dreamer ➵ larry stylinson

eleven

eleven.

"Niall, I won't be able to go to the pub with you tonight. And you can't come over, sorry mate." I spoke on the phone.

"What do you mean you can't go? You always go!" Niall whined in the phone. I rolled my eyes at him and sighed.

I went over to the counter and started to wipe all the food crumbs off. "I'm having someone over."

"I can meet them. Is it a boy? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Niall, shut up. And no, you cannot meet them."

"Why?" He whined again.

My fingers ran through my hair, sighing at Niall. I went over to the sofa and adjusted the throw pillows on top. "Look, I need to tell you something. And don't tell Liam what I'm telling you, I'll tell him at a later time when he's not moping around about Emily."

"What? Tell me!"

"I met him."

"Who?"

I straightened my posture and looked out the windows. It wasn't snowing for a change, the sun was shining, causing the snow glisten. "The boy in the dreams."

"Wait, are you serious?" Niall screeched through the phone. "Oh my god, when? Louis Tomlinson, I want details!"

"You're acting like a girl. And promise not to freak out."

"I promise, just tell me!"

"It's Harry."

There was a pause on the phone. The line didn't hang up, but I stood there with a grin on my face. I could hear his faint breathing; imagining the frown on his face. I knew that when I would tell him, he would get pissed off at me. 

"You're fucking kidding." Niall muttered.

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p'.

"Louis William Tomlinson, you've just now decided to tell me? You ass! I literally cannot express how angry I am at you right now! You've kept it too long from us, and now you admit? What the hell have you been doing with him, I want to know!"

I chuckled on the phone and sat down on the sofa. It's been an hour and half, Harry was suppose to show up at any minute, so I decided to get up and clean around the flat. "I kissed him."

"You fucking what, mate?" Niall yelled in the phone. I started to laugh at Niall's reaction until knocking came upon my door.

"Hey, I'll talk to you later. Harry's here." I told him.

"Wait, what? Can I come over?"

"Hell no. Goodbye. Niall." I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone, sticking it in my back pocket. My feet anxiously made themselves in front of the door. I pressed an eye against the peephole and saw Harry standing in the hallway awkwardly with bags in his hands. Chuckling softly, I looked away and opened the door. Harry smiled at me and I smiled back.

"Hi." I whispered.

"Hi."

Without thinking, I threw my arms around him and kissed him hard. Harry kissed me back with as much pressure and held my small waist with one arm. We walked backwards until Harry was against the wall. The neighbours had probably heard the thud against the wall. Our lips were probably going to be purple and bruised from kissing so hard, but who was I to stop?

Harry moaned against my lips. "I brought food." He said while my lips left his lips and trailed his cheeks until I nibbled at his jaw. "Jesus, Lou." He said breathlessly. Lou.