Make A Wish •larry stylinson•

VI• Give Me Love

This may end up a short story, just cos I don't need many chapters to acomplish what I need to with this one.

This chapter was influenced greatly by the scene in the Harry Potter: Deathly Hallows movie, where Hermione and Harry share their awkward dance. Hence, le gif. Haz and Lou aren't THAT awkward dancing, but you get the point. 

As always, comments and votes are much apreciated.

Enjoy xx

Examining countertops all over the house Harry realized they were all coated in a single layer of dust.

Gathering up everything he needed, and lazily throwing a headband on to keep back his curls, (Lol he reallie does wear headbands-- under his beanies though :D ) he began to work on the dirty household.

Harry loved cleaning. He loved the fresh smell in his nose, he loved the fact that something in such terrible condition could be restored with a rag and some cleaning liquid. He sometimes wondered if it would be that simple to restore his heart.

Just as Harry had finsished sweeping the living room, Louis stumbled in, rubbing his eyes and smiling sleepily at Harry.

"What are you doing, Hazza?" He mumbled, stretching his arms over his head. As he did so the muscles in his abs flexed, and Harry couldn't help but take notice.

"Cleaning," He mumbled. Louis smirked, and strolled over to the iPod dock that lay in the TV area.

"You can't clean without music, Haz," He stated, before flicking through his iPod. He decided on shuffle, and "Traktor" by Wretch 32 began to play.

As Louis walked towards Harry, he let the broom slip from his hands. He giggled at Louis's head bobs and shimmying, as the rapping began in the song.

Louis started showing off his fancy hip-hop moves and Harry could only laugh in response. Louis grabbed Harry's hands and they began to jump around together, laughing and fumbling over their own feet.

To anyone walking by the scene would appear awkward, their dancing way off and not at all suitable for the song, but to them it was normal. They were doing what came naturally--Laughing, having fun.

The song ended--too quickly it seemed-- and a familiar guitar strumming filled the air. Both boys slowed down to a sway, breaths heavy.

As Harry realized what song it was, he was suddenly far to consious of how Louis's hands felt in his own. Their laughter died down and Harry felt the urge to flee, quick and fast.

Louis's blue eyes bore into Harry's as he bit his lip, stepping closer. His hands dropped to the younger lads waist.

"Give me love like her,

Cos' lately I've been waking up alone..."

Harry let his arms wrap around Louis's neck as they moved to Ed's melodic voice.

"Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,

Told you I'd let them go."

Louis let his head fall into the crook of Harry neck as the space between their bodies disappeared. Their bodies moved in sync, both boys exhaling the others scent, both dwelling on the fact that they were slow dancing with each other.

"And that I'll fight my corner, 

And that tonight I'll call you-  

After my bloods turns into alcohol.  

No I just wanna hold you.

Give a little time to me,  

We'll burn this out.  

We'll play hide and seek,

To turn this around.  

All I want is the taste that your lips allow..." 

As the chorus flooded into their ears Harry thought to himself how insane this was. Harry styles dancing with Louis Tomlinson. Why did that unleash a fury of butterflies into his gut? Why did he want to run, yet his heart beged him to stay put, in Louis's warm embrace?

Something was off about the way Louis had his hands on Harry's waist, the way Harry had his arms tightly hooked around Louis's neck, as his fingers lazily twisted Louis's silky locks. Something that sent jolts down both boys spines. Something that had gone unsaid, an un acted upon.

Louis wanted to change that.

He opened his mouth to speak just as he music cut off, pulling Harry out of his music induced state. He quickly unraveled his arms from around Louis's neck and and took a step back.

He smiled weakly, and scrambled to pick up his broom.

Before either of them could even process what had just happened, Harry began to sweep again, passing the broom over the already-clean floors.