I Won't Run- A Larry Stylinson Fanfic (boyxboy)

Okaay soo this is my first fanfic and my first time to post anything on wattpad so its probably crap but oh well :) I love one direction and I think larry is just about the cutest thing ever. So here's the first chapter which is probably really short but meh. R+R please <3

I glance furtively around the room. I creep over to the bed, count to five, and then pull back the covers. My head drops. Nothing. "WHERE??" I groan at the ceiling. A muffled giggle comes from the other side of the bed. My eyes widen as I drop my head down the side of the bed to see a pair of the most familiar green eyes staring at me.

"Harold Edward Styles", I say while trying to stop my mouth spreading into a grin that matches his, "what are you doing in my bedroom at this time of night?" "Well I don't know Louis, what are you doing up?" He says, obviously trying to hold back his giggle. "I was looking for my other..." I say as I look down to his feet. "You took it!" Haz finally laughs outright and runs over to the other side of the room.

"I am soo unfit..." I groan as I collapse onto my bed. Even after the last fifteen minutes of running around my room escaping from me, Harry has barely worked up a sweat. A question comes to my mind. "Why do you want my bed sock so badly, anyway?" I ask, frowning in Hazza's direction. He blushes a little. Blushing? Harry never blushes. I can't see why he would blush around me anyway, we're about as close as two friends can be, we know everything about each other.

 I snap out of my daydream to catch Harry say "..... smells like you" I frown a little. "What?" "It smells like you, okay?" I smile a little. Haz can be so odd sometimes. "Harry, it smells like my feet. If you want to smell me so badly, you can stay here tonight." "Really?" He perks up immediately. But then he frowns. "I don't have my pyjamas..". I roll my eyes. Every. Single. Time. "Harry", I say slowly, "You don't wear pyjamas". His eyes light up. "I remember now", he says in a flirty voice. "You always seem to" I say back with my eyebrows raised. He lay back onto the bed with me.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of my insistent alarm. I reached across Harry's bare torso to press the snooze button. He really did have the face of an angel. And those curls... I absentmindedly twisted one around my finger. I could see why there were so many girls in the world obsessing over him. He was something special. Even though he is annoying sometimes, like when he steals my special ugg boots. It's not like he even likes wearing clothes that much anyway, and when he does the clothes in question don't usually have pink and white stripes. Smells like you... As if. Silly boy just wanted to piss me off. I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"Why the frown, boobear?" My head snapped up. "Just thinking about you taking my precious", I said, doing my best gollum impersonation. Hazza snorted. "Which one of the preciouses? Carrots, your socks, one of the special stripy t-shirts?" I shot Haz a glare. "Stripes are special, and you know it". Harry smiled one of his smiles. "Sure they are, boo". I gazed up at my best friend's face. "Yes they are. And you missed one of my precious things". Harry creased his forehead slightly. "What did I miss?" I smiled and said, " You missed you, Haz." He smiled and looked into my eyes. "I love you, Boo". "I love you too, Haz,” I said as I leant back into the sheets.

Two hours later, I woke up to pummeling fists on my stomach. "Just get up Tomlinson" Harry moaned "I'm so booored". I groaned. "Isn't there anything better things for you to do than wake me up early on a Sunday?" "No" Harry said like it was the most obvious thing ever. "Fine" I said "But I might call El first". Harry blanched. "Why do you want to talk to her when I'm here? Aren't I much more interesting?" "Sure you are, Harry,” I said, laughing at his jealousy, "But you can't have all the attention".

Once I was showered and dressed, I grabbed my phone out of yesterday’s jeans. What I saw made me sick to the stomach. 30 missed calls?!?! What could have possibly happened that merited 30 missed calls from Simon, Niall, Zayn, Liam, management, El, even Harry's mum. Harry's mum? I yelled out to Harry down the hall. "Haz, have you checked your phone?" "No", he replied as he hurtled up the stairs and ran into his room. I heard him search thorough a few things, and then heard the distinct clatter of a phone on the floor.

"Loueee, what could I have possibly done that was so bad that it needs 48 missed calls???" Harry says in a highly-strung tone. "I'm sure it's okay, we just need to stay calm,” I say, trying to convince myself as much as him. "Who do you think we should call first?" He asks me. Since when did I make decisions? I'm meant to be the child. What is happening to the world? "Ummm... Maybe we should call Simon?" The look of fear in his eyes was an articulate enough answer. “Maybe not" I say, shooting a concerned glance Harry's way. "How about Zayn?" Harry asks, gazing at me with his big green eyes. "Zayn will be nice to me". "Okay, Zayn it is then", I decide as I dial his number into my phone.