Falling Again [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Sixteen-Drop The Towel

I'm an idiot.

I'm so stupid.

I mean, he's supposed to be my best friend, right? Ugh. I can't handle this.

I don't want to be in love with a guy who I've been told is my best friend but I barely know, while memories of the rest of the band just can't stop flooding in.

It's been a full day since the thunderstorm incident, and I don't think Louis remembers any of it, and if he does, he hasn't brought it up.

I can hear him singing in the shower currently. God, but he sounds amazing.

I wait until I hear the water turn off, and I do what I know is stupid. I ready myself by the door so I can 'accidently' bump into him while he's in just his towel.

I'm a horrible perso-the door's opening!

I look down at my feet as I open my door, bumping into a mostly naked Louis.

"Oh my god!" I gasp, my surprise real.

He is so damn hot.

"Oh, hey, Harry." He smiles at me. How is he so unfazed by this? He's practically naked in front of me... Mmm, Louis naked.... Harry!

"Sorry." I mutter, before turning and walking down the hall.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

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I cannot believe I just intentionally did that. I bury my face into my hands.

That was so awkward.

What in the world would possess me to do that?

Oh, that's right.

Love.

And I can't tell him. I mean, he's straight right? And Liam said he has a 'current-relationship-situation' at the moment.

And he doesn't call me Haz anymore. No, I may not know where he got the nickname from, but for the days he used it, I'd grown used to it.

And now I'm just Harry.

Just Harry.

And not even the cool Harry Potter kind, I'm just Harry Edward Styles, a boy with no memory of his best friend that he's in love with.

I feel so cliché.

And I can't stop thinking about ways I could have made those few moments a bit more enjoyable, although they would have ended with both of us feeling much more awkward.

But, I could have easily ripped his towel off without him noticing I did it, right? I need to stop thinking like this..

"Harry?" Liam's voice breaks me out of my thought.

"Yeah?" I ask, standing up straight from my position, hunched over the kitchen counter.

"Are you alright? You seem a bit... Off, mate." He notes, grabbing a glass before heading to the fridge.

"No, I'm fine. Head just hurts a tad, but I keep remembering stuff about you, Niall and Zayn." I say, running a hand through my curls.

"Nothing about Lou?" He asks, filling his glass with orange juice.

"Nope." I shake my head. Not since the dream, anyway.

"Do you realise," Liam pauses, taking a sip of his juice. "That we've been here for almost a week. That means only a bit over two weeks left until the interview."

"Really?" I ask, not having realised.

"Yep." He pops the 'p' as he heads out of the kitchen.

I sigh as I see Niall run over, jumping onto his boyfriend's back, sending Liam into a laughing fit. Is it wrong that I want that for Louis and I?

I need to get my memory back. This is insane. I want him to be my best friend, right? But truly.. I'd love for him to be my boyfriend, but that's not going to happen.

Ever.

So, I just need to keep it inside and wait for it all to pass over, and then it'll all be good again. Everything will be fine.

Right, I think, scoffing out loud. Keep thinking that, Styles.

"Harry?" Louis asks, walking into the room. Oh shit.

"Yeah?" I ask, looking up to meet his smirk.

"What were you scoffing at?" It looks like he's suppressing laughter.

"Oh, nothing." I try to glare, but it's really impossible for me not to smile when I see his face.

"Sure." He laughs, hitting my chest playfully as he walks past me, reaching for a mug.

I chuckle lightly as he reaches for the mug, about an inch too short.

"Here." I smile, going up behind him and reaching for the mug.

"Thanks, Harry." He smiles, and I try not to wince.

"Anytime." I smile, walking to the living room, where Liam is putting on Toy Story.