A Thousand Years; A Larry Stylinson Romance.

Chapter 2 - Can I See You Outside Please?

“Kiss me again Harry,” I managed to get out; I was lost for breath. Willingly, Harry  compiled. He crushed his lips against mine. And no doubt, this time the kiss was more passionate and rough. He got into it and deepened it straight away. Once again, he placed his left hand on my lower back and his right hand buried into my messy, brown hair. He licked my bottom lip, begging for an entrance, which I granted without hesitation.  I pulled at the hem of Harry’s shirt, signalising for him to take it off. Harry broke the kiss for a moment and with a quick movement, his long sleeved grey shirt was on the floor. He pushed me down on the couch and brushed his lips against mine. “I love you Louis,” he breathed, staring into my eyes. “I love you too Harry,” I whispered.

I held onto Harry’s chest, and pulled him closer to me. Just as I was about to kiss him once more, I was interrupted by an Irish accent. “Yo Haz, Lou! Unlock the door! Our hands are full with food!”

“Coming!” I yelled in response. I quickly pressed my lips against Harry and whispered, “put your shirt on, I’ll get the door.” Harry nodded and put his shirt back on as I went to open the door. “Hey, what’s up guys?” Liam said, happily. He was holding two bags full of hot chips from KFC. Wow, I bet you Niall did the orders. I looked behind him and saw Zayn holding two tubs of KFC chicken. And Niall? He had to plastic bags with the word “Nando’s” wrote on them. Well, this is enough to feed Niall, but what about the rest of us?

‘Harry?” Liam asked curiously. “Why is your shirt inside out?”

I turned to Harry and he looked back without hesitation. “Uh, well, Louis and I were…We were…”

“We were having a game of strip poker!” I interrupted. “But Harry gave up after his shirt came off because he didn’t want it to get too far. Like, if he had to give in his pants or something.” Dammit Lou, that wasn’t convincing enough!

The other three boys looked at each other, exchanging looks that I never saw before. “As if Harry would do that. He loves getting naked!” Zayn laughed. Niall and Liam looked at each other. They obviously knew something was up.

“Shut up Zayn,” Niall said. “Come on, let’s eat! Dibs on the chicken!” The boys put the food on the coffee table and sat next to it on the floor. Harry and I sat on the couch that we had just made out on. As we were eating, there was a very discomforting silence. All you could hear was Niall’s occasional burps and the five of us chewing. Zayn and Liam kept looking over at me and Harry. Yep, they suspected something was up…Which it was. Or it was down. Maybe it was right. It seemed right, so I suppose it was right!

After half an hour, we were laying on the floor. I felt so bloated. “Eh, Lou?” Liam said, staring up at the ceiling. I groaned in response. He seemed perfectly fine. Damn, Daddy Direction always was fine. Took care of not only himself, but the rest of us. It was so annoying! “Can I see you outside please?” My heart sunk and a sudden knot in my stomach. What if he wants to speak about me and Harry? What if he knows we weren’t playing strip poker? What if he knows I fancy him? What if he knows Harry fancies me? Well, I doubt Harry fancies me. I bet that tonight, he’ll regret what he did and what he said to me. That’s how Harry is. He says or does stuff that he doesn’t mean. He’s just so indecisive. Hopefully he won’t regret it. I really do love him.

“Louis!” Liam yelled. I snapped out of my thoughts and stood up and followed him outside, before smiling at Harry. He didn’t smile back though. He just turned away with eyes full of weary. Too much food? I think yes. I shut the door behind me and Liam put his hands on my shoulders. “Look, Louis,” he started. “I know you weren’t playing strip poker with Harry. You guys obviously made out. I know everything, Louis. You know that. I can see it through your eyes…I see the way you look at him. You love him. I know you do.”

This was exactly what I didn’t want to hear