Helpless (( Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction ))

Chapter Six - Live While We're Young

Live While We're Young - Harry's PoV

     I sat the plate - which contained breakfast - down on the table in front of Louis, watching as his hungry eyes scanned over the food.  I smirked to myself, plopping down in the seat across from him with a simple cup of tea in my hand.  I wasn't really hungry, and I probably would have went to watch something on the telly if Louis' eating didn't always spark an interest in me.  Maybe it was how he chewed, and the way his jaw flexed with the movements; or perhaps it was just the way his blue eyes were always distracted, and he picked at his food in utter silence.  Louis glanced up at me, quirking an eyebrow in question as he caught me staring at him.  I blushed, glancing down at my hands that were rubbing up and down along my thighs nervously.

Louis just laughed it off, waving his hand and finishing his breakfast.  I got up, snatching up his plate and dropping it into the sink before he could protest.  Flashing the older boy a grin, I scurried off in the direction of the living room and plopped down onto the sofa without further evaluation of my surroundings.  A minute later, Louis appeared in the doorway and collapsed down ontop of my body.  I groaned, grasping his shoulders and attempting to shove him off.  "Get off."  I muttered.

"Aw, don't be grumpy, Hazza."  Louis grinned, moving to sit up on my thighs.  I rolled my eyes, licking my lips and desperately making the effort to not think of how hot Louis looked right now.  "Let's go out tonight."  He suddenly offered, raising his eyes to meet my intense green ones.

"Go out?  Where?"  I questioned, crossing my arms behind my head and observing the older lad.

"I'unno..."  Louis muttered, creasing his eyebrows into a frown before lighting back up again, "How about we go out and see a movie or something?"  He asked shyly, glancing up at me from underneath his eyelashes.  I almost melted right there, and I could feel my stomach flutter with nervous butterflies.

"U-uhm... sure.  Like... like a date?"  I stammered, staring at him with wide, innocent eyes.  He let out a chuckle, patting my knee and nodding.

"Yes, like a date.  I'll go see what movies are playing."  Louis said, jumping up to his feet and scurrying out of the room; leaving me in a daze.

     I licked my lips, capturing my bottom one and chewing on his nervously as I gave myself a once-over in the mirror.  Louis had decided on the movie "The Possession", and we were supposed to be there by 7.  I sighed, glancing at the bedside clock which read 6:38 PM.  Glancing back over at my outfit, I furrowed my eyebrows.  I was wearing tight black jeans, a green t-shirt, and a blue plaid shirt over top.  Ruffling my dried, chocolate curls, I swept them to the side and finished myself off a pair of black raybands as well as white converse.

As I plodded off down the steps, I came face-to-face with a jaw-dropping scenery.  Louis was wearing skinny black jeans as well, but he also was wearing a tight blue shirt that buttoned up.  His cuffs were drawn back to the edge of his elbows, and he was wearing black raybands along with a pair of blue TOMs.  I swallowed thickly, the saliva somehow catching in my throat as my green eyes raked up and down the older boy's body.  God, he was trying to kill me - I swear.

"Wakey-wakey, Haz.  We need to go if we're gonna catch the movie."  Louis teased, snapping his fingers in front of my face and grabbing my hand.  He pulled us towards his car, starting the ignition and beginning the journey down the winding roads.  I stared blankly out the window, still chewing harshly on my lip until I was sure I'd almost split it in half.  "Hey."  I turned my attention towards the older lad who was casting me worried glances, "Stop biting your lip, Curly.  You're going to make it bleed."  Lifting his hand, he brushed his fingers along my bottom lip; making me drop it from its grasp between my teeth.  He grinned, glancing back out at the road and dropping his hand to my thigh.