dark secrets *larry stylinson AU*

little things.....

hey bbys :) sorry i havent updated lately.  i was gonna last night but my stepmom broke the laptop -__- so i was watching the BSE music video and i was sitting at the table and dinner was ready, so instead of saying "hey, dinners ready turn off the laptop." like a normal human being, she just closes it. who da fuq does that. like thats laptop rule number one, never just close the top when your on the internet. so it like keeps playing for like twenty seconds, then it goes all spazzy and then just stops, and it wont turn back on.

fuck you very much.

the end. go away.

LOUIS FUCKING POV GOD DAMN IT.

it had been three days since harrys visit, and i couldnt seem to get him off my mind. one thing, in particular, was tattooed on my mind. every time i closed my eyes i saw his gorgeous green orbs peircing into my soul. 

when  he looked at me, i felt something i had never felt before, but i recognized it as love. but, there was a small feeling of somehting...of... of... fear. it gave me such a rush though. each time our eyes met, with every word he said, with every move he made, it made me want him even more. i wanted to see him again. i had walked around the neighborhood a few times in hope of seeing him. no such luck though, it was almost as if he dissapeared. probably busy is all.

i was just sitting on the couch, watching the doncaster rovers play football, when my doorbell rang. i stood up with a groan, and walked to the door. it was almosyt october, and suddenly it had gotten pretty chilly. so i was just wearing sweats and a tee shirt with a beanie to top it all off.

i answered the door, and suddenly my eyes met the most beautiful ones, ever.

it was harry.

yes

HARROLD POV (I JUST FELT LIKE CALLLING HIM HAROLD JESUS) 

i had been watching him for three days since after i had visited him, and i swear he was trying to drive me mad. he would walk around the house in his red chinos and toms swaying his hips a little, almost if he knew i was watching him. sometimes, he would dance around the house, singing along to the radio. damn he was sexy. one thing though, just came like a knife through my non-existing heart. he was insecure. i would watch him dress, and he would look at himself, and then change his outfit over and over, sucking in his stomach from time to time, and would walk away from the mirror with a sad sigh. i just wanted to kiss him and hug him and tell him  i loved him, how beautiful and perfect and hot and sexy and gorgeous he is, how he can make me go mad by smiling that gorgeous smile. i wish i could.

i decided i just needed to talk to him and see him smile at me, so i decided to "go over" to visit him. i rang the doorbell. i heard a groan, then footsteps and the door opened. jesus take the wheel, he looked so sexy. i didnt watch him at all today, because i had decided to go up to the attic and play with bo for a while, so i didnt even know how hot he looked today. he wore grey sweatpants, that hung low on his hips, a black v-neck, red toms and a grey beanie. he was even wearing glasses. i couldnt stop staring. he noticed me checking him out, and i just blushed.

"hi harry, whats up?"

i finally got the courage to look him in the eyes.

"erm...i... um...just..uh..wanted to see if you wanted to um.. hang out a little today?"

nice going styles. NOT.

"um.. sure!' he said smiling a little and i could tell he was trying his best not to blush. "come in!"

i walked into the house and kicked off my shoes. he offered me a seat on the couch and i accepted.

"so, uh, whats up?" he asked, trying to start a conversation.