Falling Again [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Twenty Six-To The What?!

I wake up from my half asleep state to hear Niall screaming, or squealing?

I groan, rolling out of my bed. I wish I could just catch another wink of sleep.

I walk down the stairs in my boxers to find Niall and see what the hell he was so excited about. I'm blinded by.. Sunlight?

"Niall?" I ask, covering my eyes with my arm.

"Look! IT'S STOPPED RAINING!" Niall cheers.

"I can see. Goodnight." I turn back on my heel to bump into an equally bare-chest Louis.

Holy fuck, but he is fit.

"Hey-sorry." I mutter, stepping around him.

"AH! THE SUN! IT BURNS!" He fake cries, walking into the living room past me.

"Shut up. We should go to the beach!" He squeals again. How fucking high pitch can he go?

"What?" Liam asks, sitting up from his spot on the couch.

"BEACH DAY! BEACH DAY!" Niall shouts, jumping on Liam, who gasps at the sudden weight of the little Irish boy.

"We should." Zayn comes into the room. "I do need to work on my tan."

"I'm not really up to it." Louis and I say at the same time.

Shit.

"Seriously? PLEASE!" Niall begs, but I just shake my head, hoping Louis will say yes.

"Niall." Zayn says, calmly resting a hand on Niall's shoulder.

"Alright. Li?" Niall turns to his boyfriend.

"I'll go grab my trunks and pack is a lunch." Liam sighs.

"Lou?" Zayn asks, and I turn to see Louis standing with his arms wrapped around his torso. "A word?"

Louis nods, and follows Zayn outside. I casually lean against the wall, forgetting about my intentions of going back to bed. Instead, I watch Zayn and Louis out the window.

Zayn says something, his head to tilting to the side. Louis sighs and nods. Zayn says something else, and Louis shrugs, giving him a tight smile.

Then Zayn wraps his arms around Louis.

Right there, I want to go... What? Rip his head off? Kind of.

What am I thinking? Harry, shut up.

"You sure you don't want to come?" Niall asks, coming down in his swimming trunks and a t-shirt.

"Yeah." I mutter, terrified of being in a house alone with Louis, but not wanting to admit it.

Just... Stay away from the alcohol.

"Alright." Niall smiles, letting me pass him and go up the stairs.

***

I take a shower, and come out, practically running to my bedroom.

I pull on my black skinny jeans and dark grey v-neck.

I head downstairs, and Niall, Liam and Zayn are about ready to leave. Louis is nowhere to be seen.

"Where'd Louis go?" I ask casually.

"Um.. Up to his room." Zayn says. I nod.

"Well, we should be back later tonight. Tomorrow we should pack. We're leaving in-"

"Three days. I know. We have today, tomorrow, and then we're being picked up at noon the next day." I sigh.

"TO THE BEACH!" Niall declares loudly in his X-Factor announcer voice.

"Alright, you little leprechaun. Let's go." Liam chuckles, wrapping his arm around Niall.

"See you later, Harry." Zayn smiles at me.

They all go, and head down to the beach.

I walk over and plop myself down in front of the TV. I feel nervous now that it's just me and Louis in the house.

Without the boys here... I don't know. I shake the thoughts from my head.

I turn when I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, and I see Louis.

He's wearing his red chinos with a striped shirt and suspenders.

"So, you're not going to the beach, but you're planning on going boating?" I smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

"You're so funny." He glares at me, but I see a smile playing on his lips.

"I know." I say, keeping my face serious as I nod, before turning back to the TV.

Don't laugh, Harry. Don't- holy fuck, he's sitting next to me. Calm. Stay calm.

"Harry?" Louis asks, and I have to bite the inside of my lip.

Don't smile!

"HAR-REE!" He says, poking my dimple.

Fuck, but I want to pounce on him...

"Yes?" I ask, turning to face him.

"You," He says, leaning close to my face and whispering so his breath is on my lips. "Are not actually that funny." He says, smiling as he leans back, and I have to calm down my tensed muscles.

He was so close, and my god, but he smells heavenly.

I turn back to the TV smiling. Maybe we can be friends.