"Louuu!!" Harry whined when I jumped on him.
"Why're you whining Hazza?! Don't you loooove me??" I burst into uncontrollable laughter when his eyes grew wide and he looked like a dear in high beams.
"H-how'd you k-know?" he stuttered, shocked.
***
"Lou William Tomlinson get your voluptuous behind downstairs NOW!" I giggled as I headed out of my room. There was only one person who would yell like that to me- Niall's girlfriend Amy. I loved Amy- she was the sweetest, funniest, most gorgeous of all the lad's girlfriends. I had a feeling that if I were straight, I'd be waayyy into her.
I bounded downstairs to see what she needed and entered a living room full of people. Not only the lads, but Liam's girlfriend Dani and Zayn's girlfriend Perrie. they were all assembled in a line, trying to keep serious faces. What the hell was Amy up to? She got out of her place in line and approached me.
Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the kitchen whispering.
"Alright Lou. Have you noticed anything different about the house lately?" I was genuinely confused. She rolled her eyes.
"Of course not. Well here's the deal. Someone here likes you. A lot. There's been a constant supply of carrots even though you eat them like Lucky eats Nando's." Amy always called Niall "Lucky" behind his back ever since one of his hair appointments went awry and his hair had an orange tint to it. He liked it, but she thought he looked to much like the Lucky Charms leprechaun- which he did.
"And that's not it, Louis. Even though I do your laundry, I don't fold it. But someone does. And haven't you noticed that your bathroom is always clean and your bed is always made?" I had just figured that was Liam trying to be Daddy Direction. As if she could read my thoughts, she kept going, "And it's not Liam because frankly, it's poorly done. But it is done. And I know you think it's me that makes you tea every morning, also not true. I've been trying to figure it out for weeks Lou, but I just don't know. So, we're gonna find out." So someone in the house liked me?! Oh I hope it's Harry! But wait, how are we gonna find out?
"I've organized a little activity so we know who it is." What the hell? I really think she can read minds.
"Maybe," She winked. "But my amazing superhuman abilities are not the focus here. Everyone out there is in a line, as you saw. You're gonna make your way down the line and, I'm warning you it's weird but you gotta do it, touch their faces. Just a little like this." She reached her hand up and gently brushed the back of her fingers from my cheek to my ear. Well. That was sensual.
"What's that gonna do?" I whispered back to her.
"Leave that to me, love." Amy winked and walked back into the room screaming at everyone. "Attention!" and everyone stood back up straight. I hesitantly walked up to the beginning of the line, thinking a million things at once. Amy stood opposite the boys behind me, scrutinizing what was happening. She gave me a reassuring nod, and I looked at who was first. Zayn.
I hesitantly did what Amy told me with furrowed brows. She must have warned them that I'd be doing something weird, because he didn't even flinch. Neither did Perrie, Dani, or Niall.
Now Harry and Liam were left. COULD IT BE HARRY?! I hesitantly approached him with a light blush on my cheeks. Where was this going? What if he liked me? I mean, I definitely liked him. Hell, I loved him! But could we make a relationship work? Whoa, Louis. Slow down, you don't even know if it's him yet!
I stared into his eyes nervously and did the same thing I did to the others. Nothing. I almost broke down and cried. I quickly go to Liam and rushed it- if it wasn't Harry, I didn't care. When nothing happened there either, I turned to Amy and muttered a quiet "You're wrong," before bounding up to my room and jumping under my covers. I quietly sobbed before my door slammed open and closed and Amy was sitting in top of me.
"Why are you crying, Louis?! I thought you liked him!!"
"What the heck are you talking about?"
She rolled her eyes at me. "I thought you liked him back. So I guess I was wrong about that but I was right about him liking you!!"
"Who?" I didn't get a reaction out of anybody, so how could she have when she was standing on the other side of the room. Granted, she could see their whole figure whereas I could only see their faces, but how- oh. Oh dear lord. Please tell me one of the lads didn't get... Oh no. BUT WHO WAS IT?!
She saw my eyes widen at my epiphany and giggled. "Louis! You got Hazza hard!!" she sing-songed at me. "He totally reacted the way I wanted him to. I can't imagine how hard it was for him to keep a straight face, though. He's so madly in love with you and your hands are so soft and, stop Amy. Remember Niall." She took a deep breath, but I ignored whatever she said after she said he loved me. He loved me? HOLY FAACCKKK HE LOVED ME!!!!!!
***
"H-how'd you k-know?" he stuttered, shocked.
"Oh PUHLEASE, Haz. I may be an idiot but I'm not an idiot." I winked at him.
"S-so what now?" I'd never seen Haz so nervous. Did he like me that much?
I leaned in closer to his face. His breathing sped up but he didn't move away. "This." I whispered before pressing my lips to his. He wasted no time in kissing back, and was soon trying to deepen it. I pulled back, chuckling.
"Hazza, love, calm down. We have all the time in the world. Rather, I would like us to." I slipped onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, my face leaning close to his ear. "Harry, will you be my boyfriend?"
Needless to say, Larry Stylinson was real.
