Fade (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

Louis' POV:

Never did I ever think that I would see him again. That I would be able to look into his pure green eyes, to look at his plump pink lips, to smell his intoxicating scent, to be able to see him in the flesh, and not just in old pictures of us. Ever since he left I was broken, I shut down and I changed. He was my best friend and I lost him. I changed because I knew that if I couldn't be with him again, I shouldn't be the me I was when I was with him. I didn't change in the fact that I changed from being gay, but I've changed appearance wise, and personality wise.

I may have only been nine years old, but I was old enough to know what love felt like and every time I thought of him, I felt just that. I've never looked at anyone with the same look in my eyes as I did with him. Literally someone mentioning his name would bring me to tears. I missed him so much, and now he's back, and it's about time too. 

Oh, boy has he changed. His structure is tall and lean, much taller than I am. His arms are thick with muscle, and his legs are long. His hair is a lot more curly than it was when we were kids.. Everything about him is perfect, and his voice has grown out of that squeaky tone. It's so raspy and deep I got goosebumps talking to him yesterday morning. I've spent years trying to get over this guy and here is infiltrating my life again. I can't let myself fall for him if he doesn't even like men. I have lots to learn about him. Ironic how I need to know a lot of things about my best friend. Well old best friend. 

It's been a day since he moved in next door, and I've found myself constantly thinking about him. I also found out that his bedroom is ten feet away from mine. Ten feet. His window is always open, and I constantly hear his beautiful voice singing. I knew from a young age that he would grow up to be a singer. He was so talented when he was younger and he loved to perform in front of people. I did as well, but I've never been as good as Harry. No where near as good as him. 

"Louis, get your arse down here!", my mum yells from somewhere downstairs. I don't answer but do as she asks. 

"Oh my goodness, did you know that the Styles have moved in next door? This is so great! We have to go say hello!", she practically is jumping up and down at this point. I know how close she was with them, and I was too. I just don't see myself being friends with Harry anymore as bad as that sounds. The boy who flips my heart around, and I can't be friends with him. Plus I don't know how his family would react to my new appearance. I used to be the little boy with suspenders and trousers, now look at me all tatted up.

"Oh would you stop thinking about it and c'mon already!", she groans and drags me towards the door. I really don't want to do this.

"Mum, I don't think we should bother the poor people, they just moved in. Let's let them settle down for a couple more days. They probably won't even remember us Mum, it's been ten years," I try to talk her out of it, but the look she's giving me tells me otherwise. When my Mum wants something, she gets it.

"Nonsense Louis, are you just afraid to see your boyfriend?", she smirks and a scowl soon makes it's way on my face. She knows very well about me being gay, and she's not very shy about it. Every time she see's a guy my age she basically throws me at him. Only my mum, my sisters and my best friend Niall know about me being gay, other than that, no one knows. 

"No, he's not my boyfriend. He's not even my friend. I barely remember him," I lie, and she snickers while rolling her eyes. 

"C'mon now, before you have to leave for school," she says and walks up their front steps. Every inch I take towards their front door, the more my adrenaline rushes. Suddenly the door is opening, and Gemma is standing there smiling at us. 

"Hello Mrs. Tomlinson, Louis! C'mon inside, my mum's just upstairs," she allows us in, and I take a look inside. The walls are painted a deep shade of red, with a white trim, and there are many windows to let light in. The kitchen looks just like I remember it, a big island in the middle and the dining room right next door. 

A picture of Harry, Gemma and I sits in the corner of the kitchen counter-top. I pick it up as I remember the day it was taken. We were all camping near a little river we'd found on a hike. Harry and I shared a tent, while Gemma and his mum were in one. We went down to the little river, and Harry caught the biggest fish I'd ever seen. It took all three of us to reel it in. When we got it, we decided we wanted to grill it ourselves, so we took it out in the woods and made a fire. We burnt the fish and got lost. Our parents didn't find us until four hours later and we were all huddled up together for warmth. That was one of the funnest trips I'd ever been on. 

A new presence in the room makes me put the photo down and look up. My eyes meet Harry's and he looks back into mine. He looks down at the photo I was just holding and I swear I saw him grin a bit. Maybe he does remember. 

"Louis! Darling it's been so long since we've seen you!", Anne calls running towards me. She embraces me in her arms and I hug her back laughing a bit at how excited she is. 

"Look at you all grown up and with tattoos and what not. You've grown so much! You've gotten even more handsome too!", she smiles squeezing my cheeks and I bat her hands away embarrassed. 

"Harry you remember Louis right?", Anne asks the quiet boy, and he shrugs his shoulders, but I can see it all too well in his eyes that he does. 

"Well, Jay, you look lovely as always," Anne compliments my mum and soon they are in a full blown conversation while Gemma and Harry awkwardly look at me. I scratch the back of my neck and try to think of something to say, but nothing comes to mind. 

"When did you get so many tattoos?", Harry ask suddenly causing me to jump. This is the first time he's gone out of his way to talk to me in two days and it's kind of weird. I'm used to his quite side. 

"I don't know, it's not like I just get them at random. They mean stuff to me," I reply while taking in his features. He's biting his bottom lip in nervousness and it looks extremely hot.

"Cool," he answers bluntly and looks towards the ground while Gemma just stares at me, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. I notice a tattoo on Harry's wrist but I can't read it from this far away. 

"Boys, Gemma, come here!", my mum's voice calls from the opposite room. They are standing in the living room and have big smiles on their faces, which can only mean bad news. 

"Sit, sit. We have some exciting news!", Anne claps her hands together motioning towards the comfy looking couch. I sit down, and my bum sinks into the leather. The spot next to me sinks, and I can feel the uneasiness coming off of Harry. I smirk and scoot closer to him. He tenses up and I chuckle evily inside. Weird I know but messing with this boy is something I love to do.

"So, since we haven't seen each other in over ten years, we decided that we should go on a mini vacation!", Anne exclaims, and Harry, Gemma and I all look at each other. A vacation with Harry? Oh God it's going to be awful I can feel it. Not to mention extremely awkward. What are we going to do the whole time? Play go fish?

"When?", Gemma asks and my mum jumps up and down. They have to be the weirdest parents on this planet. Getting super excited over a stupid vacation. I can't believe they are making us do this. I'd rather poop a cactus than be stuck in an awkward situation with Harry for who knows how long.

"Well, over spring break of course which is in about a month? So we have until then to decide where we want to go."

I have a month to prepare for two weeks with Harry. Two long weeks with the boy I'm hopelessly in love with. Great.

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So how did you guys like it? I know this isn't one of my best chapters, but it will get better as the story moves along. I have big plans for this book and the sequel. Yes I said sequel ;) 

I love you guys so much! Almost twenty reads! and all the votes and comments I love it :) keep it up and tell me what you think!

Also tell me who's POV you like better so I know who's to write in more often. I personally like Harry's. Anyways goodnight, and I love you. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIALL! Almost forgot. okey byyyyeee.