This Is More Than A Bromance: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 21 (1/2)

[Louis]

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, sighing again as I thought about how messed up everything seemed to be. Once again. And who is to blame? Me. Once again. I have this horrid habit of kissing Harry and then getting all quiet and awkward. Yay.

I heard Zayn sigh as well, looking at Harry irritated. "You need to grow up Harry!" he said angrily, glaring at the curly headed lad.

"ME?! BLOODY ME?! How about Louis?!" he yelled, making me flinch. His eyes widened as he realized what he had just said, and blushed furiously, staring out the window again.

I can't believe he just said that! Prick. "Me?! What the hell are you talking about Harry? Hello? Oh fu-k you!" I spat out angrily, glaring over at him,

though he was still being an overgrown baby and ignoring me.

If he wants to act like a jerk, then fine. I don't really care anymore.

[Harry]

Everybody was ignoring me. Even Louis. I guess I deserved it.... But, I thought....

'You thought what Harry? That Lou would still want to talk to you after you were such a douche? No way!'

Wow. Even my own thoughts hated me...

The rest of the car ride was awkward and tense. One wrong thing said could lead to even more drama. I guess that's why everyone was silent.

Even Niall and Liam! Usually, even in the most serious of times, Niall would act stupid to try and make Liam smile, and it would always work. I wonder what's up.

"Okay lads. Let's go, and try not to argue..." Zayn said sleepily, getting out of the car first. We all followed him quietly.

Tonight is gonna be a long night...

[Louis]

He still isn't talking. WHY ISN'T HE TALKING?!?

"Keep your cool Lou. Keep your cool," I mumbled to myself, snuggling closer into my duvet. It would've been nicer with... "Don't even think his name!" I warned myself.

Yeah, I am so losing it.

"Um." Harry said awkwardly from his side of the room, clearing his throat.

I waited for him to say more... And, like, apologize, maybe? But I guess not. I sighed. "'Um' what, Harry?" I asked, yawning. I'm getting sleepy...

He sighed as well, and I could hear him shift in the bed, so that we were both looking at each other. So close. But so far away! Hehe.

"I'm sorry Boobear," he apologized simply. Even in the dark, I could tell he was nervous.

I wasn't going to forgive him so easily though. Oh no! That's not the way I roll. (Sweet you rock, and sweet you roll.)

"What? Lou, are you sick?" he asked worriedly, getting up and leaning by my side near the bed.

I was too busy trying not to stare at his bare chest, or into his eyes, or even down below because I knew he only had on boxers, that I guess I didn't realize he had asked me a question.

"Are. you. sick?" he asked again slowly, like I was slow or something.

I shook my head, confused. "No... why?" I asked.

He smirked. "'Sweet you rock, and sweet you roll'?" he asked, amused.

Hey! "I was just singing that in my - Oh. Hehe." Now I get it!!

Harry rolled his eyes and then... GOT IN BED BESIDE ME!!

"Errrrr. Whatareyoudoing, pleasedonthurtme!" I said quickly, trying catching my breath at the end.

He shoved me playfully but didn't answer. Instead, he wrapped his long warm arms around my waist, and kissed my cheek, making me shiver in anticipation. Not that anything was going to happen... But still. Tell that to my body! Pfft. Stupid hormones.

"Hey... Lou," Harry said, sounding drunk. I smirked, he was about to fall asleep, and whenever he's about to, he blurts out what's been on his mind, unless he falls asleep first.

"Yeah, Haz?" I asked softly, bringing him even closer to me. It hasn't even been a full day, but I missed this intimate closeness.

He shivered before continuing. "I love youuuuu, baby boo," he giggled, and then instantly fell asleep, snoring gently.

Oh.

Well.

Okie dokie.

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Notes: I know that the boys don't all live together - Louis and Harry live in their own little flat (or something?) while the other lads all have their own, and they're all in the same complex.

But, hey, this is fiction!

So, to be clear: I have all of them living in the same house. Louis and Harry share a room, while the others sleep alone.