Just Another Prank (A One Direction/Larry Stylinson Fan Fic)

Chapter Eight

A/N Larry Stylinson begins........................................................... NOW!

-Challen

Two of the best weeks of my life passed and I was absolutely and utterly confused. Why would I be confused after two amazing weeks have gone by? Because in these two weeks, Niall and I had gone on about four dates, each one more fantastic than the last, and I had abso-freaking-lutely no idea where we stood. I mean, we acted like a couple when we were alone, and sometimes when we were with the guys, but nothing was official. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO! Well, actually… yep, I’ll risk it. I’m gonna talk to him. I put on my brave face and walked into the living room to find Niall sitting on the couch, playing with his fancy phone. I laid down on the couch and put my head in his lap, startling him for a second.

            “Comfy?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

            “Very,” I replied, getting very comfortable. Wait, I came here for a reason.

            “Can I ask you something?” he put his phone down and motioned for me to go on. “Where do we stand?”

            “What do you mean?” He sounded a bit nervous.

            “Like, are we in a relationship or not? Because those dates were freaking amazing and I would really like to know if they mean something or not.”

            “What do you want us to be?”

            “What do you want us to be?” I questioned back.

            “I want to be able to call you mine.”

            “Good, because I don’t want to be with anyone else.” I smiled up at my boyfriend and laid back down, unable to keep a grin off my face. Niall Horan was my boyfriend. Niall Horan was my BOYFRIEND.

            Damn, I thought. I will never get used to the sound of that.

Louis

Sometimes, when I found myself brought down by the incessant downpour of gloomy drizzle in London, I would pretend that the streetlights at night were fallen stars, just waiting for me to come and grab them. It helped on the days where I couldn’t seem to shake my inexplicable feelings of attraction to Harry, or when I thought that the other boys had figured out my secret, or days like the one I was having then, when my throat closed up with the fear of what my family would think and I couldn’t seem to make myself function. I knew the guys were suspicious, but I just couldn’t bear to tell them. Not yet.

            I wasn’t ready to tell them I’m gay.

            I could hear footsteps behind me, but I continued to stare out the window at the rain, wondering if it was a reflection of the tears I was too afraid to cry. At the thought, my eyes misted over—I bit my lip in defiance and turned away to see Piper standing right in front of me.

            “Lou?” she asked, concerned, and that was all it took. I broke.

            It’s a curious feeling, finally letting your emotions take over. I fell to my knees and sobbed, holding my chest together like I feared I would break. I was strangely reminded of Piper’s awful breakdown in the studio a few weeks ago. Her hands were on my back, in my hair, soothing, but I couldn’t stop; it was just too much. I was so tired of pretending that I was okay when my soul felt like it was being ripped apart. I let myself fall to the floor and curled up, my knees pressed against my chest.