Bite The Bullet (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8

Okay so this is sorta just a fluffy filler. but either way hey.So Larry fluff. 

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My eyes flew open and immediately images from last night replayed in front of my open eyes.

Harry kissing me against the wall. Me touching Harry’s shirtless form. His lips on mine. Harry hovering above me. Him kissing my jaw, my neck, my chest.

I shivered. It was so surreal. Like a dream. Not a nightmare, a dream. I couldn’t believe it. We had slept together and I wasn’t upset about it. My heart was fluttering just thinking about it. Was this what I had been feeling these past weeks? Was this all because of Harry? How much I, liked him? Hell, I would even go as far as saying I think I was falling for him.

The thought both scared me and made a smile spread across my face.

Wait a sec, Harry had fallen asleep beside me last night. But the bed on either side of me was empty and I couldn’t feel the strong arms around me like I had had these past few days.

I sat upright and rubbed a hand over my face. I looked around through bleary eyes when I saw him sitting on the end of the bed, his feet hanging over the edge. He had pulled on a pair of his plaid pajama pants. His hair was bedraggled and a few stray curls were pointing in odd directions. His back and chest were bare due to his lack of a shirt.

He inevitably felt the shift of the mattress because he turned to look at me. His eyes roamed over my exposed chest as the covers bundled around my waist. His eyes finally lifted to mine and he smiled.

A blush crept up my cheeks and heated them to what must have been a deep red.

“Morning,” He said. I shivered as his voice came out husky and laced with lingering sleep. I filled my senses and seemed to make my heart race.

“Hi,” I replied.

I expected him to be, I don’t know, happier? I expected him kiss me and hug me. But he was sitting away from me and he looked almost hesitant. Did he regret what happened last night? Surely not. Not after what he had said to me before everything happened.

I moved forward on the bed, closer to him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything just looked down at his hands which rested in his lap.

“Louis, do you regret last night?” he asked abruptly.

The question caught me off guard and I pulled back slightly. My brow creased as I looked at him.

He turned his head to look at me and his face was expressionless except for the worry that showed through his eyes.

“I, why would you ask me that?” I asked, unsure of where it came from.

“I just, you know how I felt about you but, you never, I didn’t think you felt that way.” He replied. It was awkward as if he wasn’t sure exactly how to say what was on his mind.

I could understand where the concern came from, actually. He had conveyed his feelings for me. I hadn’t. I had just gone along with him. But, I didn’t regret it. I felt like I should but I didn’t. It had felt right and good. How were you supposed to feel guilty something that felt like the  right thing?

I leaned forward and gripped one of his larger hands in my smaller one. His eyes connected his eyes with mine. His were wide as he stared at me.

“I didn't know I did either but no,” I said. “I don’t regret it. I feel like I should but I don’t.” I shook my head to emphasize my point. I really wanted the worry lines on his forehead to go away.

When they didn’t, I reached my other hand forward to smooth them out. His eyes fluttered closed and they slowly eased away with my touch. I let my hand trail down his cheek.

“I don’t regret being with you last night. Not at all. I don’t really know how and why it happened but I found myself missing you when I woke up this morning.” I explained to him.

These feelings had seemed to pop out of nowhere. Of all the years I had known Harry, I had never experienced this. I guess sometimes it just took kidnapping a guy and keeping him in your basement to bring out his soft side.

After I stopped talking a huge smile lit up his face and his dimples popped. He surged forward wrapping his arms around me and crashing his lips to mine. We fell back against the pillows and I pulled away from Harry’s mouth to giggle a bit. Jesus, when did I start giggling?

“Louis Tomlinson, where have you been?” He asked me.

I cocked my head at the odd question.

“Right here?” I tried.

He shook his head. “No. But you’re here now.”

I laughed a little. I didn’t quite get it but he was still smiling so I shoved the odd riddle aside and kissed him back as he lowered his lips to mine again.

“How did this happen?” He asked.

I really did laugh out loud this time.

“I have no fucking idea. I don’t even know if I’m gay for god’s sake. I just like being in your arms.”

He brushed my messy fringe out of my eyes. “I don’t really give a damn. As long as you’re here.”

We stared at each other for a while reveling in the newfound feelings on my part and the old ones finally acted upon on Harry’s part.

“How about I make us some breakfast?” he suggested. “Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream?”

My favorite breakfast. Damn him.

I shoved him off me onto the bed and I sat up and quickly pulled on my boxers.

“Hey!” He exclaimed.

“Hey, it’s your fault for bringing out my favorite breakfast.”

He raised an amused eyebrow at me.

“Well hop to it! Can’t offer that and then sit on your arse. Imma go shower quick.” I said.

He chuckled as I sent him a playful smile. I went to turn away but he caught my wrist and tugged me back down to him for a kiss. He pressed one firmly to my lips before I poked at his chest.

“Go,” I whispered against his lips. “I’m hungry.”

“It’ll be ready in fifteen minutes.” He informed me. I grabbed one of the spare pairs of clothes that Harry had brought me and bounded off to the bathroom.

Despite the situation I was still in, I whistled happily all through my bathing and as I got changed. I couldn’t deny this was fucked up. Because it was. Extremely so. But I was happy. So screw it. 

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