I Love Everything About You (Sequel) (Larry Stylinson)COMPLETED

Chappy Seven

_Harry_

"I'm so stupid Z, what was I thinking?"

"Dude, it's not your fault. Just tell Lou what happened. He's...well, not the most sensible person, but he'll understand if you explain it to him! Both of you are hurting for no reason- and not to be insensitive, but it's awkward as hell for the rest of us. We've kind of just been left to our own devices the last two days..." Zayn replied rationally.

I sighed. God he was right. I had been thinking of no one but Louis for the last two days- obviously this wasn't going to be easy on the other four members of One Direction.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, getting up off of his really comfy couch.

"Where you going?" He asked, walking me to the door.

"To go talk to him again." I answered. I procrastinated going back to our flat, knocking on Niall's door first to check in. Unfortuneately, there was a post it note on his door telling me that he had gone to Nando's with Liam. Great- there goes my second stop.

When I got home again, I followed the sound of laughing to the den, where Lou was watching Friends. I must have made a noise, because he looked back, smiling at me and waving.

"Hey Harry, wanna watch this?" He asked, pointing over to the couch. There were so many things wrong with this situation, and yet, to anyone else, it would seem like everything was perfectly normal again- which it definitely wasn't.

The day after our horrible bust of an anniversary, I had woken up extremely early (we're talking like 9 a.m. here) to clean the house and make lunch for my Loubear when he woke up, so we could talk about this, so I could apologize a million times and hope it was enough. Except, he hadn't come down. Not even once. I didn't even hear him go take a piss for God's sake. Needless to say I was incredibly nervous. How badly had I hurt him? I know Louis was extremely sensitive underneath all the jokes and bravado.

The day after that- today- he was... like this. We had a normal lunch conversation, which was tense on my part at least, because I wasn't expecting that, and then we watched some tv, just as he was offering now. Except....it was like a completely different experience.

First of all, Louis was never that calm when he saw one of us- me especially. The usual Louis would have come whipping out of the den and had tackled me, or shouted or...something.

Secondly, he didn't call me Harry- like, ever. Only when he was trying to be serious, or when we were in public or...I dunno, but hearing the word Harry come out of his mouth right now...made it perfectly clear to me that we were not alright.

The next thing that was wrong with this picture was that Louis Tomlinson didn't usually ask me to do something. It was more like "HAZZA- We're watching this now!" And I was the same way. Whatever one of us was doing, it was simply natural that the other would be doing. That's how it worked with us. We didn't ask.

Fourthly (was that even a word?), Louis pointed over to the couch- because he was sitting on the one seater. Louis was a snuggler- he didn't do the one seater. He didn't usualy point where he wanted me to sit, because he wanted me glued to him all the time. It was...unnatural, weird, and quite frankly terrifying that Louis didn't want me next to him.

The last, and final thing that was wrong was that smile he had been giving me all day, and the fact that the only laughter in the room was that automated stuff on screen. Usually the first thing you heard when Lou was watching Friends was him above all else- he thought this show was the best thing since sliced bread, honestly. And that smile he was giving me now- the one that was wavering because I was taking so long to answer- was the same one I got at lunch when I woke up, and throughout the rest of the day. It was so fake, and lopsided, and painful looking. It didn't reach his eyes- it barely reached his lips! I wanted to run over there and hug him.