Asking Out His Best Mate -(Larry Stylinson)

Asking Out His Best Mate

NOTE: I originally posted this on Ao3 so if you've possibly seen it there (idk what you do or what you read), I did not steal it. I spend a bit more time there, but I'll try to post on both from now on. My pseud on there is also halogenharry (i also have daddykink, but that's another story). So anyway, hope you enjoy this fluffy fic and comments/votes are always welcome!

“Harry, what are you talking about?”

Louis arched his eyebrow at the odd, overly tall, massive, painfully slow talking boy before him. Both were quite used to these exchanges because Harry regularly talked about whatever came to mind and tripped over his words, a deadly combination in Louis’ opinion. But of course, Louis cared about Harry more than he had cared about anyone else besides his family and all of his taunting was out of love.

Harry scuffed his boot on the floor as he peaked at something that seemed to be in his hand behind his right leg that Louis couldn’t see from where he was.

“I was erm, well I…” he cleared his throat loudly. Harry could feel himself nearly sweat through his shirt as he tried to explain himself. “I was trying to say you looked… nice… I compared you to um… the sun… and… stuff.”

Louis eyed him carefully. “Oh, well… thank you, then.” He gave Harry a small smile before heading out of the kitchen, coffee in hand.

As soon as he passed, Harry let out a breath he had been consciously holding in. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath as he tried to calm down.

Truth was, Harry was hopelessly interested, if not in love, with his best friend and he didn’t know how to tell him. They had lived together for an entire year and since even before that, Harry wanted to be with Louis in some romantic fashion. Now, Harry thought it could easily had just been a little crush and it would go away (it had just started as an attraction to Louis’ arse and thighs after all). But Louis did these cute little things when he slept and he played with his curls and kissed his cheeks and sometimes poked his dimples and was just so small and cute. Harry loved small and cute things - kittens, puppies, babies and Louis.

They had shared a bed ever since the beginning and it was nice knowing that someone else was there at night. Neither one could get lonely with the other there. They often cuddled and when they spooned, Louis was most often the little spoon, though sometimes he tried to be the big spoon and Harry thought it was so incredibly endearing. Harry giggled every time he would feel Louis start to tickle under his ribs and in the end he would fall off the bed, causing both of them to laugh so hard their sides hurt. When Louis laughed, his eyes crinkled and his entire face lit up. Harry liked to think of Louis as his own little ray of sunshine sent down to earth to brighten up his life.

And now, Harry wanted nothing more than to be able to call Louis his. Not in a possessive way, but in like a “I’m worthy of calling someone as amazing as Louis mine and he’s more than worthy to call me his” way. It was all really odd to Harry, but all he knew was that he wanted to date Louis and he had no idea how to go about asking him.

When Louis walked back into the kitchen, Harry was in the same position he had left him in.

Louis went over to the sink to wash out his cup. “You ok, Harry?” he said as he rinsed.

Harry nodded quickly and cleared his throat. “Yes,” he squeaked out.

This was exceptionally odd of Harry, but Louis let it go since the younger boy was normally pretty weird.

“Ok, well I’m heading out to buy a few things. Don’t burn the house down. Bye.” Louis gave him a quick peck on the cheek and made his way out the door.