It's Love {larry stylinson}

Chapter One .

As I watched him move around the kitchen I bit my lip in frustration. How could someone be so perfect and not know it?

"Louis, hand me the whisk, will you?" Harry spoke, not bothering to look up from his master piece. I broke out of my trance and uncrossed my arms, slowly stalking to the utensil drawer. After nosily rummaging around for the whisk I found it, and I handed it to Harry.

He snatched it from my hands and than used it to violently whisk the mixture in the bowl. "Do you have to be so rough?" I mumbled, backing up into the counter.

"It has to be perfectly mixed..." He whispered, continuing to work on his mixture. His brown curls hung over his face but I could see his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on his work. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked so damn adorable.

I'm Harry's best mate, and I shouldn't be having thoughts like this! I quickly turned my head away from Harry's body and stared in the opposite direction.

These thoughts started a few months ago when he started dating Emilie. It started as slight jealousy, when he began to spend nights at her flat instead of ours. Then he'd began bringing his things over to her flat. I'm sure he has a drawer over there at this point. Every time I saw them hold hands and cuddle and kiss a part of me broke. I missed him-I missed our inside jokes, I missed getting drunk with him. What I missed most was falling asleep with him. Hell, I even missed waking up with his curls splayed over my face and nearly choking me.

I have to stop this. I gripped the countertop until my knuckles turned white. I whirled around and said, "I'm going to go bed," before storming out of the kitchen. I couldn't help but stomp up the stairs, in anger with myself because of my sheer stupidity. I practically ran to my room and slammed the door behind me. I tore of my shoes kicked them to the corner of the room.

It was a huge mess, with my stuff all over the place. I threw my shirt unto the floor, adding unto the mess. After shedding my pants I curled up under my sheets. I pressed the blankets to my face in sadness and fought back tears. Lately I've been being an emotional wreck. I'm surprised Harry hadn't noticed. The other boys sure did.

Liam and Niall just gave me quizzical looks and shrugged off my strange outbursts of anger. But Zayn was the only one to confront me. He pulled me aside yesterday after an interview we'd had. I'd been silent the entire time, only nodding and smiling tightly in response to all the questions.

"What's wrong?" Zayn asked as all the boys ran ahead, laughing and joking around.

"Nothing," I mumbled, staring down at the tiled floor that had become suddenly so interesting.

"Don't lie, Lou. I know something's up. You can tell me." He stopped walking and pulled me back. He looked me directly in the eyes and I suddenly felt bad for keeping him in the dark.

"It's..." Could I really tell him? I wasn't even sure of my feelings, so what good would it do telling Zayn about it? I opened and closed my mouth several times before coming up with something. "It's... a girl..."

A look of relief flooded Zayn's face and I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. "Thank God! I thought it was something serious!" He chuckled and than wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and we began walking again, catching up to the boys. "All you had to do was tell me that you fancied someone! Don't worry mate, I'll help you with the girl." He smiled down at me and I forced myself to smile back.

What is another lie going to do? I thought at the time.

Now I lie in the dark staring at the ceiling. I couldn't fall asleep-not with thoughts of Harry clouding my mind. What did he see in Emilie, anyways? She was pretty, I guess, but in all she was quite daft.

Didn't he miss me too? Didn't he want to stay with me? I squeezed the sheets in my hands and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying sleep would come. Instead loneliness came, wrapping around me like a second skin.

Maybe I should ask Zayn to set me up with a girl. Maybe it could help me shake these feeling that had developed for Harry. Yeah, that's what I needed-- a girl, a nice girl to replace Harry.

I'd been so deep in thought I hadn't noticed the door open, and seen Harry creep in. When I felt weight on the edge of my bed I shot up and reached around blindly for the assailant. I heard a chuckle, and my heart melted. Harry.

"Relax, boobear." He muttered, and I felt my cheeks burn. He hadn't called me that since... well, since he started dating Emilie.

"Oh... hi," I said lightly, and I let myself fall back into my pillow. I felt his weight creep up next to me in bed and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

"Why aren't you at E-Emilie's?" I stuttered, trying to keep my breathing even.

"I don't know. I felt like staying with my Lou-bear tonight," His arm crept around my waist and my body tensed up. "What's wrong Louis?" I felt his face nestle into my neck and butterflies shot into my stomach. "You've been off lately. Is something going on?"

Suddenly I couldn't keep my breathing even and I began to panic. I tore his arm off my waist and I jumped out of bed. I picked up my shirt from the floor and threw it on, doing the same with my pants. Frantically I searched around in the dark for my shoes, any pair of shoes.

"Louis? What's wrong?" His voice sounded urgent, but it didn't stop me. I finally found my shoes and with fumbling hands I slipped them on.

"Nothing, I just... I forgot something at the boy's house." I glanced back at him and I saw his grab a fistful of his hair and sigh.

"Do you really need to get it now?" He sounded a twinge annoyed. I felt anger began to resurface in my chest. Why was he annoyed? He came and went as he pleased, yet when I wanted to leave in the middle of the night it was a problem?

"Actually, yes," I spat. "And also, don't expect me back before morning." Even in the dark I saw his face contort in confusion. I scowled, and pulled open the door than slammed it shut. As I clambered down the stairs I heard Harry stumble around in my room, then I heard the door open.

"Louis, come on mate. What's your deal?" I grabbed my keys off the countertop as I heard him trailing behind me. I quickly walked to the door but somehow he'd gotten there before me. He pressed his hand against the door, trying to keep me from leaving.

His eyes burned into my face and I gritted my teeth. "Move." I growled.

"Not until you tell me what your problem is." I balled my hands into fists and scowled.

"My problem? My problem is you, you twat." I regretted the words as soon as I spoke them. His face fell, and his mouth hung open or a moment before he drew his lips into a straight line.

"Fine," His hand fell from the door and he grasped the doorknob and turned it. The door swung open. "Leave."

For a quick second I thought of saying sorry. Of just closing the door and taking him back to my room and falling asleep with him beside me. Like the old days. But it was too late, I'd already ruined it.

With one last glance at Harry, I walked out the door, regret weighing my heart.



It took me a while to finally knock on the boys door. They all shared a place that they'd recently bought. It was close to the studio, since at the moment we were recording a few songs.

Liam opened the door, his eyelids drooping with sleep.

"Oh. It' you." He mumbled, and then he turned around, dragging his feet. I followed him into the living room where the boys all sat watching the television. I looked down at my watch and back at the boys. "What are you guys doing up?"

"Harry called. Repeatedly." Zayn mumbled, keeping his eyes on the screen.

I sucked in a breath. "What'd he say?"

"He said you'd be coming over; asked us to keep you here for the night."

Anger flashed through me. Just for that I should go back! Just to show him... "Do you think him and Emilie are planning to... you know," Liam said wiggling his eyebrows while leaning against the wall behind him. Niall began to giggle like mad and Zayn chuckled, shaking his head at Liam.

"No!" I snapped, and everyone's head turned to face me. They all gave me the same puzzled look. I laughed it off. "Because that'd be disgusting-he'd probably do it the couch or something just to be an arse." All the boys laughed at my joke, Niall doing so excessively. I let out a silent sigh of relief. I'd escaped that one. But how much longer will I be able to come up with these quick remarks? I needed to pull it together, and soon.

I took a seat next to Niall on the couch and Liam followed, sitting next to me. Some sort of horror film was playing onscreen, but I didn't pay much attention at all.

"He sounded mad," A voice whispered into my ear and I jumped, causing Liam to jump as well. His face had been pressed into my shoulder, and now he looked around in shock. "What? What happen? Did I miss something?"

"You didn't miss anything, Liam. Lou's just being a wussy." Zayn said, looking over at us. I stuck my tongue out at him and he bared his teeth in a smile. I rolled my eyes, and then looked at Niall, the only one who could have spoken just than.

"What'd you say, Niall?" I whispered, careful not to catch the attention of Zayn and Liam.

"I said he sounded mad. Harry, I mean." Niall whispered, his voice weighed with his Irish accent. That'd always been my favorite thing about Niall, his adorable Irish accent. Well that, and is laid back attitude and his white supras.

"Well, yeah."

"Did you guys get into it or something?" He whispered, glancing between me and the telly screen.

"Yeah... But I'm sure he'll get over it by morning." I smiled lightly, trying to keep him from getting alarmed. He smiled back and than brought his eyes back to the screen, leaning his head on my shoulder. I felt my thoughts slipping back to Harry.

He had noticed my shift in attitude. Little did he know it was because of him. Because of his eyes, his curls, and God, that smile-- The way his lips curved into his signature smirk. How I longed for those lips to be mine.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes. I focused on falling asleep, because if I didn't soon I was sure to go mad.

When sleep did finally come, it brought beautiful dreams of Harry Styles.