Never Knew I Needed - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 13

[A/N]: Oh hi there! Have you forgotten how the mind of our dear friend Harry works? Cause I almost have! Let's go back into it, yeah? Chapter 13! On the 13th! Niall's birthday! (Or at least thats the date I'm writing this authors note. No promises on when it'll be posted. Yeah. Anyway... AWAAAY!

[Harry's P.O.V]

Wherever I had fallen asleep was quite pleasant. It was soft and warm, and it smelled absolutely delicious. Not in an eating sense, exactly... just a scent that made me want to bury my face closer. So I did. Whatever smelled so delicious had a soft cottony feel on my face. Suddenly, finger like objects found their way into my hair, lightly massaging my scalp and playing with my curls.

"Aww!" someone gushed suddenly.

Both me and my pillow jumped. I was snapped out of my sleepy state, pushing myself up onto my elbow in confusion. I found myself looking up into the face of Louis. Letting out a surprised yelp, I wiggled backwards, fell right off his lap, and landed on the floor.

"Look what you did, Payne!" Louis snapped at him before offering me a hand up.

"Well I couldn't help it! You guys were so cute! Louis Tomlinson... cuddling!" Liam chuckled as he walked into the kitchen, but Louis simply rolled his eyes.

I felt my cheeks darken as I took his hand and he pulled me into a standing position. I was a straight guy. Who had just cuddled on the couch with another straight guy. A straight guy that I'd only known for about six days who had hated me for the first three. But for some stupid reason, with Louis, I would just subconsciously cross the simple border between friend and lover... and I wasn't even sure if we were friends sometimes. I mean, I wanted to be... I liked Louis.

"I should probably get ready for work," I mumbled, walking towards the hall so they couldn't see the blush in my cheeks that was refusing to leave.

"Help yourself to my dresser and closet," Louis said through a yawn.

I slipped into Louis' room and carefully looked through his dresser. It felt like a jeans and t-shirt day. I'd just make it a nice jeans and nice t-shirt day. I was just a shelf-stocker, anyway. So I pulled out a pale blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans, stripped down to to boxers, and carried my dirty clothes towards the utility room.

As I walked towards the living room to put on my clothes, Liam came into the hall, took one look at me, and gave me a look somewhere between being startled and confused. I nonchalantly patted his shoulder as I passed him.

As I walked into the living room, Louis stood in the kitchen eating a granola bar. He raised an eyebrow, "You like being naked then, yeah?"

"Yeah. But I'm still wearing boxers. Not exactly naked..." I shrugged as I tugged on the jeans, jumping a little to pull them up. Louis chuckled at my actions, and I froze in the middle of buttoning the pants, "What?"

"You just remind me of a baby antelope... or some kind of frolicking little creature," he shrugged.

"Baby? Little? I'm neither of those things!" I pulled the shirt over my head before walking up to him. "In fact, I'm pretty much taller than you!"

"Height means nothing!" he declared, standing on his tippy toes so that he could look down at me. "I'm still two years older."

"Age is just a number," I pointed out before stealing his half eaten granola bar off the counter.

"I hope you know my saliva is all over that," he tried to make a jab for my cheek, but I ducked his finger.

"Delicious!" I took a savage bite and flashed him a smile.