This Is More Than A Bromance: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 3

"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...

I woke up in somebody else's bed. At first I was kind of confused, because I wasn't sure if I had been taken advantage of or anything, but then I realized.

Harry! He asked me to sleep with him last night, and of course, I can't ever deny him anything. I would do anything for my Hazza.

I was trying to get up carefully, because I didn't want to wake him up, when I realized something else.

I had a 'little' problem going on, yknow, downstairs...

"Crap!" I shrieked, glaring at it in hopes of it going down. I just have the shittiest luck, ever.

Harry groaned, and please note that this wasn't helping me, at all. He opened his eyes, looking like he would rather stay in bed for a bit longer. Sure, he decides to wake up now!

"Boobear?" He murmured tiredly, rubbing his eyes. He looked freaking adorable, with his bed head and tired attitude.

I just mumbled something incoherent and got my huge arse out of there, almost tripping on the rug. Oh yeah, smooth.

On my way out of our room, and to our bathroom to do... that stuff... I ran into a sleepy looking Zayn. And his hair wasn't even done yet! What is this?!

"Hiandg'bye!" I said quickly, running past him, not wanting to get caught. The good thing is, I don't think anyone else is up.

I ran into the bathroom, breathing deeply like I had just finished a marathon, and locked the door. I don't need anybody walking in on me.

I took a cold shower, getting rid of my problem, and getting me all nice and clean smelling. I smell like apples now, very manly! I grabbed a clean red towel, and put it around my waist, walking up to my room. I almost tripped up the stairs and lost my towel, but managed to catch myself just in time.

I had forgotten to grab clothes before all that, so I hope that Harry is either in a deep slumber, or stuffing his face downstairs!

I opened the door to our room quietly, praying that it would be empty. No such luck. Shocker.

"H-Harry! Morning lad!" I squeaked, my face turning beet red. This isn't awkward at all, nope.

His eyes were a bit wide, and he shook his head, as if to get rid of some creepy thoughts. Or maybe that's just my wishful thinking...

After that though, he just smiled hugely. Acting like me standing half naked in front of him doesn't at all effect him.

"You left me this morning! That was mean!" He whined, sticking his tongue out at me. I want to bite it... but he'd probably feel awkward if I did.

It's not like he's gay, and he doesn't know that I'm whatever sexuality I am, so it shouldn't be a big deal. With these thoughts in mind, I sat on his bed and put my around him.

"Sorry!" I said, laughing. "But I had to get ready! We have loads to do today! You're not even dressed yet!" I scolded, smiling widely and winking at him like the cheeky chappy I am.

He just rolled his eyes and shoved me a bit, grinning evilly. Uh oh, I know that look! That's my signature look!

"Oh no you don't! ATTACK!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, forgetting that I was naked underneath that towel, and I jumped on him, tickling him.

"LOUIS! St-stop!" Harry shouted, laughing like a mad man. My mad man. I put my arms on either side of him and put my face really close to his.

"Apologize then!" I whispered, feeling his breath on my lips.

He rolled his eyes and sat up a bit. We sat there for a few seconds, and I was just about to tickle him again, when he yelled "NEVER!!" and pushed me off the bed.

"OOF!" I fell on my butt, and to make matters worse, my towel fell off. Harry just stood there, in shock, with his mouth open and his eyes wide.

"Err...." I mumbled, blushing like an idiot, and quickly grabbed my towel and shoved it back on.

"No biggie!" Harry chirped nervously, and walked out. Did my junk really freak him out that much?

"Okay..." I mumbled to myself, confused. It's not like we haven't all seen each other naked before!

After I got dressed I walked downstairs and went into our huge kitchen. I'm a hungry man! Not as hungry as Niall, but close!

All the lads were sitting at the table, eating breakfast. I looked up to see Harry staring at me, blushing. I looked at him curiously but he looked away immediately.

Okay then.

"So lads, whats up for today?" Zayn asked, his mouth full of waffle. Ew.

I walked over to him and put my arms on his shoulders, squeezing slightly.

"Firstly, don't talk with your mouth full, PIGGIE! And secondly, I think we're doing a radio interview. It should be fun!" I whispered in his ear, smiling.

"Oh, okay!" Zayn said happily, his mouth still full. I narrowed my eyes and shoved him playfully.

"Hey Lou, gotcha breakfast!" Harry said suddenly, grinning at me cheekily.

I smiled and left Zayn, walking over to where Harry was sitting. I sat down beside him, putting my arm around his shoulders.

"Thanks Hazza!" I said gratefully, stuffing my face full of food.

"Anytime, Boo," He said, kissing my cheek and glaring over at Zayn, who was watching us curiously.

I guess it's because our relationship is a bit different than the other lads'. We're just closer than most. It doesn't actually mean anything, no matter how much I want it to.