Our Secret {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 7.

*HARRY'S POV*

Louis' voice takes me completely by surprise. His voice sounds angelic, but at the same time he sounded very sad. The lyrics seemed to roll so easily off of his tongue and his tears rolled easily off of his rosy cheeks as well.

The tears played off a glassy effect on Louis' eyes. His lip trembled violently and he looked like he wanted to say something. He looked like a scared, lost puppy and it was absolutely heartbreaking.

"No, Lou. Don't cry. Please don't," I pleaded. Louis nodded as he sniffled and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. I widely opened my toned arms for Louis. As soon as he was close enough to me, I briefly grasped his torso and pulled him into my warm body. As I tucked his head into my chest, I admired the fact that he was shorter then me by some inches. 

Louis looked up at me with warm, smiling eyes that put stars to shame. I brought my right hand to meet his caramel-coloured hair and began to stroke it with soothing, gentle movements. My left hand lightly dragged itself upon his eyelids, causing them to flutter close. 

We stayed like this until I was satisfied with the soft sounds of Louis' snores. He looked so vulnerable and cuddly. Temptation took over me; temptation to feel his soft skin on mine. 

I slowly lowered my head down to his and gently kissed his tear-streaked cheeks before letting myself fall into a deep sleep. 

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 I woke up to an absent Louis and three texts from a worried Niall.

Niall:1:49pm- Harry?! Are you sick or something?                                                                                                                                                                          

Niall:1:57pm- HARRY?                                                                                                                                                                             

Niall:2:13pm-Answer now or I'm going to assume you're dead!!

I had completely forgot that Niall went completely mad when he didn't know where I was. I swear, he acts like my second mother sometimes. 

Harry:3:02pm- Calm down. I'm at Louis'. I'll explain later. 

I decided to find Louis after chucking my phone across the living room. As I twisted through the seemingly endless hallways looking for him, I couldn't help but notice how big everything was; How everything looked so expensive and posh. Right as I was about to give up looking for Louis, I heard the faint sound sound of a piano. I ran in numerous different directions until the sound was most clear at a mahogany-coloured door.

The first thing I saw when I pushed the door open was a beautiful Baby Grand piano. The keyboard facing the long, vertical windows that covered the majority of the wall. The rest of the walls consisted of posters of bands such as The Fray, The Script, and One Direction. Song sheets scattered the ivory-coloured carpet and were accompanied by numerous CD's. Louis really needs to clean this place. I left a soft chuckle escape my lips but immediately regretted it as soon as the melodic sounds of the piano ceased to play. 

Cerulean blue eyes looked at me from behind the piano. "Didn't see you there," Louis gulped.

I shuffled awkwardly to sit next to him on the piano bench. "And I didn't know you played," I shot back at him, flashing my dimples at him. That got a small smile out of him. "I used to play when I was younger, but I kind of forgot how to read some of the sheet music."