This chapter is dedicated to two lovely girs: Kaylee, for the amazing cover, and Jana for the great support :D
This is going to be a short chapter, but ill try to update again later tonight.
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Suddenly I was turned to face a groggy Haz. He looked like he was asleep with his eyes open. And he was rather close….
I gulped and my breath became rapid and shaky. “He-hello Haz,” I said, trying to remain calm. My heart was beating like crazy. “Hey Boobear,” he replied. He sounded as if he was talking in his sleep. “You look tired, why don’t you-” I was cut off by a pair a lips crashing into mine. I was so shocked I stumbled back, but Harry refused to part.
Then I gave in. His lips were soft, but not like a girl’s. Before it could get any deeper, the toaster went off, the waffles flying over the countertop. I jumped, and a (somehow) now asleep Hazza fell on me. I struggled to keep both of us from falling.
So he was sleep-walking… I mentally face-palmed. Of course he was, there was no way he felt the same about me. There was no way he would ever love me as I loved him.
I dragged him over to the couch, and plopped him down. After I had returned to the kitchen and set up our “breakfast,” I went back over and woke him up.
His eyes fluttered before opening fully. Harry sniffed, then smiled. “Thanks, Louis.” I smiled and nodded as he stood up and went into the kitchen. He’s so adorable.
Harry’s POV
When Louis woke me up, something about him seemed unsettling. Usually he’d wake me up by jumping on the couch, but instead he just shook me. Something’s wrong.
I winced as the still-hot bacon touched my lips. I pressed a wet napkin to them, and pulled back. There was a little blood on it. That’s odd….
I glanced over at Louis, and he was leaned on the counter, elbows resting on the top, head in hands. He didn’t even notice the gasp that escaped my lips. He was wearing my Jack Wills sweatshirt, and he looked incredible. My breath hitched as he bit down on his own lip in frustration. Something is seriously bothering him. And he’s not telling me.
It must be pretty bad if he’s not telling me, he tells me everything. I’ll let it slide…for now. After all, he made me breakfast at midnight. that’s a good sign.
Now that it has cooled down a little, I took a bite of the greasy bacon, and heaven found its way to my tongue. Hearing the slight crunch, Louis’s head jerked up. “Oh, hi Harry,” he mumbled. Good midnight to you too. I raised an eyebrow as I patted the seat next to me. He obediently followed. Louis looked so amazing. His tousled hair, his glasses, his grey beanie. That’s pure adorable right there. I can see why millions of girls are so crazy over him.
I smiled at him. He returned it weakly as he got his own plate, filling it with a pancake, toast, and eggs. He also grabbed the awaiting glass of milk and sat down.
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Harry and Louis... or Larry Stylinson?
Humor"Larry Stylinson." That's the name that kept flooding Louis's thoughts. Ever since he and Harry had started becoming close, certain feelings settled in. This is the story of two people in love with each other, though they dont know.
