A Larry Stylinson Love Story

Larry Stylinson Part 15

I got home about an hour later. I looked up at my flat and thought to myself. So, here is were I fought with Liam and louis. Here is where Niall left me, and where Zayn took care of me. I walked inside and looked up. Everything seemed too quiet. I sat on the couch and looked straight down. My actions were wrong. I should've never left this house. I was at risk of dying and instead of actually apologizing to both Liam and Louis the second after the fight, I didn't. I ran out the house like a complete useless dumb ass leaving all good memories behind. I knew what Louis had to say. I fell for him when he didn't mean any of his actions. It was my fault for acting like a man whore and not telling my best mate anything that went on. 

He probably has secrets he hasn't told me anyways. Right? I misunderstood everything Louis did to me. When he told me he loved me, when he kissed me, and when he held my hand? All, I misunderstood. What was I going to do? I lost my best friend, my partner, my life. Liam and the rest were understanding and I knew they would understand but, not Louis. Louis had a different relationship with me. I hate being stubborn but, I knew he felt more for me! All he did wasn't just for the hell of it. He did it with emotion. Even the boys knew it. Why cant he face the fact that he loves me too!?

I wasn't assuming but, I believe it was pretty obvious to everyones eye and mind. I've loved Louis for so long. I was there, comforting him when Eleanor had broken up with him. I was there when he had struggles in life and his vocal solos. It was hard to get the fact that he didn't feel the same for me in my head. Who would I go to next? Liam? He has Danielle. Niall? He's my best mate! I messed up with Louis.. And Zayn? I wasn't quite sure. I was not going to give my love for the guy I've loved for so fucking long. I wish he felt the same for me. All that matters is that I love Louis William Tomlinson and I wasn't going to give up! Or... Was I forced to?

  “Harry! You're here! Im so happy to see you! You're alive!”Zayn shouted as he hugged me gently and kissed me on the cheek.

 “Zayn! You're not in the shower!”I told him as I chuckled.

  “You still don't look well mate. Are you still in pain?”

 “I guess.. Take care of me?”

  “Id be more than willing to babe! Let me take you upstairs.”

I looked at Zayn and gave him a warm smile. I loved Zayn's caring side. I couldn't explain my feelings for him. 

  “Lets go.”Zayn told me.

 “No! I don't want to walk.”I whined.

  “Harry! You weight too much! I cant carry you up these stairs.”

 “But.. Zayn!”

  “Get up!”

 “No. Carry me?”

  “Harry! Be strong!”

We where both whining. I tried persuading him but, he wouldn't listen. I stared at his eyes and smiled. He's been smiling already and I knew he loved it when I acted like a little kid. 

 “Carry me bad boy?”I asked Zayn as I started frowning.

  “Nothing is going to make carry you Harreh!”Zayn protested as he slightly smiled as the floor.

I looked at Zayn and gave him my best puppy face. He smiled and pushed my shoulder softly. 

  “Harry..” Zayn whined.

I looked up at him and watched him lick his lips. 

 “Please?”I asked.

  “HARRY! Get your lazy ass up!”Zayn demanded.