girl almighty • larry stylinson

chapter twenty-four

chapter twenty-four

Louis' staring at Harry's floor on his porch as he waits for Harry to answer the door. He shuts his eyes as he hears footsteps from inside before the door opens slowly with Harry on the other side.

Louis lifts his head up and forces a smile, "Hey."

Harry opens the door wide and steps aside, giving Louis a small smile as the latter walks inside cautiously. Harry's on his simple clothing; sweatpants and some jumper. He also has his hair in a bun yet he still looks so handsome.

Louis stands by the couch. Harry sits on the recliner and tugs his feet under him. Now he really looks cuddly. Louis clears his throat, anything to clear his voice and hopefully this undying tension between them, "Harry, what I said in our last call-" He cuts himself off and looks at Harry.

Harry hums, "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry." Louis practically pleads at him through his eyes, "It was a dick move, okay? I didn't even know what I was doing -God. I was so used to us being together whenever you can and now it's like we're drifting apart."

"I asked you countless times before. I called you a few times and even before we went on the break, I asked you. You just brushed me off and joked about how 'we never got sick of each other'." Harry's tone is empty and flat but Louis is still affected by his words.

"I didn't know, Harry, okay? And I am sorry and I miss you." Louis says sincerely, "Maybe I just thought that we should stop this so we can't get... out of hand."

Harry stands up this time, "Out of hand? Don't you think we're way beyond that when you continued on fucking me even though you started dating Eleanor? And that was a long time ago, Louis."

"That's not..." Louis can already see where this is going, "That's not what I meant."

"Then what?" Louis partially proud of themselves that they're not yelling and being all over the place like mad men.

Louis takes a deep breath, Zayn's probably right, "I meant that I could fall for you, or you could fall for me, like a like-like thing or even a love-love thing. I wanted us to stop because I just realized how much I truly care about you and not just as a fuck buddy or a booty call or a bestfriend, but more. I didn't want to get my hopes up so I just had to go there first. But..that doesn't mean I couldn't be a jealous lad."

Harry's staring at Louis, "You like me."

Louis blushes, and goddamnit, that's not supposed to happen, "Yeah, so just.. shut up. I'm horrible at showing it. I basically hurt you over that phone call and I wish I hadn't."

It surprises the both of them, how Harry strides across the room to cup Louis' cheeks, tilting his head up and attaching their lips together. Louis just...well, he melts. He wraps his arms around Harry's waist and pulls him closer and everything just feels so right. Their lips move together expertly, knowing every inch and feel of the other. It's been years and when they kiss, it's a completely new beginning.

Harry pulls away. He leans his forehead against Louis' and he breathes out, "So..." His voice is deep and raspy, "That happened."