Not Ready To Make Nice (A Larry Stylinson Novel)

3. Louis, Harry and Larry

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you like this chapter. The next ones will start to get better, the drama will start. Yay. Thank you everyone for reading.

I love you all.

Kady.

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Louis’s POV

 

I laid there thinking. I couldn’t stand it when Harry acted like this; he was so god dam stubborn at times. As I shuffled through my thoughts trying to relax I stumbled across one thought that wouldn’t leave my mind, it wasn’t a thought that I could control either but it made me feel relaxed as I laid there slowly drifting off into sleep.

I felt my body beginning to calm down as each muscle slowly relaxed. I was feeling soothed at the sensation I was feeling, the feeling of my lips brushing against Harry’s hot skin, now nothing more than a mere memory but just the thought of it sent little pricks of endorphins through my body.  

I know it wasn’t right but anything that would bring sleep closer to my weary head I was going to take, even if it meant thinking about Harry.  So that’s what I did, I held onto that one thought of Harry, the thought of my lips brushing against his warm smooth skin and as I thought more about it my body began to sink into its usual nightly patterns. How badly I would of like to pinch my lips on his soft tender shoulder blade, I felt happy at that thought and the weird sensation it bought about.  

Sleep came about quickly and at the last waking moments of consciousness I rolled over pressing my face into Harry’s warm side, sighing as I slipped away in my peaceful dreaming state.

I woke up that morning feeling refreshed and charged for the interview today. I stretched out my arms and legs; I had slept like a baby. I rolled over to wrap my arms around Harry’s waist to wake him up instead falling onto nothing but pillows and blankets. I opened my eyes to see no Harry in sight.

I sat up and shook my hair as I listened out to hear if the other boys were up.

“The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed”

I chuckled hearing the distant voice of Zayn singing to himself upstairs. He couldn’t help but sing whilst he was doing his hair.

“If only you saw what I can see, You'll understand why I don’t want you so desperately, Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe, You don't know, Oh oh, You don't know you're using way too much hair spray”