Saving Larry [A Larry Stylinson + One Direction Story]

Ch. 10 - Flight BA0176

Harry’s POV

As soon as our group was being seated in the first class cabin, calmness seemed to settle over me and my chest felt lighter. You would think that I would know by now not to internalize all the stress, but old habits die hard. As I take my seat and buckle up, I reach over and intertwine my left hand with Lou’s right hand. My thumb began gently rubbing in a circular motion on the back of his hand, where his infinity rope knot tattoo is located.

It still amazes me that this wonderful fit blue-eyed man is everything to me, my best friend, my partner in crime, my other half, my lover and hopefully soon my fiancé. If the previous night’s attack had not occurred, I would have been able to propose upon returning to our hotel. I am just thankful that I had Paul hold onto the ring for me, as I am well aware of Lou’s penchant for looking through my bags. It’s an old habit of his, as he likes to pilfer my clothes on occasion. I think it is a cute habit of his, unless he grabs the last clean change of clothes that I have. I know that us sharing clothing items gave some credibility to the Larry Stylinson shippers amongst our fans and pissed management off to no end. It wasn’t as if we didn’t share the same flat, so of course sometimes a piece of the other’s clothes might have been left in the washer or dryer by accident. The only problem is Louis is so much smaller in build than I am, as I am just a hare shy of now being six feet tall, that I can never comfortably wear any of his clothes. In a pinch, I can grab a pair of boxers from him, as the size he needs to fit his gorgeously full butt cheeks, more than accommodates my butt plus my other manly attributes.

I am still nervous about whether or not he will like the ring that I chose for my proposal. I knew that it would need to be something that was personal to us and that he could wear all the time without it announcing ‘I am engaged’ and have us coming out to our fans. The last thing we need at the moment is the wrath of our management team and the less open of our fans to our same sex relationship, on top of this psycho stalker issue.

The ring was a simple and elegant design, that some might mistake as a family heirloom that was handed down. The ring was silver with an oblong black onyx inlaid lengthwise along the top. I had requested the jeweler custom engrave the inside of the band with “H+L Forever & Always”. As that is what I want for our relationship, for us to be together forever and always. I know that both Lou’s and my family knew that our engagement is inevitable; I just want to make it a reality now. As, I know that we are stronger together than when we are forced to appear to remain apart. At least with the ring, Lou would then be able just to look down at his hand to realize that nothing will ever keep us apart. I can just picture him playing with the ring, twisting it during one of our various meetings with our management team, where he can smirk internally and think ‘you jackasses don’t know about us’.  Yup, that would be exactly what my sassy Lou would be doing. Just the thought of him doing so brings a sly smile to my face.

I felt Lou squeezing and releasing his grip on my hand, to get my attention. I zone sometimes when I am thinking about something, someone even commented once that I look like I was asleep but my eyes were wide open. Zayn even once rapped his knuckles on my forehead and asked, “Harry, are you in there?” All the stuff I put up with as the youngest, even though I am only a little bit over four months younger than Niall. I turn and look into Lou’s eyes with a smile on my face. “Zoning again, huh Hazza? What about this time?”

“Just thinking about something I want to be able to do with you, Lou,” I responded.

He starts to wiggle his eyebrows while smiling mischievously, “Hazza, we have been over this before no getting naked on a commercial flight and no snogging in the bathroom either.”

I chuckled while shaking my head, “Nope, that wasn’t it.” I know that none of the lads will ever let me live down that first time when I stripped off all of my clothes because I was too hot and walked to the lavatory in just a blanket. “Though it does sound interesting, but with your Mum and Dan sitting just a few seats behind us, I wouldn’t even dare to try. Jay would send my Mum a DM on twitter about it as soon as she could. I don’t need a maternal talking to ever again about my proclivity to display my God given goods in public and so on and so forth.”