I thought you loved me *A Larry Stylinson Fanfic*

Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

*Harry’s POV*

Niall refused to leave and he continued to knock on the door and shout my name. It must have been going on for a good 15 minutes before I heard soft voices talking outside. “Harry, let me in. It’s Lou,” the only person I wanted to talk to was right outside my door. I crawled over and opened the door, pulled Louis inside, and shut it again. The first thing I did was attach myself to him, and I wasn't going to be letting go any time in the near future. It was like Louis could read my mind, because he did the only thing I needed right now. He simply wrapped his arms around me and didn't say a word.

After a few minutes... Ok, maybe more than a few minutes, but that fact is irrelevant. Where was I? Oh yeah, after a few minutes he pulled back slightly and looked at me. “You don’t want to date her, do you?” I knew who he was talking about. He was talking about... Swift. I couldn't talk, so I simply shook my head violently and looked up at him, eyes wide with innocents.

*Niall’s POV*

“Um, Zayn? I think we need to have a talk,” I'm going to do it. I'm going to tell Zayn I love him. “About what mate?” he seemed fully interested in what I wanted to talk about. I started stuttering, suddenly becoming excessively nervous. “Well, um, you see, the thing is... I-I'm ga-gay... To you. I-I love you Zayn...”

*Liam’s POV*

I was talking with Tara and her friends Chloe and Trisha. They were really nice people. Funny, down to earth, conversational. Generally lovely people. But that Trisha girl was a little bit more... Quiet than Tara and Chloe. And Chloe was a little... Crazy, to put it mildly. I really liked these girls though, so I gave them my number, and the other boys’ as well. They were ecstatic, thanking me over and over again when really, I wanted to give them our numbers.

“We should hang out sometime, with the other boys of course,” I suggested as I was leaving, having completely forgotten my earlier task of finding Harry and Louis. “Yeah sure, that would be fun,” Tara smiled at me as I walked out the door and back to my car, still completely oblivious to the rest of the world and the task at hand.

I walked into my apartment and went straight for the kitchen to get something to eat. I had skipped lunch, though I still don’t remember why... I wonder what we are going to do about Harry’s hair... HARRY! I remembered everything. How I was supposed to be looking for both Harry and Louis, and how the other boys still hadn't  called me, meaning they hadn't found them either. Harry and Louis were still out there somewhere... This sent me into major panic mode. And of course, right at that moment, there just had to be a spoon sitting on the bench next to me. “AH!” I screamed, immediately running away and forgetting all other previous thoughts... Again. Geez, I'm really good at this ‘finding lost and possibly in danger people’ thing aren't I?

I locked myself in my spoon-free room and stayed there, huddled in a protective ball for the rest of the day, until I fell asleep. But not long after, I was awoken by a text.

‘Liam, you should probably get over here. Now. Harry’s house. – Niall’