You & I (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 15

If you haven't already gotten the memo, chapter 14 was put on private and I can't take it off. If you want to read it you have to follow me then go onto a computer and do so. This chapter might make a little more sense if you do that too. You can unfollow me after you read it if you'd like, I won't get too upset lmao.

Louis' P.O.V.

"Last round." I said to Harry, out of breath from laughing so much. We had been playing in this damn laser tag arena for two hours and hadn't stopped for a break once. 

"Fine. I'm going to kick your ass. Again." I snorted and took off running down the course. Harry had beat me two out of six games and was not going to let it go. 

I weaved through the different obstacles, dodging other people along the way. Harry and I were playing one-on-one but there were still other people roaming around as well. No one had recognized us yet and we were more than thankful for that. I had a feeling that this was sort of the calm-before-the-storm type thing, but I wasn't going to dwell on it too much. 

I crouched beneath a staircase, a shadow keeping me hidden. I figured the best strategy at this point was to make Harry come to me. After a few minutes, I noticed a familiar pair of brown boots making their way toward me. Harry's eyes were set in front of him so I was definitely in the clear. With one tap of my finger, I had won the game. Harry looked down at the vest covering his chest, confused. "I win." I said, startling him. 

"Hey... You're a cheater." Harry pouted, towering over my crouched body. 

"No, I just have better game plans than you." I fought back. He stooped down so our eyes were level and a sly grin spread across his face. 

"Do you now?" He asked. 

"Where are you going with this..." I asked cautiously. I knew he was up to something and the idea both thrilled and terrified me. 

"What's the penalty for the loser?" He was slowly inching closer to my face and I was panicking over the fact that someone could see us. "If it's the same as when we play extreme hide and seek, I will gladly take this loss." He closed the gap between us, his lips molding against mine. He was kneeling in front of me, his hands on either side of my thighs. I knew this was not supposed to be happening in public, but I was too intoxicated by Harry to care. I heard footsteps coming near us and I pushed him away and stood up. Thank god we broke apart because the footsteps belonged to a couple teenage girls who clearly recognized me. 

"Oh my god." One of them said lowly. Harry stayed put, trying to go unnoticed. I stepped in front of him and luckily, the way the course was laid out, the shadows really did hide him well. 

The girls came up to me and giddily asked for a picture or two. "Who are you here with?" One of the girls asked. I almost said Harry from instinct, but felt his boot collide with the back of my foot as a warning. 

"Uh, Eleanor." I lied. 

"Where is she?" The third girl asked. I felt my palms start to sweat as they eyed me suspiciously. They knew Harry was behind me, they had to. He was shoved under the stairs but they had to have seen him. 

"Not sure, really. That's the thrill of the game, right?" I gave them a nervous smile and they nodded. 

"Yeah, I guess. We need to run because we don't want to lose this round. Tell Harry he's horrible at hiding." My stomach dropped as the girls walked away and I knew we'd been caught. 

"Fuck." Harry said, crawling out form under the stairs. "I think we've been caught." He brushed off his legs and I scoffed. 

"We're screwed. So utterly and miserably screwed."