I Can't Change - Larry Stylinson

Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

Harry P.O.V. 

I woke up in an odd position, my head under a pillow, eyes creaking open wearily. This bed was magical, and had kept me asleep all night. With black out curtains, it still looked like midnight in our room, and I looked blearily at the digital clock on the nightstand that read 7:53 am. I rubbed my eyes, leaning up onto elbows, sighing. I was never up before Louis. Too much on my mind I guess. I looked over at Louis, who was curled up in a little ball, looking peaceful as ever - a drastic comparison to his stressed look from last night. 

I let out a small groan, remembering the picture - surely it had spread like wildfire over night as well. A smile twitched at my lips, though, as I watched Louis's roving eyes twitch in their dreaming state. I bit at my bottom lip, thinking about our accidental kiss, my cheeks burning slightly. What is going on with me?

I like chicks, screw that I love chicks, if that's the case, why are these weird feelings always becoming unearthed everytime he touches me, or vice-versa? I sighed, rolling out of the bed, in an unwilling mood, but knew it was better than sitting here staring at Louis. I stretched, my back cracking before I slinked out of the room into the living area. The curtains were open, and it was blindingly bright. I winced, shuffling to pour myself some water, facing away from the door. 

Louis was my bestfriend, had been since day one, but now with this picture circulating, surely all of our fans would be out of their minds thinking we were dating. I nearly choked while drinking my water, almost smiling. 

Louis and I dating, now wouldn't that be interesting. I turned around to see if Lou had moved, craning my neck to look through the door, but sure enough he was still in the same position. I rolled my head around, pushing my curls out of the way again before setting down the glass of water on the counter and walked back into the room, grabbing the remote to open the curtains. The slowly swept aside, lighting the room with harsh rays compared to the velvetty blackness before. I smiled, hearing him groan in protest, flipping over on his otherside, driving his head into a pillow. He is such a grump in the morning. 

I moved over to him, crawling on the otherside of him, leaning over him. I grinned devilishly, pushing some of his messy hair out of the way, leaning down, my lips hovering fractions of a centimeter from his ear.

"Time to wake up, Boobear." I purred to him in my most lady-killer voice. His eyes slitted open, his nose wrinkling up, his hand meeting my face and pushing me away with a groan.

"Come on, Harry, not now." He croaked out, pushing his head under his pillow. 

"Awe, boo, but I'm lonely." I simpered fakely, grabbing hold of his shoulders and hauling him out. Louis groaned into the mattress angrily.

"Then go over to the other boys and bother them." He snapped grumpily, covering his face with his hands. 

"But I want you." I said, realizing what I had said, my cheeks heating up, when a sudden loud buzzing began annoyingly humming out on the nightstand next to Louis. I looked over at Louis's phone, which was vibrating across the table.

"Better get that, Lou." I prodded him in the ribs, and he flinched, his head popping up, giving me a death glare, before rolling over and grabbing the phone, reading the ID. His face paling, he stabbed the accept button, holding it to his ear.

"Hello?" He croaked out, trying to sound cheery, which he failed miserably at. 

"Louis? You sound.. off. Well- anyways..." There was a pause, and I knew it was Paul, Louis looked at me, dread filling his face.