What a Feeling | Larry Stylinson

Harry | Half a Heart

I barely ever drink and go out to the bars. But after the argument Louis and I had, I couldn't take it. I felt depressed and I felt like I had lost my other half.

I'm half a man at best, with half an arrow in my chest. I miss everything we do, I'm half a heart without you.

When I came home, I was bloody drunk and everything was dizzy. I opened the door and saw that Louis was sleeping.

I laid on top of him as I looked into his sleeping face. At least I thought he was sleeping. His eyes opened alertly and then he told me to get away from me in a harsh tone.

I felt so vulnerable. My head hurt and I couldn't get the room to stop spinning. He actually seemed a bit upset at me. But as soon as he saw the condition I was in, he grabbed me some water and pills. After he took care of me, the alcohol overtook me and boosted my confidence. My lips spoke before I thought about it.

"Harry, I know. I also know that I have the same feelings. But I just," he sighed," I want you to kiss me when you're sober. Kiss me when you're wide awake. Kiss me when I'm sad or when I'm happy. Kiss me anywhere and everywhere. Haz, I want you. I need you. And I know you won't remember this in the morning but I love you." He pecked my cheek and then he stood up and stretched. I yawned and I saw him taking off his shirt. And it turned me on of course. I stood up and held on to him. He smiled and we kissed. I began to kiss on his neck but then he stopped me.

"No ...." He said. "I don't want to kiss you in this condition." I nodded and then watched him undress. He began to take off his jeans and he stood there in just his boxers. He shuffled over to me.

"Do you need help?" I shook my head and tried taking off my jeans. I tripped over my pant legs and Louis caught me. I smiled lazily.

"Here Haz, just let me help you." I laid down on the bed on my bed. He took my pants off gently and he peeled away my shirt. Next, he tucked me into bed. He laid down next to me. We were back to back in bed. He seemed so close yet far away. Eagerly, I rolled over then moved closer to him and spooned him. He cuddled into my torso and I smiled. I rested my chin on the top of his head. He gave a soft sigh little and I smiled myself to sleep.

-

The next morning, my head felt way better. I opened my eyes and stretched a little, silently. I was delighted to see Louis cuddled under me.

"G'morning Haz," Louis mumbled in a groggy voice.

"Mm," I mumbled. He was silent and then rose out of the bed. I grabbed his arm but he shook free. He turned around and he wore a saddening smile.

"What's wrong?" I said to him. He blushed and scratched the back of his head.

"Just remembering last night." he said, hesitantly. I tried to remember anything from last night. Although I was a little tipsy, I remember every word exchanged. Every touch, and every moment.

-

"We have to tell Harry eventually. It's wrong to keep this from him. Especially if he's in love with you. And Niall, he has to know too." I heard Liam say from the other side of the door. Niall and I stood there, exchanging confused glances. We had just come home from the mall. We had met a few fans as well.

"Things are finally going right with Harry and I and I don't want to mess it up. Liam, please. I do plan to tell them eventually but right now is not a good time." Louis said. Niall opened the door cautiously without warning. I followed him inside, anxiety filling my gut.