More Than This (the bromance of Harry and Louis)

Longing...

CHAPTER 9

(Jean's POV)

I ran away crying, as fast as I could back to my house. When I got in my room, I slammed the door shut behind me and dived for my bed.

Louis just kissed me. How could he have done that? What would Harry say if he finds out? But then again, as much as I wish we were, Harry and I aren't official yet. He's not my boyfriend. I don't have the rights to go crying to him because a guy just kissed me... but I can't help but to feel guilty.

I still remember how the kiss felt. I can't help but to compare it with the kiss I shared with Harry, but it was hard. Both were an oblivion, both were magical, but both were also very different.

Harry's kiss was something I've been dreaming of for years. It was like something out of a fairytale, from my prince charming, who I've been waiting for for my entire life.

Louis', on the other hand, was surprising. I mean, I was also surprised with Harry, but Louis came off shocking. Something I've never imagined before. Like I was waiting for my prince charming to rescue me, yet it was the knight in shining armor who did.

I remembered showering, then dressing up, then returning to my bed to sulk again, until I heard a knock on the door. I ran down the stairs, two steps at a time, and found myself facing Harry. 

He immediately hugged me tight when he saw me. I couldn't help but smile to myself. But when we broke off, my heart sank.

It looked like he just stopped crying. His eyes were a bit red and puffy.

"What happened?" I said, worried.

"Its Louis, he's been missing for hours!"

I felt a huge lump in my throat. "What? For how long?" I managed to say. Man, how long was I crying in my room?

"About..." he checked his watch. "6 hours?"

 6 hours? Damn. "But- but a person can only be reported missing if he's been gone for at least 24 hours,"

 "Who takes a walk for 6 hours?" he panicked. "Do you know where he could possibly be? He hasn't talked to you yet, has he?"

 The lump in my throat got bigger. What should I say? 'Oh yeah! I remembered! I saw your best mate this morning and he just kissed me! Funny, right? I don't know what happened to him next,' Shit just got real.

 I stared into his eyes and he really looked worried. I knew I could never lie to him. But I could never tell him the truth, either.

 "N-no I haven't seen him,"

 "Can you help me, then? I'm just worried sick about him,"

 He looked sincere, like he's really gonna die if he doesn't find Louis. Now I totally understand Larry Stylinson.

 I followed Harry back to his own flat and found the rest of the boys around the living room. Liam was pacing around, Zayn stood by the counter talking to someone on the phone, and Niall was just lying on the couch. That little couch potato!

 "Welcome to the search and rescue party!" Niall said, standing up with arms up on the air.

 "Niall, this isn't funny," Liam said with a straight face, but turned around and I saw him grinning.

 "I just got off the phone with Paul," Zayn said. "He was checking up on us, I said we are all fine, but I didn't tell him about Lou just yet,"

 "You better not, or he might just freak out more than Hazza, if that was even possible!" Niall said.