It's Love {larry stylinson}

Chapter Two .

I woke up in the most uncomfortable position ever. My head had been back against the couch, and it hurt to move. Slowly moving it, I looked around and groaned. Sun poured through the windows, nearly blinding me. Pushing my hand through my fluffy hair I looked down into my lap and saw that Zayn had his head pressed into my thighs. I felt someone's head in my shoulder. In the corner of my eyes I saw Liam on my shoulder, his mouth slightly open. They were both knocked out, although Niall was nowhere in sight.

With as much delicacy as possible, I removed them from my body, Liam somehow ending up with his foot in Zayn's mouth. I covered my mouth to keep from laughing too hard at the sight. I tiptoed on the wooden floor, searching for Niall. The closer I got to the kitchen, the more the air began to smell of food.

I was positive Niall was in the kitchen, whipping something up. I followed the scent to the kitchen, and I smiled when I caught sight of Niall. He sat at the kitchen table literally stuffing his mouth with food. I watched him a while, before clearing my throat. He looked up, alert, and smiled when he saw me.

"Hey!" He said, mouth full, waving at me with a fork in hand. I rolled my eyes at his improper behavior. I pulled a chair to the table and propped my head on my hand.

"How did you sleep, Leprechaun?" His eyes bugged and he swallowed, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He hated my playfull nickname.

"Fine," He narrowed his eyes and I smiled brightly. I loved bothering him.

"What time is it anyways?" I muttered, looking around till I spotted a clock on the wall. I nearly choked when I read 12:30 on the clock.

"Maybe you should get going." Niall suggested and I nodded. I got up from the chair and walked to the fridge, quickly grabbing a water bottle. I ruffled Niall's hair before walking out of the kitchen. I heard him call out a bye and I smiled.

I tiptoed through the living room, and I shut the front door quietly. After I exited, I patted my pockets for my keys. Crap, I thought.

I contemplated going back inside, but I decided against it. I'd just knock on the door. Than when Harry answered I'd attack him with apologies.

You're brilliant, Louis. I thought to myself as I began walking to my flat.

I was so excited to get back to see Harry's smiling face that I made it there in record times. I knocked on the door with confidence; sure that he'd accept my apology. I was already making plans for our afternoon together. Maybe now things can get back to normal, maybe now we'd be best-

The door swinging open interrupted my thoughts. I expected to see a pair of bright green peepers looking at me, but instead I was greeted by big brown bambi eyes. My heart began to ache as realization clicked in. It wasn't Harry who'd answered the door-it was Emilie.

I felt sick to my stomach as I looked her up and down. She was wearing a Ramones shirt, Harry's I would assume, and a pair of sweat pants. They looked quite familiar... That's because they were mine! I gritted my teeth in anger. Her long blond hair was ruffled around and her makeup looked old, as though it were from last night. It probably was.

Emilie's face broke into a smile and she giggled. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. How much of a ditz could she be?

"Oh! Hey, Louis!" She giggled again. Oh God. "I thought you were Harry back from the store. He went to get milk or something."

"Uh-huh." I mumbled, pushing past her into the flat. It smelled so sweet I nearly gagged. Emilie carried that scent with her everywhere. I swear, every time she came over I had to light candles everywhere. "I assume you spent the night?" I questioned, surveying the flat. They hadn't made a mess, thank God. I they had I truly would have flipped. I'm the only one who can make a mess in this flat.

I took a seat on the couch, and to my dismay Emilie plopped down next to me. "Yeah! Harry rang me late last night an asked me if I wanted to have some fun." She chirped and I crossed my arms. I suddenly didn't want to know, but that surely didn't stop her. "We watched a few movies and than we went up to his room." I didn't say a word. While I was at the boys place, feeling all guilty, Harry was here, sleeping with Ms. Bimbo. Unbelievable.

After a while of her moving around next to me uncomfortably in the silence, she finally spoke. "I have to use the restroom. If you'll excuse me," She said lightly. I gestured with my hands for her to shoo and she flittered off the bathroom.

After a while I heard the front door open and I straightened up on the couch. I patted my hair down, delicately styling it into a less-messy fluff ball. I than tugged my wrinkled shirt into place. No matter how upset I was with Harry, I still had to look good. Folding my hands in my lap, I smiled at my reflection in the television screen. I looked pretty good for someone who'd slept on a couch with two boys on top of him.

"I'm back, Love," Harry called out, and for a second I thought he was talking to me. I than of course remembered that Emilie was in the house and I scowled. I heard keys jingling as his footsteps got closer.

"Haz!" I heard Emilie call out and I nearly popped a blood vessel. That was my nickname for him! I clenched my hands together tightly, my nails digging into my skin hard enough to draw blood. "Give me a moment Hun, I'm fixing myself up."

I heard Harry make a noise of approval and I turned around and saw him through the doorway, walking into the kitchen. I then heard bags rustle. I smiled as I thought of Harry grocery shopping in his pajamas.

I got off the couch, tiptoeing to the kitchen entryway. I watched him for a while-out of habit I guess-and played careful attention to his movements. He walked with a certain confidence that I admired greatly. His curls were crazily tousled, and I'd like to think that it was because of the wind, and not because of his bed activities with a certain blonde bubble-head. He was wearing a flannel sweater with loose fitting pajama pants, moving around the kitchen putting away the groceries.

"Hey, Harry," I said finally, and Harry jumped than turned around, startled.

"Damn, Louis! You scared me!" He put his hand over his heart and smiled nervously.

"Oh, ehm... Sorry," I smiled lightly and reached up to scratch my head anxiously. We both just looked at each other, not saying anything. Harry took a step towards me, than another, until he was so close I could nearly feel the heat coming from his body. My heart was doing leaps in my chest as Harry pressed his body against mine.

My fingers gripped the wall tightly and I tried hard to keep my breathing light and slow. "Haz... What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice wavering. I felt his hands on my waist and I immediately tensed up.

"Louis..." I heard his voice in ear and I nearly groaned at the feel of his breath on my neck. "I'm sorry." I felt his arms wrap around my waist and he squeezed the life out of me. I grinned and pressed my face into the crook of his neck. I relished in his fresh scent, I reached up and grabbed a handful of his curls. We stayed like this for what seemed like forever.

I hoped he couldn't feel my heartbeat, which was beating like a drum at this point. This close, intimate contact was driving me insane. It may sound strange, but I felt we could be closer. I wanted to be so close that our bodies were melded together. I wanted to be one with Harry.

When I thought about it, would it really be so bad if Harry knew how much he excited me?

We pulled apart after an eternity, but he didn't move away. He kept his body pressed against mine and he rested his forehead against mine. I felt my breathing hitch-our faces were so close, his lips nearly hovering over mine. If he just moved a little closer...

"Harry... You shouldn't be sorry... I'm sorry..." I spoke, looking directly into his eyes. Suddenly I felt his hand creep up to my cheek and he caressed it in a loving way. A shiver went through my spine and I'm sure I was trembling under his touch. If Emilie walked in it would almost look as though...

"It's okay," He smiled, his thumb tickling my cheek. I'm sure that I was red as a tomato, but Harry didn't seem to notice. It was almost as though he was lost in my eyes, and I would certainly hope so. "I can be a twat sometimes."

I snorted. "Sometimes?" I joked, and Harry chuckled. But his face quickly went back to its serious stance.

"But, honestly Louis. You can tell me anything. I will always be here for you. I know I haven't lately but I promise you that will change."

Seriously-this can honestly be hailed as the best day of my life. Not only was Harry Styles pretty much on top of me, but he was admitting that he'd been abandoning me lately. My heart swelled with joy and I knew I was beaming with my huge grin.

"Harry?" I heard Emilie call, and I felt like throwing my shoe at her face. But Harry didn't budge. He stood there, staring dead at me.

And then, to my pleasant surprise, I felt his lips just barely press against my cheek. I literally bit my tongue to keep from squealing.

Then Harry's body un-pressed itself from mine and I hear Emilie walk in. I heard them talking, but I stayed right where I was. I know I probably looked stupid, staring at the wall in my daze. I heard Harry chuckle, and as him and Emilie walked past me to enter the hallway I felt his hand ruffle my hair.

It was really the best day of my entire life.