He's Not Afraid || L.S AU

Chapter 21

Louis'POV

After Harry had left, I decide to go to bed early even though it's a Friday night.

Plopping down on one of the three bean bags, a light tapping noise from the window makes me walk over.

"Hi Liam," I open the window for him to hop inside my bedroom.

"Hey, so, how's your foot? I thought you weren't going to use them." Liam points to the crutches under my arms.

"Yeah...er, I changed my mind" I measly shrug at him, going back to the beanbags where Liam follows.
"Right." Liam says.

"Louis?" Liam calls, sitting down next to me.

"Hmm?" I absently pick at the loose thread on my pajama bottoms.

"Who was that guy that came out your front door about half an hour ago?"

"Do you stalk me?" I laugh, my voice unfortunately wavering. Did he notice?

"He's your boyfriend, isn't he?" Liam lightly teases, pinching my arm softly while I push him away with a grumble.

"Shut up!"

"What's his name?" Liam grins up at me like a meerkat.

"Harry Styles" I tell him, my cheeks feeling oddly warm.

"You got it bad" Liam's tone going lower throughout his sentence.

Then it occurs to me that I didn't technically tell Liam Harry isn't my boyfriend when deep, deep, deep down I want him to be.

"Liam," I say with a sigh, "Harry isn't my boyfriend."

"Oh." He says sadly.

"Yeah," I sigh again.

"Well, I can tell you definitely like him though," Liam tells me, "What makes you say that?" I ask the boy next to me.

He shrugs.

~*~

The next night arrives quicker than it normally would and that's when I hear the tapping noise of the window that's quite familiar. Groaning, I click on the home button of my phone that's by my head and check the time. It's half past one.

Why in the world is Liam waking me up at this ungodly hour? We literally saw each other a few hours ago.

Grumbling sleepily, I roll out of bed and lazily walk over to the cold window where...Harry is?

Harry?

Unlocking the window open, I purse my lips tightly. The lights from the streets lighting my room just a little bit, creating Harry's silhouette brighter.

"Harry?" I ask.

"Hey." He waves at me casually like it was an current thing sneaking into my window in the late night and early morning. He jumps inside my room without making any noise whatsoever. A cool breeze hitting my body that's covered apart from my feet.

"What are you doing here?!" I hiss at him, closing the door and locking it; something tells me he won't be exiting out of here. I'm not implying anything.

"I never said I was going to see you on Monday, now did I?" Harry smirks at me.

"So you sneak into my home in the middle of the night uninvited with what? A tight shirt with the top cut low? In autumn? Smirking like this damn king. Like, seriously." I exasperate.

"What can I say." His smirk dropping.  

"Why are you here?" I ask, fatigue washing out of me like a river.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" He says to me, deciding to sit on the end of my bed where the duvet isn't covering the mattress since I tend to move around a lot in my sleep. I once found myself on the floor one morning. Do not ask.

I walk to my bed too and slip inside with the duvet pushed aside. "Want to play twenty questions again?" Harry asks me, ignoring the dark room. My eyes have adjusted but I put on my glasses for good measure.

"Sure, um, when's your birthday?" I ask. "February 1st" he responds and I answer with a nod, mentally notting the fact.

"Who are your best friends?" That's an unusual question to ask but I answer nevertheless since I actually have friends. "My Mum and Niall and Liam."

"Is Liam your boyfriend or something?" Harry snaps hastily at me.

"Woah, relax. I just said he's one of my best friends. And why does it concern you anyway?"

Part of me wants to believe that he's secretly jealous but of cource that's just me imagining. Gosh, I feel like a thirteen year old girl gushing and glowing at her crush who is by the way, sitting only a few centimeters away from me and the pillows. (I have four pillows.)

"You didn't answer me." Harry's tone hardening. What's his problem?

"No, he isn't my boyfriend," I assure him thought I don't know why he's so consistent on knowing, "Why weren't you freaked out when my sister outed me out in front of your family as gay?"

I just want to know. It has been bugging me ever since. I mean, I thought he would spread the world to everyone at school, to be honest. I thought I'd get multiple names. I thought I'd be sent bruises and cuts. But I got kisses, blushing moments, witnessed Harry sing to me, learn more about him and have him sneak in my room to play a session of twenty question in the middle of the night.

"Because I don't care. It was none of my business and I accept you for who you are." Harry tells me, scooting closer to me so I could look into his eyes. I lean back and he carries on crawling over to me until I could feel his breath fanning my lips. This escalated. He clamps his eyes shut and...

"I don't want to be your fuck and chuck" I say, bitterness wavering in my voice.

Harry hovers over me, his eyes now open, seemingly bewildered at the cuss coming out of my mouth.

"W-what? Lou," Harry manages to blubber out.

"You know what, just carry on with your question." I push his chest making him fall back to his original place but the space between us now increased.

"What was the first thing you learned on the piano?" He asked his second question, confusion and a big of hurt swimming in his eyes. I don't get him. Is he gay? Or bi-curious? Why is he kissing me? Would he want to do itwith me?

"How To Save A Life by The Fray." I answer, "What are you afraid of?"

My comment now forgotten. For now, anyway. 

"Nothing."

"Oh c'mon, Styles. You're afraid of atleastsomething. Anything." I egg him on though I knew I'm gonna nowhere by the looks of his facial expression.

"Nothing." He repeats.

He furrows his eyebrows, in deep thought.

Then he opens his mouth.

"I'm afraid of falling in love."