Letters To Lou | Larry

10. Practically in love

December 10th

"What?" Louis squeaks.

Harry's smile turns into a frown once he hears Louis' appalled response.

"You don't want me there?" He asks. He didn't imagine him reacting that way. His frown deepens.

"Give me a second," Louis sighs.

Harry hears a bit of rustling and then some inhaling and exhaling.

"Are you hyperventilating?" Harry sits up, getting a little worried.

He hears no response.

"Love?" Harry takes a glance at the phone, trying to get Louis to hear him.

"Louis?" He speaks in his deep voice.

He hears more rustling

"I'm here, I'm here," Louis speaks, his voice becoming clear.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks.

"I'm fine, promise," Louis answers. Harry sits back, relaxing in the soft furniture.

"Why?" Harry asks.

"Why what?" Louis questions, acting oblivious.

"Lou," Harry scolds.

"I just..." He leads on, not knowing what to say because he wants to say too much. He doesn't even know where to begin.

"Don't want me there," Harry whispers. His heart saddens as he picks at the fabric of his sweater. He knows Louis took an interest in him from the moment he got a positive response from the letters. But maybe it was just Louis getting tired of him.

"Far from it actually," Louis' voice reigns in. Harry's heart starts beating faster.

"Definitely far from it," he hears Louis say again as if trying to convince himself that's what he wants.

"So what is it... that you want," Harry asks, because he really doesn't know what Louis wants and it's confusing him to no ends. Does Louis even really like him? Was this all because of Nick? Harry's blood boils at the thought. How it's possible for Nick to intervene in his love life is beyond him because now, even the cutest boy he's had the chance to meet and adore doesn't even want to look at him. Fucked up is what it is.

"I really want to see you," Louis murmurs. Harry suddenly remembers what that warm feeling coursing through his body was like.

"I'm just nervous because you've been sending me all these love confessions and I didn't even know I had a thing for you but apparently, I do. It's mad how you make my heart race so fast. How it feels like a jolt of electricity everytime you compliment me, but like a good jolt and it's just the fact that it's you Harry, you're the most loving and cutest person ever. You are adored by so many and your hair is so soft and curly. How your lips are so pink sometimes like how are you even real?" Louis rants, warmth filling his body at his sudden leap of faith.

Harry is definitely hooked.

"Don't let me stop you," Louis hears. He laughs, looking at the ceiling and wondering if it's possible to be so happy.

"Cheeky," Louis mumbles. His gaze runs down the length of his shoe as he scuffs it on the pavement.

"Learned from you," Harry retorts. Louis smiles at that, seeing how much he rubs off on him.

"So when are you supposed to come down here," Louis asks, walking around the house. He ends up in his brother's bedroom, Caleb asleep in his crib. His mom must've just put him down for a nap.

"In about 12 days," Harry answers.

Louis' brows furrow. He's distractedly running a hand through Caleb's hair.

"So close to Christmas," he states, mostly to himself.

"Mhm, my family and I were thinking about just spending it over there, maybe take a little vacation. Might go sightseeing, stay in a nice hotel. It should be fun," Harry speaks.

The light bulb in Louis' head goes off. It's gonna take a lot of guts for him to say this, but it's Harry Styles for God's sake. The one who likes him for some unknown reason.

"You guys planning on staying here?" Louis rephrases and it doesn't really matter if he stutters a lot.

"Yeah."

"Instead of, you know, staying in a hotel," Louis pauses, continuing to run his fingers through his brothers hair. They shake with every breathe he takes.

"You could, like, stay with me and my... uhm, family," Louis says.

"Just gonna be my mom and Caleb. And we've got plenty of space. We could buy some nice pillows and blow up beds," Louis rambles. Nice pillows. Sometimes Louis questions his existence.

"This has nothing to do with the fact that you're practically in love with me, right?" Harry jokes.

Louis giggles like a schoolgirl talking to a jock.

Caleb is snuggling up against his hand as Louis tries to think of a good comeback. But to no avail. Harry has literally taken his breath away.

So all he can muster is a nice, "shut up."

"When did we switch roles?" Louis asks.

"I could've sworn you were the one who went all nervous for me," he smiles. He ignores the fact that he just told Harry how head over heels he is for him.

"I'm a charmer, Lou. It's in my blood," Harry sounds smug. Louis can feel his stupid, smug grin.

"Hmm... alright, Mr. Charmer. Let's see if you can charm your way into my bed when you take your little trip over here," Louis smirks, hanging up before he says anymore stupid things. That was definitely his leap of faith.

He can tell how affected Harry gets when he watches his phone light up with Harry's number. He declines the call a couple of times before getting a text message.

From Hazza 💖: when I get over there, you're gonna be begging me to get in your bed, baby.

Fuck, Louis wasn't expecting that.