A Larry Stylinson love story

Chapter 2: The phone call

Harry POV

I was woken abruptly from my sleep by a sound that I didn't recognize right away. The sound was very loud, followed by an outburst of Louis. "You stupid saucepan! Why do I always have to screw up baking a fucking egg?" Now I knew what happened. Mister Louis Tomlinson, famous for his horrible cooking skills, tried backing an egg once again. I sat up in my bed, immediately feeling like I was dying. I moaned in pain, my head felt like it was going to burst. I reached for my head and once I held it in my arms the pain lowered. But when I let go the pain was there again, twice as hard. Guess this was going to be a day of me lying in bed all day.

I held my head as I exited my room and walked over to the kitchen. "Morning..." I said with a voice thick with sleep. "I'm sorry if I waked y-" Louis started laughing. "What's wrong Haz? Is your head going to fall off if you let go?" I gave him a shut-up-or-you-will-regret-it face before I slowly sat down at the kitchen table. "Do you want cereal?" Louis asked in a suddenly worried voice. I hummed and enjoyed my cereal, after I swallowed the gross fluid thing Louis made me drink.

Louis POV

Pour Harry, he felt so bad. Usually I was the one walking around with a hangover. But lately I wasn't this fan of drinking anymore, I'd rather stay sober. Harry too, but last night he just couldn't contain himself I guess. I sat down eating my cereal while Harry went in the bathroom for a shower and get dressed. I started thinking again what Harry said last night right before he went to sleep. It kept me awake almost all night. "Yeah, fantasy..." the way he said that, in this sarcastic voice, made me start to think. What did he mean by saying that? Of course he was wasted but he just sounded so sure, so convinced. Was he gay? Maybe just a little bit? I'll figure this out, before the tour! I want to know how he feels. Because I love him... Because I really care about him. Because I want to spend my life with him...

Suddenly I heard Harry moaning of frustration. "Everything okay in there?" I asked while moving towards the bathroom. "No, I guess my hair got stuck in one of the buttons on my shirt, can you please help me?" "Yeah sure, coming right away!" I struggled not to burst into laughter when I saw Harry standing there, with one arm in the air and the other one and his hair stuck in his shirt. I couldn't see his face, it was stuck in his shirt too. "Are you going to keep staring at me in this awkward situation or are you actually going to help me?" Harry almost started laughing at himself. I got a great idea. I have to take a picture of this! I unlocked my phone but the sound was still on, so Harry heard. "Don't you dare taking a picture of this!" Harry warned. Being the good boy I am, I put my phone back in my pants while I giggled.

Harry POV

"Don't you dare taking a picture of this!" I told the boy I love. Even as cute and as handsome as he is, no one is allowed to take a picture of this awkward situation. "So, you're stuck huh?" Louis asked in a mischievous way. "Uhh yeah, you think I'm standing here like this because I think it's kinda funny?" My arms started to feel a bit sore, and I really wanted to get out of this uncomfortable situation. I heard Louis' footsteps coming closer. "Is it okay for you if I unbutton your shirt a bit so you can free yourself?" Louis asked sounding a bit shy. The idea of Louis unbutton my shirt gave me an awesome feeling. "Yeah, I guess that's the only option since I can't do it myself." I said with a more excited voice than I wanted.

"There we go..." Louis almost whispered. I could feel his hands on my shirt and unbuttoning it. After a few buttons I was able to pop my head through the hole and I could finally move my arms again. Louis looked at me in a way he has never looked at me before. I saw desire in his eyes, at least I think that's what I saw.

Before anything further could happen, Louis' phone rang. He walked out of the bathroom to answer the phone call. Probably another curious journalist... This time I managed to get my shirt on. My hair was still wet from the shower, but I thought it looked good. I quickly put on some deo and some cologne, don't ask me way. Don't even get me started... I just wanted to, sort of, impress Louis or something. I wanted him to get attracted to me. I wanted to tell him how I feel about him, but I'm too scared to tell him. I don't want to lose this awesome bromance we have. Not because of those stupid feelings. I don't mind if I'm gay or not, I am not scared of that word. Why do you have to label love between people? If two people love each other, I think it is the most beautiful thing ever. Louis snapped me out of my thoughts by yelling "YOU'RE NOT!" at his phone. Oh dear...