Love, Hate and Larry Stylinson? UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!

Chapter 4- 'Kisses and Oreo stealers'

Harry's POV

"That's my hazzabear." Louis laughed. His laugh brought back so many memories, the good and bad. It was so unique, like his voice. His voice was so loveable and likeable just like Louis.

Everything about him was either loveable or likable, the way his hair was always in some sort of mess. It looked like he had spent hours (like Zayn does) perfecting it with abit of hairspray making it the perfection that it is. Instead every morning he just ruffles it with his fingers, I could bet you there's not one hairbrush in his suitcase not even a comb. Even me who well can't really use a brush unless my hair is really wet brought one along. But Louis no! I bet you he forgot a lot of things he might have needed for this trip. He's so carefree you have to treat him like a 5 year old. Pulling him back before he goes over the edge sometimes.

I suppose that was his one flaw, if you could call it a flaw? I don't think Louis has any flaws so to speak. He's perfect, in every possible way he is. I looked across his face, looking for some kind of flaw Lou must have. Everyone has a flaw. I stared into his deep blue eyes. They sparkled like the stars looking straight back into my dull green ones. I moved my gaze down and then I stopped at his lips. I stared at them. They were the lightest shade of pink and parted slightly. I looked at the top curve and how smooth and perfect it was.

Before I knew it I was leaning towards them. Wanting to see them closer, well that's what I told myself to keep my mind at ease. What I was really doing and why? I didn't actually know until it happened. Inches away from his lips brushing mine I looked up at him. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion, well to me. His eyes were confused and abit shaken by what was about to happen.

As we both know what was going to happen next.

My lips crashed into his, and I don't know why (I don't think I knew why I did anything at this point) but I moved my rough lips against his. I suddenly stopped, forcing myself. My brain going into overload. Freaking and screaming things at me making me stop. And stare once again into his beautiful perfect ocean blue eyes. They still had that concern in them but as soon as a stopped moving my lips against his. Well what can I say I was expecting him to be relieved and push me away, maybe scream at me or run out of the tent but certainly not this.

His eyes looked like they missed my lips moving against his. And as a started to pull away, obeying the commands my brain was sending. Our lips broke away but only for him to push his lips back on mine. Moving roughly his lips twisted into a tiny smile.

'What are you doing harry, you’re not gay? You don't just kiss the guy you hate!' I was thinking to myself. I tried my best to ignore the words I couldn't help but keep thinking. But it got the better of me and a slightly pulled away.

Ashamed of what I had just done. I had just kissed a guy. And it was his entire fault. Anything I thought good about him now was emptied from my brain. Leaving me left again back to hating him, loathing his very existence.

I looked towards Louis again. He was now nowhere near me. Well as far away as you could be sitting in a tent made for barely 1 let alone 2.

He had put his glasses on and was now giving me the devil eyes through the lenses. No doubt feeling the same what I felt to him, pure hatred.

"Hey guys! How 'sa bonding going?” My head snapped towards the end of tent as 3 boys squeezed through the tiny hole. The boy’s appearances gave me some relief, relief that I wouldn't have to talk about what just happened or live in the awkwardness that the thing that did happen just create.

I shrugged in reply, unsure of what else to say. Niall jumped down beside me munching on a packet of Doritos’ that must have been one of the many snacks he had stuffed inside his suitcase. This boy couldn't go an hour without stuffing some sort of food down his throat.