27 Minutes -Larry Stylinson-

Memories of a first kiss.

I'm YorkshirePerrie. All credits go to Happinessintime for she is the person who wrote this book. I'll try to update weekly so it can be open to fully read for everyone soon.

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Louis' POV

March 18th, 2011

We had just finished another long day of  boring meetings and interviews. I suppose I shouldn't say boring since I'm finally getting to start my dream career, but eighteen hours in a room full of dull old people wears you down. Of course these meetings were important ones like talking about recording our first album. I've only ever dreamt about being able to step inside a recording studio much less actually do it. Pieces of the puzzle were already fitting together to get our career as a band started and we couldn't be more thrilled.

Liam, Zayn, Niall, Harry and myself all made our way out of the tall office building we had been in all day and into the waiting van. I slummed against my seat feeling my eyes instantly shut with tiredness. It was only until I found someone else brush up against me that my eyes fluttered open. I look up to see a grinning Harry sat next to me. His green eyes sparkled with excitement from the day. Out of all of us I believe he was the most excited. The never ending questions never bothered him and he went along happily with anything that was thrown at us.

"Wasn't that amazing!" He exclaims as all the other lads hop in and settle themselves into their seats.

"Only you could come out of an eight hour meeting and still be happy, Harold." I chuckled as he just seemed to bounce in his seat with giddiness. "Aren't you tired?" I asked simply. He shakes his head sending his curls in every direction.

"No I'm to excited!" He rasps in his amazing voice. I smile and pull him closer, resting his head on my shoulder and telling him to rest. He just chuckles and snuggles himself closer to my body.

No one close to us ever made a comment about how we acted towards each other anymore. It had become almost like a second nature. We were always touching or looking at each other in some way. It was always like a need for both of us, especially me.

I had long come to terms that I had feelings for the younger boy in my arms. It honestly wasn't some big shocking thing to me. I didn't have a sudden revaluation that I had some crush on him, I just knew. I had always been open to the fact that I would love whoever I wanted to. Boy or Girl never mattered to me just as long as I was happy, and looking down at him now I was happy. Well as happy as I could be without him knowing that I had feelings for him.

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The ride back to our shared flat in the heart of London was about a thirty minute drive. We all slept or murmured quietly to each other about the day's events. Not long after we pulled up outside of our flat, and jumped or quickly making it inside and out of the drizzling rain.

"I'm off to bed." Zayn said with nods of agreement from Niall and Liam as they all made their way to their rooms. I turned and grinned at Harry.

"So now what, Haz? Movie?" I said with a smile and walked into the living room kicking off my shoes and pulling off my coat. He followed quietly and picked some horror film we both probably won't even watch. I settle myself down onto the couch and grab a big, fluffy blanket.

After putting in the movie Harry made his way over and smuggled into the small space right next to me. I placed the blanket over him and leaned my body against his, him laying his head right against my chest. My hand instantly found it's way into his hair and began playing with it as I looked up to the tv.