This Is More Than A Bromance: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 2

Damn it!

Harry is my best mate and we've always had a little "bromance", because we're just that close. Lately though I've been pulling away, and I guess he's been noticing.

Sighing, I followed after Harry. He slammed the door roughly, almost hitting my precious face. Oh no he didn't!

"Rude!" I snapped at him, starting to feel a bit pissed off. I understand that he doesn't like me keeping things from him, but he doesn't have to hurt me!

He just shrugged, looking like he could care less. It makes sense though. I'm not his boyfriend, he shouldn't care if I get hurt or not.

"Whatever! Just drop it!" He snapped back bitterly, sounding just as pissed as I an.

My eyes narrowed and I walked, very calmly, to where he's now laying on his bed. I leaned over him, forgetting all about my little crush for a moment.

"Harry," I whispered into his ear. I could feel him shiver and I grinned wickedly, loving the control I have over him right now.

"Harry, you hurt my feelings! And you could have hurt my pretty little face too." I said glumly, sulking a bit. It might seem babyish, but it works all the time. Trust me, I do it all the time!

"Sorry, Boobear!" He apologized quickly, using the nickname that I usually can't stand, but don't actually mind when he's that one saying it. Aw man, welcome back unwanted feelings.

"You hurt my feelings too, though." He pouted, grabbing my hands to pull me in closer. I landed on his chest, blushing furiously.

Breathe Louis, breathe. Do not react, keep calm.

"I'm sorry," I told him quietly, playing with the hem of his shirt. My hands got closer to his waist, and I felt him shiver in response.

I smirked at his reaction, but didn't say anything, not wanting to make things awkward. He smiled up at me and leaned in to kiss my forehead lightly, holding me even tighter.

My heartbeat got even more out of control, and the worst part of it is, I bet Harry can feel it. Luckily, he kept quiet.

"I love you Boobear..."

I could feel my face get hot, but I wasn't just embarrassed, I was ecstatic! Maybe... maybe we can finally be together.

But before I could even reply, he ruined it.

"You're my best friend..." He finished, grinning up at me.

I felt like crying, but I didn't want him to get suspicious so I just nodded slightly, and hugged him even tighter.

After a moment of blissful silence, I spoke up. I don't want to end this moment, but I'm having difficulty keeping my eyes open.

"We should get some sleep, Haz." I mumbled, not really wanting to leave him, but unable to resist the beautiful temptation of my soft duvet and pillows.

When I tried to get up and head towards my own bed, he stopped me.

"Sleep with me?" He asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

Should I? I want to, but, I probably shouldn't. It's not a good idea.

"Sure!" My idiotic mouth replied anyway. He smiled, showing his pearly whites, and hugged me again. That smile made it all worth it.

"Thanks," He whispered into my ear, already getting sleepy. His eyes were droopy, and his breathing started to slow down a bit.

I just nodded, and kissed his cheek like the " Best Friend" that I am. And always will be...