how to: steal someone's boyfriend. [larry stylinson] ✔️

eight | happy

Harry pushed past the people inside of the dormitory hallway while trying to get to his room, too pint up with emotions to have the decency to apologize. He couldn't believe that the boy he had been having thoughts about was someone he use to like when he was just a kid and that they use to know each other. There was no way in hell that Louis couldn't have already knew about this because Harry was known to be just a tad bit slower than the people around him.

Remembering that he forgot his key, Harry hit the door repeatedly with his fist, making sure that each noise was louder than the last just in case Louis was sleeping. He was causing a scene from what he could tell since people were glaring at him and growing angry, but who cared? Definitely not him. He heard feet softly padding towards the door, and it swung open to reveal a sleepy and disheveled Louis, which should not be legal. He didn't have anything on but his blue boxers that clung to his skin, and he was squinting from the light pouring out from behind Harry inside the hallway.

Harry immediately forgot about being mad at Louis and trying to confront him in an angry tone, and he tried to stutter out complete sentences but nothing came out. Louis raised his eyebrow with confusion while waiting for Harry to speak and leaned against the door, taking in Harry's appearance with a short grunt, noticing how messy he looked.

"Are you drunk?" asked Louis in a blunt tone so that Harry wouldn't be able to tell how he was feeling about it, but Harry was good at picking up stuff like this. He sounded a little sad, as if he expected Harry to at least have the decency to show up sober and not piss drunk with alcohol breath. A small part of the brain tried to get Harry to punch himself in the face for not staying here with Louis inside of his room for the whole night, but then he would just look insane. The party wasn't all that great anyways.

"Only a little." responded Harry, smiling when he realized that his voice didn't waver.

"Are you going to come in?" asked Louis, reminding Harry that he indeed lived here and should not be standing outside in the cold hallway where everyone could see. He walked inside of the room and looked around nervously, not knowing whether to confront Louis for leaving him alone after they kissed when they were kids or to be excited after seeing him again after years. Okay, I'm conflicted. "How was the party?"

Louis sat back on his bed and turned his lamp on so that the room wasn't as dark as it was before, rubbing his eyes in a way that Harry found extremely cute. Everything about Louis was cute, if that was not clear from his consistent thoughts.

"It wasn't as great as I expected it to be," replied Harry with a shrug of his shoulders, though it didn't seem like Louis believed him because of the way he was swaying from just standing up. Despite his doubts, Louis nodded with understanding and leaned his head against the white wall, and when he began to close his eyes Harry decided that this had to be now or never. "How long have you knew?"

The question caught him off guard, and Harry could tell by the pale stricken look on his face that he knew exactly what he was talking about. This brought him back to what happened an hour ago with Zayn and Liam in the bathroom at the party, but he decided that it would come up tomorrow morning when he wasn't drunk and everything could be discussed. He didn't want Louis having a major freak out and going to the party himself.

"When I helped you out in class, and the teacher was trying to catch you off guard." Harry felt a wave of stupidity hit him like a ton of bricks because how had he not known before him? I knew those piercing blue eyes were too familiar. "What made you remember?"

Harry bit his lip, knowing that he couldn't bring up the fact that it had something to do with seeing Zayn and Liam together in the same bathroom, so he shrugged and walked closer to Louis' bed while trying to maintain his balance. Being drunk was the hardest thing ever, and it wasn't easy when it came to driving neither- good thing the officers were shitty at doing their jobs in America, so he was able to get away with it.

"I have no idea, it just came to me." said Harry with a smile, finally remembering what he wanted to ask. "Why did you leave?"

"It honestly wasn't my decision." You were my first kiss.

The green eyed boy takes his time to stare at the back of Louis' head as he lies back down on the pillow at the edge of the bed, letting the memories flood through his mind about his time with Louis when they were just children. It's funny how it all wants to come back now.

"Do you want to talk about it?" questioned Harry hesitantly, but when Louis doesn't reply and stays silent he takes this as his cue to just go to his bed and sleep his drunken state off. Just as he's about to walk back to his bed, Louis mutters an 'uh' , making Harry turn around and grin at the fact that he wouldn't have to sleep alone tonight. He didn't want to have to go to bed knowing that him and Louis let the day off with a sour note, and he was sure that the other boy felt the exact same way.

"Can we cuddle?" is what Louis mutters, and Harry feels his cheeks turn red from the question because he's going to get to be next to Louis and hear every breath that comes out of his mouth. Now that he thinks about it, he does sound a little creepy and maybe took it a little too far with the breathing thing- but he as just a tad bit excited. "You don't have to-but I usually cuddle with zayn when I can't sleep and he's busy-"

Harry cut him off by removing his stained floral shirt and tossing it onto the carpeted floor, slipping into bed next to Louis in swift movements so that he wouldn't shake the bed. He gets comfortable on top of the covers before wrapping his arms around Louis' torso and pulling him closer to his body, knowing that he's getting way ahead of himself when he begins to sniff deeply, his nose hovering over Louis' feathered hair unintentionally.

Strawberries.

"Are you sniffing me, curly?" whispered Louis, his tone both playful and curious.

Harry doesn't think that he could ever be more embarrassed than he was now.

"You smell nice," Harry attempts to make the situation less awkward for himself, but Louis just laughs and just moves closer to the boy as if he didn't just do something really weird and creepy. There was silence and Harry could hear the steady breathing of the boy next to him only minutes later, making him pout because they didn't even finish their conversation. Was he asleep that quickly? "Louis?"

"Hm?" He sounds like a little kid who was just awaken by his mum and Harry wants to squeal.

"Can we have our mate date tomorrow?"

"Even though you're going to have a major headache?" he asks.

"It'll be worth it."

"Go to sleep, Harry." and so Harry did.