Harry and Louis... or Larry Stylinson?

Hey, second story here. I ship Larry! I enjoy comments& votes!! Well, here you go:

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It’s crazy. I couldn’t tell him. There’s just no way. He won’t take it well. I know him too well to know that. Ha, the public would love this type of story. Too bad I’m not giving them the satisfactory. They’ve been on us for months. “Louis, Louis are you okay?” I heard Liam say. My eyes flew open, but closed again due to too much sunlight. “Where are we?” I asked. Liam smirked. “At the park. You fell asleep reading…again.”

I sighed and sat up, stretching. My glasses were laying beside me, so I retrieved them and put them on. “Guys, he’s awake!” I heard Liam call. I guess the whole gang was here. Even Harry…. I stood, wiping my sweaty hands on my rolled up trousers. Why do I get so nervous when I just hear his name?

“Pass it here!” Zayn yelled as Niall kicked the football. Niall kicked it too far and it landed in the pond. While he was laughing, and since I was the closest, I went to retrieve it. It was fairly close to the bridge, so it couldn’t be that difficult.

I was now on the bridge, and I was kneeling. I leaned over to get the ball, then felt a foot on my back. Next thing I knew, I was wading in the pond. Harry stood on the bridge laughing so hard, no sound came out I stared in mock-shock and tried hard not to smile.

I failed. I started laughing almost as hard as Harry. He looked at me and flashed his signature half smile and jumped in with me, landing fairly close. I stopped laughing as my breath caught and my heart quickened.

He resurfaced and grabbed me from behind, pulling me under again. My smile returned and I laughed away the last of my breath. I tried swimming to the surface, but Harry was still hanging on to my arm, so I was basically swimming in circles. I finally managed a quick but delicious breath of air as I went under again and looked Harry in the eyes. His beautiful eyes.

I felt as if I was breathing, not even realizing I was out of oxygen. Harry seemed to be smirking, looking me in the eye as well. I couldn’t stand it. I had to breathe. I swam up and took in a lungful of lovely, breathable air. Harry soon followed suit.

Harry looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and swam around, and looked for the boys. Looks like they had gotten the ball and continued playing. I shrugged, and splashed Harry when he least expected it. Laughing as his body went rigid, I tried to find cover.

Right when Harry turned, I dove under the bridge, praying he didn’t see me. Boy, was I wrong.

Even though I couldn’t see, I knew Harry was right in front of me. I felt him tug on my arm, pulling me up so we were both above the water level. We were still under the bridge. We were really close, too.