You and I (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

[A/N]  Sorry about the long wait, I can only write when I have a computer, and that's not very often. Sorry in advance, cuz waiting for chapters is going to be loooooong. So sorry, don't have money to buy a new laptop now really :/

Anyways, new chapter, yaaaayy

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Louis' POV

I walked over to the car. God, how I hated those trips to interviews. Interviews themselves weren't that bad actually. Normally it would just be us and a random person asking us questions we got asked 100 times before. No, it was those stupid rides in a cramped car that I absolutely loathed. I watched the boys get in the car first. Great, I thought to myself while rolling my eyes, now I had to either die because I had to squish myself between three people or die because I had to sit on one of the boys' laps. I chose the second option, of course, don't want to get squased to death between three people. I debated my options. Would I go for Harry's, Niall's or Liam's lap? I paused for a minute, thinking. I brushed my fringe out of my eyes and smiled a bit. Of course I would go for Harry, there really wasn't even the need to think about that question.

Happy about my own answer I skipped to the car, my lips turning in a smirk when I saw the boys cramped together on the back seat. This would be fun.

I jumped into the car, climbing over Liam to get onto Harry's lap. I made myself comfortable by wriggling my butt. I felt Harry shot up straight the moment I sat on him. Hah, must've scared him right there. The smirk on my face grew bigger as I thought about the possibility of scaring Harry. Nobody ever scared him. When you jumped out of nowhere he often just looked you in the eyes, one eyebrow raised, and say "Was that meant to scare me?" with his deep voice. Thinking about it, my smile began to fall. I really didn't scare Harry, that was nearly impossible. What was it supposed to be then? I faintly heard Liam talking to Harry, the curly haired boy talking with a bit of what sounded like nerves in his voice. My eyebrows shot up, Harry, nervous for an interview?! That never happened either! Harry sure is acting weird. He was always the more outgoing type of guys among us, always flirting with whatever person he deemed attractive. It was annoying sometimes, but Louis really didn't mind watching the way Harry's beautiful green eyes lit up and his dimple appeared when he smirked while flirting with someone. Although he did wish it was him Harry was sending the smile too. Yeah, he got jealous often. Got a problem with that?!

After some time of sitting on Harry's lap, Louis' leg started to tingle. Lack of blood. He shifted around a bit, lifting his ass to sit up straighter. Right then he heard someone let out a soft sound, almost sounding like, whimpering? I wonder who was that, and mainly, why they are making that sound? He felt Harry tense up again, shifting around, squirming almost. Why was everybody acting so strange, or was it only Harry?

After about another hour of Harry squirming underneath him, Paul finally parked the car near the building the interview was going to be held at. As soon as the car stopped, Harry threw me on Niall's lap, climbed over Liam and ran towards the building, all the while looking extremely uncomfortable and with a slight red colour on his face. I then decided it was only Harry acting weird, because Niall, Liam, Zayn and Paul seemed to be gazing at the door Harry ran through with the same expression Louis had now plastered on his face. Confusion, and of course, a bit of corcern for the youngest member of their band.

"Let's get to the building first, then I'll go find Harry and ask what's wrong. Maybe he just needed to wee or something." I chuckeled softly, looking at the boys while they all nodded, agreeing with my plan. We all left the car and plastered big smiles on our faces, looking at the fans. Again, there where loads and loads of girls in front of the building, screaming their heads of. Along with my ears, I added to the thoughts in my mind. I walked behind all the boys, thinking about Harry. Really, if he needed to go use the loo he would've told us, right? It's weird he just stormed of like that.

Harry just didn't seem to leave my mind while I was waving at the screaming girls, occasionally posing for a picture or to scrabble my signature on someone's breast, telephone or fan item. I sighed of relief when we finally arrived at the door. I sprinted through the building, searching for Harry's changing room. He should probably be there right? I don't even know anymore, I should at least give it a chance. Right when I wanted to make a right turn, I heard someone let out a loud moan in a room a little bit to the left. Curious, I walked closer to the door. My eyes practically bulged out of my head when I read the sign. "Harry Styles", written in pretty, curvy letters. I could hear heavy breathing on the other side of the room, and I tried if the room was locked. It was. Damn. I listened to the heavy breathing when suddenly an extremely loud moan was heard. My eyes widened once again, damn, that sure was Harry. I would recognise his voice anywhere. Even when it was doing delicious things like moaning out load like that. God.. I could feel my pants thighten at the obnoxiously loud moan. I stiffled a groan coming out of my own mouth. I could practically feel my heart beating out of my chest. Harry was definately wanking in that room right there. Suddenly I heard Harry's voice scream, shouting "UGH, LOUIS, YEESSSS!!!!" I almost came right at the spot. Not only was Harry wanking in his room, he was actually wanking WITH HIM ON HIS MIND! Oh god, he nervously moved his feet around the floor. What should he do, run? Knock? Oh god.. He didn't know really... He heard footsteps on  the other side of the door, it was now or never. RUN LOUIS, RUN! The thought screamed at him in his mind, but he was frozen on the spot like a deer caught in the headlights. He heard the lock of the door turning, signaling it was about to be opened. He got extremely nervous. The door swung open, revealing an extremely flustered Harry. Head glistening with sweat, hear tousled all over the place. The boy looked like sex.

Louis was in trouble. Big trouble.

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