I think I wanna marry you! Larry Stylison One Shot

~Louis' POV~

                      It has been fives years since One Direction broke up. Well, actually we didn't really brake up. In fact, we are all very much together often. Still best friends. Sometimes we even sing together when we're bored. Why? Because we're still technically a band. Plain and simple. Unfortunately we were fired. It's a long story, but to make it easy to explain, I will summarize with a sentence. I kissed Harry. Harry kissed me. We kissed. Heh heh.

Flashback:

                 "So, Harry, I hear you fancy someone... A certain celebrity that EVERBODY ships you with." The annoying, blonde headed dunce of a hostess wiggled her fake, thin eyebrows at Harry. Harry just sat up a little, looking surprised.

                  "Oh! Is Larry coming out then?" What did he just say?! Harry and I aren't together. We will never be together, he's straight! Everyone in the audience audibly gasped. In fact, everyone in the room gasped. I bet all of America, and whoever else my have been watching gasped.

                   "L-Larry? Are you saying...." What's her name with the make-up caked eyes stuttered. Everybody watched Harry, bums far off the edge of their seats.

                    "Ha! No, I'm just kidding. No, Louis has said it millions of times before 'Larry is bullshit', so yeah. Nope, just kidding. There is nothing going on between us." Everyone, except a few girls I assumed to be Larry shippers, sighed contently. However, what Harry said, it hurt. I don't know why, but it hurt. Like, a sudden realization dawned on me. Like maybe I never thought Larry was bull shit.

                    "Well, I wouldn't say it's bull shit..." I stated, regretting it instantly. Those few girls, faces now covered in tears, looked up quickly now with slight smiles.

                     "What do you mean? You've said it loads of times." Harry now asked. I froze. Shit. Why can I never shut up. Even if the fate of the world rested on me not saying a word, we'd be dead in seconds.

                     "W-Well... Erm, I mean..." What do I mean?! What the hell is wrong with me?! "I just... What's wrong with Larry anyway? I mean, times have changed. Harry is my best friend, and it's shit that I don't get to have that because of a bunch of homophobic pricks. Gay is OK, isn't it? Sure, it isn't completely normal for two friends to like each other more than friends, but how bad is it? Really! I mean, would it even matter if I just simply-" and between that pause, I leaned over to Harry, and pecked his lips. Well, that was originally my plan, but I froze. On his lips, in front of millions of people. I didn't hear anything they were saying, though I fully damn well knew they were saying a lot, because I was lost in a world. A world of sparks, shimmering a sky that exist only around us. I was zoned away from everyone and everything, the only person there... Was Harry.

                      At first he stiffened, but didn't move away. Then, as if there wasn't enough fire works, he started to move his lips, and I did the same. It was weird. Not weird uncomfortable. No, far from that. This. This was amazing. His lips were so plump and soft, but not like a girls. The slight whiskers on his chin tickled my own, and it felt great! In that instant, all those Larry moments I had once wished never happened, I wished I could relive every one of them for an eternity. In that moment, I realized that I was in love. That very second I met Harry in the bathroom at the X-Factor, I was absolutely head over heels.

                      After a while, we pulled apart for air, heaving sharply, and our fore heads pressed closely on one another.