I'll Be Singing [LARRY STYLINSON]

Chapter Eight

It's late. It's around midnight or something and I'm feeling amazing. Louisa and I are sitting in one of the many rooms in the hotel. She's having a cup of hot chocolate and I'm drinking tea.

We're still high from the fact that we both moved on to the Six Chair Challenge. Louisa had sung Lay Me Down by Sam Smith. I didn't hear her performance, but from what I have gathered she had done a pretty amazing job.

"Louis was distant when I performed today," Louisa looks at me. "It was like he wasn't really up for it."

"He seemed interested when I sang," I say. Blushing a bit as I remember how he looked at me.

"Maybe because it was you?" Louisa smirk. I look down. I feel bad if he actually had been mentally absent from the other contestants performances.

"I'm sorry,"

"Don't be!" Louisa watches me and tajes a deep breath. "Harry.... I've been observing you over the last couple of day, not in a creepy way of course... but I think you need someone who can love you. Like really love you and not just some random person who just wants sex."

"Louis might be like anyone else, and who knows how he actually feels. He is really confusing," I look down to my hands. As I prepare to continue speaking, but I'm interrupted by my phone. I pick up, without recognizing the number.

"Hello?"

"Harry? It's Louis," his voice is so soft, I'm almost breathless.

"Hi," I say and blush.

"Is it him?" Louisa whispers with a huge smile plastered to her face. I nod and pray that she won't say anything.

"Can you meet me in my room in a bit?" I can hear the grin in his voice. I know he knows that I'm blushing.

"Sure," I say. "I'll be there in ten. "

I hang up and Louisa immediately starts laughing. "You should see yourself. You're red as a stop sign,"

"No, I'm not," I shriek and cover my face with my hands. Louis wants to see me, and I can't find my ability to breathe. I need to calm down a bit before leaving.

"Yes you are!" she points at me. "What did he want?"

"He wanted me to come to his room... now," I say, still with my face buried deep into my palms. "Why is he doing this to me? How did I fall so quickly?"

"He is charming guy, and just remember, if he gets your category you're safe until the live shows. And then you'll have lots of time to figure out what it is you're feeling."

I look at her. There's no sign of jealousy or anything like that, she seems just as excited as I am. I grab her hand. She's a good friend. "You're safe too, you know, from what I've heard you really killed it today."

"Thank you Harry," she gives my hand a squeeze. "Go get him,"

***

I don't know wether I should laugh or cry. It took him just a few days, to get my emotions wrapped around his fingers like this. I hate it, I need to stop this. I need... him. Is it so wrong that I want him? I have been secretly thinking about him since that day in the bathroom, finding every interview, every unknown song, but his arrogance is all forgotten now. Louis has been sneaking into my dreams, ben making dizzy, and is now in complete control of my heart.

I never thought I was an easy target, I never thought someone could sweep me of my feet with the easy he had done. I never thought I could become such a mess.

Before I realize it, I'm standing in front of his room. Do I knock or...? I barely lift my hand before he opens the door, he take a fast glance down the hall, before he grabs my shirt and pulls me inside.

A firm body is pushed against mine, a hard door is keeping me from falling backwards, and a warm breath tingles on my ear.

"Please don't make it so hard for me to stay away," a low murmur close to my ear. Is that his lips? Soft skin, and light stubble on his chin. My heart races, I never expected that I would be this close to him. Him.

"Who told you to stay away?" I ask, surprising myself with courage I didn't think I had. I'm out of breath, and the words comes out as a stutter.

He is so close. His body fit perfectly with mine. His hair is so soft, and the way his nose nuzzles my neck is mind blowing. I sign. "Louis, what are you doing?"

"Harry..." he whispers and pulls back so I get a clear view of his eyes. Blue electricity, an ocean. I have to really keep a hold of myself. Hormones and adrenaline are rushing round my body, and out of sheer instinct I reach for his cheeks. He looks surprised. Mixed feelings flash across his face, but then he seems to make up his mind. "Harry, may I please kiss you?"

I nod, because saying no isn't an option.