Bite The Bullet (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 9

Wow, this took a long time to update. Sorry to everyone who is reading this about that, even though no one is probably reading this. Talking to myself, whoops.

This chapter is sorta rushed though so I'm sorry about that :(

But here it is anyways. 

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Harry and I were cuddled up on the sofa after watching a film and I giggled as he told me a story about how I played a prank on him when we first met. I had no recollection of it but it was funny to hear him tell me of the supposed mischief I caused.

I smiled up at him from my spot lying down on the sofa. Harry smiled back and bent down to place a sweet kiss on my lips. I smiled into the kiss as my hand came up to twirl one of his chocolate curls around my finger.

“I’m going to go make a tea, do you want one?” He asked me once he had pulled away.

“Yes please,” I responded. I could never pass up a nice warm cuppa.

He got up off the sofa, disentangling himself from me, and set off towards the stairs. I huffed back onto the pillows as I prepared to wait alone for the next fifteen minutes. It was always like this. Harry would go up to get something from another floor of the house and I was locked down here until he returned. It was getting annoying. I wanted to be able to go somewhere asides from the main room of the basement and the tiny bathroom. I was starting to become claustrophobic.

“Harry!” I called.

He paused a few steps from the top and looked back at me.

“Yeah?” I answered.

“Can I come up with you?” I asked sheepishly. Even though we had been together, or whatever, for almost a week now I still had the lingering fear of Harry’s hidden violent side.

I heard him sigh. “Lou.”

“Please Haz? We’ve been a couple-type thing for almost a week! I haven’t tried leaving since I got here and I won’t try leaving the house. Because leaving the house means leaving you and I don’t want that.” I explained in a rush while staring at my hands.

I didn’t hear a response so I looked up.

Harry was staring at me. He looked like he was having a war within his own mind on whether or not to allow me upstairs.  After a few minutes he sighed again.

“Okay.” He said.

“Really?!” I asked leaping off the sofa. I couldn’t believe he was actually letting me come upstairs!

“Yeah, I trust you.” He said and I rushed up the steps to meet him. He took my hand in his, lacing our fingers together. He reached for the door but turned back to me first. “And I would like to think I am your boyfriend. That is if you want me to be.”

My mouth parted into an ‘o’ shape and I stared at him. Did he just say he wanted to be my boyfriend? My heart raced within my chest as a smile stretched across my face. I didn’t know what to say so I just leaned forward and crashed my lips to his. He returned the pressure, kissing me back.

“Of course I want you to be my boyfriend you twat.” I whispered against his lips. I felt him smile in response and press him mouth to mine again. He kissed me a few more times before I finally shoved him off and he opened the door.