If Walls Could Talk >Larry Stylinson<

If Walls Could Talk

"Wanna go out tonight?" Louis asks, plopping down on his bed and looking at Harry expectantly.

"Can't. I have a big exam tomorrow that I have to study for," Harry responds, laying down beside his roommate on his stomach, using his arms to hold his chest off the bed. They originally came into the room because it is where the Xbox lives however it seems like that had fallen by the wayside, and they are just going to talk for a little while. Harry is perfectly okay with this development since talking to Louis is his most favourite thing to do.

"Ugh. I need to get laid. I haven't pulled in months," Louis pouts, his firm pink bottom lip turning down. Harry kind of wants to bite it. He has wanted to bite it since the moment he laid eyes on his roommate two years ago. They had been randomly paired in student housing together and became fast friend. Best friends, even. After they had gotten out of student housing, they'd decided to find a place together with their other friends Liam and Niall. There had only been one problem with that scenario, though. Harry may or may not be in love with Louis since the very first month.

"Hey, I've offered like a thousand times," Harry says, allowing a smirk to take over his features. To be fair, he has. He has been hitting on Louis since day one. There is just something so magnetic and lovely about his best friend. Harry would have died for his cheekbones alone from the very first second. Getting to know him was just the nail in Harry's falling-in-love-with-his-best-friend coffin, so Harry is doomed to spend the rest of his days being in love with someone who is pretty much untouchable.

"I'm straight, Haz. You know this," Louis sighs, blue eyes finding Harry's. Yeah. Yeah. Harry knows this. He may as well have it tattooed on the inside of his fucking eyelids at this point. That doesn't mean he shouldn't try though. Right? What could be harm in trying? Nobody has ever gotten anything from just sitting on their arse and doing nothing except maybe stupidly rich kids. Harry is not one of those, though.

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it," Harry reasons, smacking Louis on the shoulder, prompting him to laugh. His laugh dies down suddenly, and he looks as if he is deep in thought. Harry would know that look anywhere, he practically has it memorised from their late night study sessions. Louis' blue eyes are cast down. He is fiddling with his fingers, and his mouth is scrunched into a tight pout. Harry waits. He knows Louis better than he knows himself even. Louis will say whatever he is thinking when he is ready.

"Why do you offer when you know I'm straight?" Louis asks, looking at Harry with curious eyes. Harry is confused by the question for a second. Usually he just gets turned down, but this, this is new. He thinks about it for a few moments, feeling like his answer may be a turning point. He decides to go with the truth, knowing that Louis will appreciate that.

"I think everyone is a little bit gay, they just need to find the right person," Harry tells him, and it is true. Harry could be that person for Louis. He just knows it. Louis just needs to give him a fucking chance. He knows he could change his mind, given a chance.

"I am almost positive I'm straight. I have never had any type of sexual attraction to a guy," Louis says, but Harry doesn't miss the way he looks Harry's long body and up and down, his eyes just a shade darker while doing so. Is Louis actually thinking about this? Harry almost doesn't want to believe it. He doesn't want to get his hopes up. This moment seems pivotal. Like he is playing a game of poker and his whole life is on the line. One wrong move, one wrong bluff, and he could lose it all.

"You've never tried it, so how would you know? Could change your life," Harry says with another smirk. He needs this to be Louis' idea though. He needs Louis to want this as much as he does. He would never forgive himself if Louis even thought he had seduced him in any way. He just thinks Louis can't make a decision about men until he tries one out, that's all. The one man being Harry, of course. He's looking out for Louis in this, really. Louis appears to be considering his words, weighing the pros and cons in his head. Louis, if nothing else, is logical.