Authors note!
Alrighty guys! So this is my first story EVER posted on Wattpad and fortunately, it's about Larry Stylinson. Now keep in mind that this was written really quickly and probably has a few mistake's as far as spelling and grammar. Ok? Thank you for reading and don't forget to comment! :D
Chapter One: How could this happen
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My eyes slowly moved from the audience and over to my best bed, Louis. It was brief, but our eyes met, and I couldn't help but childishly grin at him. Even though we were in the middle of a song, he returned the smile, gripping his microphone with his normal cocky attitude. Zayn slowly let his voice draw out, signaling that my part of the song was coming up. Nervousness seeped through my as I swallowed the tight lump in my throat. My eyes flickered to the never ending crowd of cheering fan girls, but once more found their way to the face of Louis. For a moment, worry crossed his expression, and I weakly smiled to reassure him I was fine. Zayn had now finished and before I could respond to Louis's curt nod, I was taking a breath and singing. Without realization my body began swaying to the beat coming from the speakers surrounding the stage.
"When he lays you down, I might just die inside..."
I began, closing my eyes trying to get into the mood of sadness and sorrow. The cheering increased, making me smile against the cold metal of my microphone.
"It just don't feel right, cause I can love you more than this."
I sung. When the boys finally joined in, I felt much more relaxed, our voices matching each other perfectly. The crowd was going absolutely wild, their screaming reaching unbelievable pitches. My eyes opened, taking in the glory of their love. I turned my attention towards the boys, only to find myself standing alone, the stage dark, but the music continuing to play. Panic struck, I attempted to quit singing, but to my dismay my mouth kept spilling the lyrics. My hands began trembling, but were immediately calmed by a voice calling my name from my left. "Harry!" Louis shouted stepping out onto the stage, his shirt missing from his outfit and his ruffled into a bloody mess. I wanted to reply, but instead I kept singing, only be allowed to watch his face melt with a sheepish expression at the meaning of the lyrics.
My cheeks flushed a bright pink and my eyes avoided his bare upper body. What was happening? Why couldn't I stop singing? Where had Niall, Liam, and Zayn ran off to? And most importantly why was Louis shirtless?! I shook my head furiously, meaning no as Louis crept closer looking dazed, his eyes sparkling with adoration. Louis clearly wasn't being himself! This whole thing was wrong!
"When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight, It just won't feel right...cause I can love you more than this."
I continued, my voice echoing around the arena. The cheering was now silent, leaving my words to seem all that more important. By now Louis was within touching distance. His eyes were intensely staring down into mine, his cheeks a light shade of pink. Why was he acting so bloody strange?! He looked like one of my fan girls! Suddenly everything changed and I found myself cuddled into the corner of a sofa, warm, relaxed, and most of all happy. My lips twitched upwards into a blissful smirk. I sighed, snuggling even deeper into the warmth, my eyes fluttering open.
At first everything seemed back to normal. I had stopped singing, the crowds of girls had disappeared, and lastly, I was laying in the arms of Louis, his hands running through my curls calmly and soothingly. Another sigh escaped my mouth and I felt myself relaxing into the touch of Louis fingers. My eyes were drifting closed, sleep still daring to overtake me, but before they shut, the image clicked in my mind and I shot up straight from Louis's lap. Louis stared at me with confusion his hand in the air where my head had just been. I eyed him with panic and embarrassment. "What the hell Lou!" I stammered out, my cheeks a bright pink. Why had I been sleeping in my best friends arms?! Louis didn't seem bothered and instead raised his eyebrow with question. "What's wrong Hazza?'' Louis asked me, reaching for my face. I meant to pull away, but before I could move, Louis's thumb traced my jaw line, his eyes glued to me with an odd glare.
My face burst into flames as Louis's touch lingered by my lips. Immediately I smacked his hand away with confusion. The look on Louis's face automatically made me feel guilty for my harsh actions. Then again, the boy was becoming oddly romantic with me, obviously not bantering around like we would usually do. "Hazzabear!" Louis whined, his bottom lip quivering. Since when did he add the 'bear' into the nickname? "Why were you cuddling me?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously. Louis stopped his potuing and once more stared at me with both hurt and complete confusion. "That's what we always do..."Louis replied, raising both his eyebrows and looking me up and down. My eyes widened but quickly adverted themselves to the floor. What?! Is this some cheeky joke the boys decided to play on me?
"Lou I-" But before I could reply, his lips suddenly crashed into mine. I gasped out of surprise, my hands flying up to Louis's chest, pressing against him. THE HELL?! My thoughts were going rigid as I unsuccessfully attempted to break the kiss. Louis must of thought I was doing something other than pushing him away for he pressed his upper body against mine, his tongue gently wetting my lower lip asking for entrance. "Please Lou!" I whispered as he hovered over my lips, breathing heavily. My head turned to the side, my cheeks lit on fire. "I love you Haz. No matter how many people dislike our relationship. I'm proud to call you my boyfriend." Louis breathed out. My bottom jaw fell open and for a split second I was almost sure he hadn't said- but judging by his face he must have. BOYFRIEND?!
A loud knocking on the door woke me up, making me scream and fling myself out of bed. "Harry! Get you bloody arse up before I march in there!" Shouted a very annoyed Liam. It was always such a drag when Liam was in his 'Daddy Directioner' mood. What climbed into his pants and died? I groaned picking up a random pillow from my bed and throwing it at the door. "Go away!" I groaned, using my dresser to stand up from the floor. "Oh come on Harry! I'll make you pancakes?'' Niall called, obviously in a cheerful mood. It must be an Irish thing. "Alright! Alright! I'm coming!" I snapped. I heard Niall chuckle before his footsteps echoed through the hall. Before I could fall back asleep, I sretched my body out. A soft yawn escaped my lips and I automatically knew that I'd be taking a nap today.
Trying to be dramatic, I flung the door open, allowing it to slam against the wall. "Shit me Harry! You look like a birds nest!" cried the only person I had been dieing not to see. My cheeks grew hot with the memory of my dream last night, and I quickly made my way to the bathroom, only forcing a fake chuckle towards Louis. Could that actually happen? Louis and I becoming...No....it couldn't. How could it? Sure we always pretended to be lovers, but it never got serious. It was always a big joke between the fans and the band. Right?
THE END! Soooooooo how was it? Did you like it? I know its kinda long, sorry! D;
