Make A Wish •larry stylinson•

IX• Don't Go

This story will have roughly 14-17 chapters if I timed everything correctly.

My writing gets sucky towards the end, sorry. I have no experience in, erm.. That. & I have so many run-on sentences.

But YOU GUYS ARE GONNA LOVE IT. OK.

I didn't edit this cos I'm being lazy, but um... Enjoy!Xx

Harry did not have a fear of thunder or lightning, but even he was forced to admit that as lightning illuminated his bedroom and thunder split through the air, a chill of shivers ran down his spine.

His initial thoughts went straight to Louis, knowing that his mate was admittedly afraid of storms. Grabbing hold of his duvet, he slid out of bed, jumping as another row of thunder struck.

The hallways leading to the older lads room were eerily dark and Harry found himself quickening his pace every second.

He chose not to knock, instead quickly turning the knob and stealing a glance behind him into the darkness before scuttling into Louis's room. He shut the door behind him, and looked around the room.

It wasn't dark, for the light from the tv, laptop, and the lightning from outside lit the room up slightly.

In the enormous bed that Louis kept to himself, the messy haired boy sat huddled in his blankets. Shivers shot through his body every time the familiar sound of whistling wind hit his window. He was scared as fuck, to say bluntly, and he thought Harry would never show up.

"Harry," Louis said, his bottom lip trembling as his eyes began to sting with tears. He was a wuss, that was something he knew very well. He didn't mind saying it aloud, he had always been a very honest person. But the only person he really let comfort him in his fits of fear was Harry and Eleanor.

Harry crawled into the bed with Louis, dragging his own duvet behind him. He snuggled up to him, the muted images on the tv screen making it possible for Harry to see Louis's frightened face. "Louis, it's okay," he soothed. He wrapped his arms around the frightened boy pulling him close as they came face to face.

"Don't cry," He whispered as his thumb wiped away a stray tear.

"I'm such a baby," Louis laughed bitterly, sniffing in air and focusing his eyes on Harry. His dimples were showing, and Louis felt himself eyeing his lips and licking his own.

"No you're not. You're just... Sensitive." Harry smiled.

"Sensitive?" Louis pouted.

Harry laughed and tightened his grip on Louis's waist as he looked into his eyes. "Yes, sensitive. It's quite cute actually."

A rosy blush crept up Louis's cheek, and Harry followed, dipping his head down shyly. Louis's hand crept up to Harry's chin, his fingers gently lifting his head up.

Harry's breath hitched as Louis leaned closer to him, his hot breath hitting Harry's face and making him shudder.

"Harry," Louis mumbled, his eyes never leaving the younger lads lips.

"Yes, Louis?"

"Can I try something?"

Harry couldn't even speak, so he nodded. He was fearful of what was to happen next, but his mind was nagging him to just say yes. Louis kept creeping closer, until he was so close that their noses were touching nervously.

Louis reached up and grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair as he let his lips hover dangerously close. Harry shut his eyes as Louis's lips nudged against his own, just barely touching.

That small bit of connection, that small touch of lip on lip, sent a shock of thousands of different emotions shooting through both boys. Louis pressed his lips harder against Harry's, cupping his cheek with the hand that wasn't caressing his brunette curls.

What was he doing? Why was he kissing his bestfriend? Why was he liking it?

To these questions he had no answer, all he knew was that it felt so right. The chapped pink lips against his, although unmoving, were like nothing he'd ever experienced. Not like Eleanor, not like Hannah, not like anyone. Harry was different. No words could describe the high Louis felt as he kissed Harry, his lips pleading to be kissed back.

"Harry," Louis moaned. "Kiss me back..."

Harry shivered under Louis's lips, his mind frantically trying to decide what to do. God, it felt so good but it was more than wrong. It was disgusting-- disgusting because Louis was in a long term relationship. He had been here before in his own relationship, and the outcome was worse then he could explain. Louis loved Eleanor far more than Harry loved Adela-- so what would become of them?

On the other hand, as Louis's lips caressed his, all the sadness that had been clouding him over the past few months was suddenly gone, and the more of Louis he tasted, the better he felt.

Harry felt himself delicately moving his lips against Louis's letting his emotions take control, for once not worrying about the outcome because in this moment he was happy.

In the heat of the moment Louis found himself deepening the kiss, his teeth lightly grazing Harry's bottom lip, gaining a groan out of him. Harry's hand trailed under Louis's shirt, his fingertips dancing on the skin.

As Louis explored Harry's mouth he found that the younger boy tasted like peppermints and coffee, a fusion he found delectable. His hands moved all over as he squeezed closer.

Just as Harry's fingertips began to lift Louis's over this body, a crackle of thunder shot through the air, sending both boys shooting up.

Both paired with swollen lips and hot cheeks, they panted for breath as they avoided eye contact.

"I--" They both stuttered at the same time. Louis closed his mouth and glanced at Harry.

"I'm.. Sorry I... You... I'll just... Go," He stuttered, grabbing his duvet with shaking hands and begining to get up.

A hand reached out and snatched Harry's wrist. He followed the arm up to Louis's pleading eyes. "No, Harry... Please, I'm sorry... Don't go."

Harry saw fear in those eyes, and he remembered that Louis was still afraid of storms, and he was still his bestfriend.

So he wrapped his duvet around his body and sank into the bed beside Louis, trying his hardest to convince himself that he hadn't just felt the best feeling in the world.