Not My Type - A Larry Fanfiction

4: I kissed him. Twice.

AN: This is kind of like, not a big big chapter, but a kind of filler so yeah. I'm sorry guys, but Elounor is going to have to happen in these series. It won't be too serious though, don't worry loves :))

Louis walked slowly towards Harry’s house, located five minutes from the school. He was careful nobody knows where he is going that night so people don’t think badly of him. He trailed his feet in a slow, but quick way at the same time. He kissed Harry. I kissed Harry. He kept these words in his head. He didn’t know why he did that, by pure stupidity or pity probably. He couldn’t even control himself when he kissed him. It’s pity. Just pity, he tried to tell himself. But his heart told him something else that he couldn’t even know what it was.

He stopped at Harry’s door and knocked slowly. The door opened to a curly haired boy with nerdy glasses on. He seemed like a completely different person, but not at the same time. Harry mumbled a shy hello as he let the space open for Louis to walk in.

The house was warm and inviting with its modern design but warm colours. Harry led Louis to his room which was on the second floor of the two story house. His room reflect him in a way; open books were spread across the room, a laptop closed on top of his huge double bed and a door that led to a personal bathroom. They were alone at his house, which made things probably twice as awkward.

“Nice house Styles,” Louis said, admiring the room.

Harry smiled in thankfulness and grabbed some science books that were lying on the ground. Louis sat on his bed and got his own books out and some pencils.

“Here, open your book at page 34, we’ll start there,” Harry said, adjusting his collar.

Louis opened his book slowly, the corner of his eyes locked on Harry. For about an hour, Louis listened carefully to Harry describe basically everything they read so Louis would understand better. He gave him a sort of ‘pop-quiz’ at the end which Louis failed miserably, causing Harry to laugh and re-try until he gets it all right.

All along of the quiz, Louis couldn’t help but notice small things in Harry like every time he was nervous he’d adjust his collar, or when he smirks only one side of his face smiles and how slow he talks.

“We’ll end this here for now,” Harry said, closing his books and placing them in his bag. “Do you need a ride home or something?”

Louis shook his head, smiling, “I’m not going to go home now; it’s only like, four thirty.”

Harry’s mouth was shaped in an ‘o’ as his cheeks turned bright red. They stayed silent for about a minute before Louis turned to Harry. He stared at the boy blankly and blushed.

Louis looked at Harry and tried to imagine him without glasses, without being a nerd. He looked in his green eyes and he could’ve sworn they were getting closer to him every second. His body told him to turn his head, to refuse the kiss but his heart told him otherwise. Louis pulled Harry’s glasses off, causing Harry’s cheeks to turn a bright colour of red.

“Aw fuck it,” he said, grabbing Harry’s face and pulling him into a soft kiss.

Their lips moved in sync and Louis’ tongue brushed Harry’s plump lips. Harry opens his mouth slowly, letting Louis’ tongue dance with his own. The tattooed boy was sure Harry had done that before, his kissing skills were way better than he thought.

They pulled away after a short period of time, both panting at a reasonable rhythm and both smiling. Louis placed Harry’s glasses back on his face and smirked.

It did not take long for Harry to start a conversation about god-knows-what. Louis just nodded every two minutes, hoping Harry wouldn’t notice he wasn’t listening. Did he have feelings for Harry? No, of course not. But he can’t just pretend the kiss never happened, I mean he liked it enough to make it happen twice. He’s going to have to tell Nick, the only person who is seriously trustworthy.

When dinner time came and Harry’s mom arrived, Louis quickly said goodbye and rushed back home. His house was moderate, he wasn’t the richest nor the poorest. His room had creamy white walls that he and his dad painted two summers ago, his bed was covered in blue marine sheet that he had since he was around twelve and his clothes and school books were lying on the floor. He threw his bag somewhere in the pile of mess and grabbed his laptop. He hurried to his living room, a room with two couches and a small but working TV.

He scrolled down Twitter and checked his mentions, which hadn’t changed since the last time he checked.

Nick? He texted to his friend, not long after being bored of watching TV and being on Twitter.

Nick never wasted time and hurried to answer the punk lad, Yeh?

I need to tell you something, but promise me you will never ever ever tell.

I swear on my passion for photography, when Nick sweared on his passion, it was serious.

I kissed Harry. Twice.

Nick did not answer for several minutes and Louis probably assumed it was the shock. Well, it had to be it or else something was awfully wrong.

What. The. Hell. You screwed up dude.

Louis’ eyebrows furrowed, sad that the only thing his best friend had to say was that.

I’ll make it up.

How? Nick replied half a second later.

I’ll date Eleanor, Louis managed to text.