Fix You (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 3

"You sure you're okay?" I ask Louis for about the seventh time tonight.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just still a little upset about the whole car thing." He replied while putting down the box of things he was working on putting up. "Okay, we've been doing this for hours. Im really tired and it's getting late. I'm gonna head to bed."

"Sounds good. But your bed isn't here yet, remember?"

"Oh shit. You're right. I guess I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight. Great." He groans.

There's no way I'm letting him sleep on the couch when I have a perfectly good bed that's big enough for the both of us. "No way, that always messes up your back. You can sleep in my bed with me. I don't mind at all."

"You sure? I can just sleep here. I don't want to invade on your space."

"Of course. Ill get the bed made." I smile and grab the box containing the sheets as I walk to my bedroom.

We haven't slept in the same bed in ages. Tonight is either going to be perfect, or complete torture. How am I going to handle having him in my bed, when I can't touch him? Why can't I just tell him how I feel? Why does this have to be so difficult..I should tell him tonight. Yes. Tonight is the night. I'm going to tell Louis Tomlinson that I'm in love with him.

He enters the room, interrupting my thoughts.

I try to keep myself from staring at him while he peels off his tiny little shirt, revealing his tattoo covered, curvy, little body. I've never seen anything more beautiful in my 19 years of living. And I mean that, he's just so fucking beautiful. I have to force myself to look away as he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his jeans. He never notices when I Look at him like this. At least, that I know of. Oblivious little shit. A cute little oblivious shit though.

"Thanks again Harry for letting me sleep in here with you tonight. You're right, that couch really would mess up my back." He pulls back the cover and lays down on one side of the bed.

I stand there, admiring the way that he cuddles into the blanket, how adorable and beautiful he looks right now, laying in my bed.

"Are you going to just stand there all night? C'mon, I don't smell That bad." He giggles.

His giggle makes me weak.

I hadn't realized how long I have been standing here, staring at him.

"Oh. Yeah. I-I'll just be a second.." I mumble and quickly walk into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.

Okay. How the hell am I supposed to do this? 'Hey Louis I've been in love with you for 4 years, but just now have the balls to tell you.' This is ridiculous, I should know how to talk to my best friend. We talk all the time. But this is different, this could change our friendship drastically. For the good, or bad. I just sure hope it's for the good. Maybe he feels the same way about me? Maybe not..probably not..if he did, wouldn't he have said something by now? Well, neither have I. Okay, fuck it. Get your self together Harry. Go out there and tell him how you feel. You got this.

So that's exactly what I did. I walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed.

"Louis?" I half whisper.

Nothing.

"Louis? You awake?" This time to poke at his arm a few times.

Nothing. Fuck. He's asleep. I don't want to wake him up, he's had such a long day and he gets really upset if you wake him up when he's trying to sleep. I suppose it can wait until the morning.

I try to fall asleep, but it's just not happening. So, out comes the journal.

I scribble down a few thoughts and before I know it, I drift off to sleep. I dream of Louis. Holding him in my arms, protecting him from the dark monster that always seems to show up in my dreams.

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I know it's pretty short, but If this chapter gets at least 2 votes, I will update tomorrow :) thanks for reading .guys! And if there are any spelling mistakes or anything, i apologize, I writing this on an iPod. Auto correct is the devil.