More Than This *Larry Stylinson* Boyxboy

ATTENTION! This story includes GAY love between two BOYS. If you do not believe in this, or are going to be negative, please do not continue reading. This is the only time I'm going to post a warning on this, so here you have it. BE WARNED. K, thanks bye,

                I hung up the phone, still smiling over my conversation with Simon. He had been extremely pleased with the boys and my performance last night. Of course, he always had “constructive criticism” but then again, check my twitter, who didn’t have something negative to say? A giant clatter suddenly came from the kitchen, and I jumped up, previously having been sprawled across the couch.

                “Haz? You okay in there?” I called out cautiously. I liked to stay out of the kitchen, as it wasn’t really my turf. Harry, on the other hand, knew his way around the kitchen like that guy on Cake Boss. I’m not even kidding. It was definitely a perk of living together. A groan was his reply.

                I rolled my eyes and made my way over to the kitchen. Harry was such a klutz. What did he do this time? I leaned against the doorframe and surveyed the damage. One word described it. Flour.

                Flour. It caked the walls, the floor, the counters. The curly haired boy squirming on the floor. I cocked an eyebrow and waited for his explanation as he smiled weakly. “What’s up, Boo bear?” He asked, nonchalantly, as he shook excess flour off of his shirt. Thank god it was just a T-shirt, who knows how we would have gotten the stains out. Neither of us enjoyed laundry.

                I shook my head. “Gosh, Harry, what were you doing?” He laughed.

                “Trying to make Niall a cake, of course. He’s in his flat just rolling on the floor. It’s pathetic. I offered to teach him how to cook, but no. He has absolutely no interest in learning the trade, just eating the products.” Harry grumbled and I took the moment to take in his disheveled appearance. I watched his face change expressions and had an internal debate on whether he would notice if I snapped a few pictures for our followers on twitter. I could already see the caption in my mind’s eye: ‘Fun in the kitchen #HotMessesAreBetter’.

                I blinked. When did Harry get off the floor? “Well, you could have just shared my carrots, Haz. They’re here for everyone!”

                Harry snorted. “Sure, and who hid all my underwear last time I finished off the bag?”

                I blushed. “Shut up! There is a huge difference between sharing a couple carrots between friends, which is a bonding process, and leaving no carrots left in the entire house, which is just a blasphemy.”

                Harry cupped my face with his flour smeared hands, and pinched my cheeks, leaving traces of white powder. “I am very, very sorry, Boo. Please forgive me?”

                My mind went blank for a second. Harry was standing extremely close to me, the tips of our noses almost touching. It was a bit uncomfortable, but his eyes looked really…Blue. If either of us moved in the slightest, we’d be kissing. It was a bit of an awkward thought, seeing how although we played up our ‘bromance’, neither of us actually played for the other team.