Grow Up With Me - Larry Stylinson [BoyxBoy]

Chapter One

Hello!! Hopefully you'll understand after further chapters:) please comment and rate, give me some pointers!! though I already have the story mapped out, it would be awesome to get some advice and some opinions as to where to go with it. 

-britt

Chapter One

Harry’s POV

After X Factor Tour

When my mum called me and invited the boys and I to dinner, I had reluctantly accepted. I knew that she meant well, all she wanted to do was serve us food and hear about how we’ve been since we arrived back from the X Factor tour. She didn’t know that the tension in the room would be that high. She expected us to be the same cheeky lads that left to go on tour two and a half months before. Unfortunately, in one way or another, each of us were changed in some way shape or form. For better or for worse. But mostly, for the worst. So here we sat, around my mum’s round table, nibbling on the spaghetti that she had served us, in silence. The occasional clinking of utensils against plates was all anyone heard, and we all stared blankly down at our food. 

If Louis and I weren’t sitting at that table, I’d imagine that there would have been lively conversation. My mum would ask questions to the boys. Niall would gush about how much he loves her cooking. Liam would scold him for talking with his mouth full, and Zayn would inform my mum about how well our tour went. It would be as if they were one big happy family who had known each other forever. Instead, we sat around that table as if we had never spoken to each other a day in our lives. As if we were all strangers off the street who were forced against our wills to dine together. It was all my and Louis’ fault. 

The tour hadn’t gone particularly bad. It was fun, actually. What’s better than travelling the UK with four of your best mates playing music for audiences? We had all gotten along fine, and if it was possible, we all got closer to each other. Especially Louis and I. Or so I’d thought.  

*Four weeks earlier*

“Haz, come to bed I’m tired and I miss you,” Louis complained from the bed in our tour hotel room. I was in the bathroom readying for bed, brushing my teeth and such. Louis could be so impatient! I had to laugh at him.

“I’m coming, Lou, just wait,” I chuckled. When I turned around to exit the bathroom, Louis popped into the doorway, scaring the life out of me. I let out a gasp, backing back into the bathroom trying to catch my breath with a hand on my chest.

“Wow, Harry, you’re a bit jumpy aren‘t you?” Louis bantered, pulling me into his arms and calming me down. I knew he could feel how fast my heart was beating, and I should have been embarrassed. But I melted into Louis’ embrace, forgetting about how scared I had been. 

“Lou, don’t scare me like that,” I pushed him away, jokingly, “It’s not funny,” I looked at his overly amused face. Lou was loving it, there was no doubt about that. 

“Sorry,” he lied, placing his hands on my waist, pulling me tight against him. 

“You’re forgiven,” I decided, wrapping my arms around his neck, closing the gap between us with a peck on his lips. Louis blushed, as always, and grinned wildly at me. 

“Haz, time for bed we’ve got an early wake up call!” He warned me, with  a bit of mocking-of-the-Liam in his voice. I thought back to an hour before when Liam gave us a speech on why we should ‘really take into account how much sleep we need to be getting during this tour,’. Gotta love Li, though. He really held the band together. 

Lou climbed into bed, patting the mattress next to him where I placed my body and we huddled together fighting off the air conditioner with our combined body heat. It was nice, laying there with Louis. I felt safe, like nothing could hurt me. He would protect me and I would protect him.