The Black Rose (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 16-

A/N - So I start college tomorrow, I'm not ready for it! I'm so nervous it's unreal!!! Anyways, vote, comment and share please! Love you all!

Quick question: Fluff or Smut?!

*Louis' POV*

Confused is an understatement. I get that Harry and Zayn are brothers, both having the same dad, but Zayn has never seemed to care about Harry before. Or maybe he has but tried to hide it? I don't even know anymore.

But then a thought struck, Harry's dad will be here sometime this week...could Zayn be infering something? If so then why would he hint to me? Wouldn't he just let his dad do as he pleases?

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After Harry's counselling session, which actually went rather well, we went to a little cafe on the corner to celebrate him finally opening up to people.

"Hey Betty!" Harry shouted into the kitchen.

"Harry, dear, I haven't seen you in here for such a long time! How have you been?" The lady, Betty, kissed Harry's cheek.

Harry chuckled before replying to the elderly woman, "I've been good thank you. How have you been?" I didn't know Harry could be so polite.

"I've been good darling. Now, would you care to introduce me?" She darted her eyes towards me, causing me to stiffen a little.

"Oh, Betty this is Louis, Louis this is Betty" his hands motioned between us as he said our names.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Betty" I spoke, shaking her hand.

"You too dear. Am i correct in assuming that this charming young man is your boyfriend?" She questioned Harry.

"Yes. You would be right in saying that!" He laced our fingers together, turning to me and I couldn't control the forming smile on my face.

"Well then, you boys go and take a seat and I will bring whatever you like". She took out a pen and paper ready to write down our orders.

"I'll have a hot chocolate and a chocolate muffin please" Harry spoke first.

"I'll just have a Yorkshire tea please", and with that we left to a table, Harry sitting opposite me.

We placed our hands on top of the table before entwining them together again. I love being with Harry because he looks at me as if I am the only person in the world. He looks at me like he truly loves me and I love that feeling a lot.

"Lou?" His voice was soft and gentle to my ears.

"Yeah?" I almost whispered back, enjoying the calm atmosphere.

He moved around to my side of the table, sitting close to me and staring into my eyes, "I love you!" He almost whispered.

"I love you too!" I spoke softly, never breaking eye contact.

He placed a hand on the back of my neck and brought my lips to his. It was a soft, gentle kiss but still filled with the same amount of passion. Fireworks. Everytime we kiss, I feel fireworks. No matter how many times we do kiss, I'll never quite get used to it.

We both pulled back at the same time, placing our foreheads together.

"I really do love you Louis" he spoke before placing a small kiss to my lips and going back to the other side of the table to sit opposite me.

"Wow, who knew Harry Styles was such a hopeless romantic?" I teased.

"Only for you, my love" his voice changing to a posher English accent.