Forbidden Love (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

Louis' POV

I keep humming songs that I'm surprised I'm not a bird. ( You know, cause its Humming Bird? No? Never mind. Carry on ;D )

I was currently laying on Harry , my head was on his stomach and every once in a while I could feel his fingers tugging on the ends of my hair.

"Ringggggg... ringgggg" I huffed a sigh of annoyance and looked at my phone.

'Eleanor' it said with a picture of her.

Agh, my girlfriend.

"What does she want?" I sighed, before sliding my forefinger across my screen to answer.

"When are you going to go home, baby? I missed you so much! " Her whiny voice in my ear.

The management had seen too many 'Larry shippers' so they had to find me a 'girlfriend.'

"Babyyy?" Her voice screeched and I winced.

"Louis! Tell her you got to go!" Harry whispered.

"Sorry, I uh have to go make pancakes! Bye." I pressed End and breathed a sigh of relief. Harry laughed.

"Pancakes? Seriously, Louis?"

"What can I say? I'm not called Fabulouis for nothing ,Harry."

I sassed, cautiously lying back on his chest.

I could feel his fingers in my hair again and sighed. Management had to make a ' player ' image for him but he was anything but. You could trust him with your whole life and he'll never let you down.

When I see Harry, I can see glimpses of the real him, the one that hides beneath that dazzling smile, the homesickness that threatens to pull him over covered by his dimpled smirk.

I currently could hear his steady heartbeat, quickening as I moved closer. Most people would not approve of this obviously but there's nothing wrong. I can't help falling for Harry.

And the funny thing was, my mind was comfortable with the idea of loving Harry.

He made me feel safe, secure, something that I haven't felt for a long time. The boys were like my second family but sometimes they just don't get me. Zayn may be able to see a crack of what I am but I swear Harry can see through anything.

Anything but my heart.

He made me stronger, he kept me going when times get tough.

Feeling like writing, I slipped a small notebook I got and scribbled words out, forming a sentence, verses spilled out and my pen was moving so fast my handwriting was becoming messier.

My hands, your hands

Tied up like two ships drifting

Weightless, waves trying to break it

I'd do anything to save it

Why is it so hard to say it?

Why is it so hard to say what I feel. Is it so wrong that I love someone from the same gender?

Must they even consider 'gay' as a taboo word? A word to be cringed at and spoken in hushed tones?

Sigh.

My heart, your heart

Sit tight like bookends

Pages between us

Written with no end

So many words we're not saying

Does he feel the same? Or does he just consider us as best mates? Sometimes I think he's going to tell me something important but then the moment fades away.

Don't wanna wait till it's gone

I need to say it. I can't. But...

You make me strong