girl almighty • larry stylinson

twenty three

chapter twenty-three

"You did screw up, mate, what the hell?" Zayn says as he exhales the smoke. Louis' livingroom is full of smoke now, and he's sitting on the floor with his back to the couch.

"I just... I don't even know. I feel ridiculous." Louis shakes his head.

"I think you're jealous." Zayn shrugs.

Louis doesn't even try to deny it, "You think so?"

"Yeah." Louis teases with a smirk, "A jealous person always acts like a twat. This isn't only because 'I want to be his only friend' kind of thing."

"Then what?"

"Something like 'he's mine so back the fuck off'." Zayn's digging into something here.

Louis chuckles without humor and shakes his head, "Nah, he isn't mine."

"You want him to be." Zayn put down his smoke, "Isn't quite obvious that you two are gone for each other ever since you first fucked?"

Louis winces at the memories: the times when they'd fuck like rabbits all night and act like totally platonic not-fucking bestfriends during the day.

"I am." Louis admits, and goddamn does that feel good, "I like him, alright? I wouldn't cheat on my ex if I didn't. Was just too blind to realize, I guess."

Zayn laughs suddenly, "I really thought you'd be denying it."

"Yeah, no I.." Louis snorts, "I'm just.. confused I guess. He told me I'm aware of he feels towards me, when we had that fight."

"Clearly," Zayn groans as he stretches his arms, "God, you two are so gone for each other you can't even see."

"I don't want to assume things." Louis frowns, "I can't just think that he likes me back, what if he's referring to me as a friend?"

"He's not, trust me." Zayn looks at his mate, "He's probably talking someone about it, how a blind asshole you can be."

Louis rolls his eyes, "No need to be that brutal."

"You need to call him." Zayn pats him the shoulder and stands up, grabbing his jacket from where he draped it on the arm of the couch.

"I want to." Louis says and watches Zayn walk to his door, "What if he doesn't want me to?"

"Sorry, kid, lecture's over." Louis flips him off and Zayn laughs, "Figure it out, yeah? Best if you do."

"Yeah, okay." Louis stares at the floor then back at Zayn, "Yeah, thanks, mate."

"No prob." Zayn winks before leaving.

//

Louis' in his room, pacing back and forth. His phone's in his ear as he hears the phone ringing. It's been ringing for quite a long time and Louis' tempted to just give up and admit defeat. That is, until Harry answers eventually, "Lou."

"Haz, Harry." Louis sits down on his bed to collect himself, "Please don't hang up.'

"What's up?" Harry asks so casually.

"I want to say I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean anything but that's not an excuse, but still-"

"Lou." Harry cuts him off, his voice gentle, "Will you come here?"

Louis doesn't even think of it, "Yeah, of course yeah. You're in..."

"My house, LA." Harry informs, "I'd call it our house, but, yeah."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."