Hatred + Sex = Love (AU/Larry Stylinson)

Dance With Me

Chapter 9: Dance With Me

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Harry froze in the middle of the hall when he heard the words come out from Louis’ mouth. He said he would love him, and that made the butterflies inside Harry’s stomach go crazy. He let his head hang down and he hid the slight smile that fought its way onto Harry’s face. He couldn’t stop himself from being happy. It was too hard. And Harry was getting sick and tired of fighting. It took him a few more moments before he looked up over his shoulder and let his eyes get locked with Louis’.

Louis just stood there watching, waiting for an answer. The people in the hall began shuffling around again, making their way to their classes. After a minute or two it was just the two of them in the hall. Liam ended up dragging a very resistant Niall out of the hall mumbling something along the lines of “give them some space.”

Harry continued to get lost in those blue eyes trying to sort out everything that was spinning around in his mind. Harry wanted to just give up all the fighting. It was draining him. But somewhere inside of him he still thought it was very wrong. The more he looked into Louis’ eyes the more he just wanted to drop everything and kiss him on the mouth. He wanted to try and be happy for once in his life. So that’s exactly what he said.

“I’ll try.” He managed to choke out loud enough for Louis to hear.

Louis couldn’t believe his ears. He heard those two words and his train of thought completely stopped. He jumped up and ran over to harry and slamming into him. He gripped Harry's shoulders tightly and blubbered into his chest. Harry stiffened at the contact but it only took a few moments for him to relax. He didn’t make a move to touch Louis, it was probably too early for that, but he let Louis cry noisily into his chest. Soon Louis pulled back and wiped at his eyes as he chuckled nervously. He stepped back away from Harry and extended his hand.

“Hello there, I’m Louis Tomlinson.” Louis chirped, his voice raspy from the tears stuck in his throat.

“Um, I’m Harry Styles.” Harry said in confusion as he extended his hand to shake Louis'.

“Well Harry Styles, I think you are the most gorgeous person I have ever met.” Now they were just holding hands rather than shaking. “Go out to lunch with me.’’

Well wasn’t he forward. The blood rushed up to Harry's cheeks. It took a moment for him to compose himself but soon he shook out his curls and smiled slightly at Louis.

“Oh, um, well, can the other lads join us?” Harry looked down at the ground and let go of Louis' hand forcefully.

Louis didn’t let this phase him. He stepped back another step and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. He cleared his throat and smiled brightly at Harry. Maybe it was a little to be going out alone.

“Of course, that would be fun. We can ask the rest of the lads if you want.”

“I would like that.” Harry nodded shyly while messing with his curls again.

“I can't wait to see you on Saturday then." Louis smiled up at Harry happily.

Harry smiled and couldn’t help himself from nodding eagerly. He turned around and began walking towards the end of the hall. He was practically walking backwards because he kept looking back at Louis who was still standing where he left him. He was about to turn the corner and disappear out of sight when he quickly lifted up his hand and waved quickly before turning right and sprinting away.

Louis never got the chance to wave back but the smile wouldn’t leave his face for the rest of the day. Maybe just maybe things were going to be okay.