms.