Never Knew I Needed - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 18

[A/N]: Well this chapter has some swearing! Just a heads up! I was apparently in a swearing mood today. Otherwise there's really no point in this authors note aside from thanking you guys' for sticking with meh :D So... yeah! Thank you! So much! I love you all :D It's kind of blowing my mind that I'm on chapter 18 now... Oh! P.S! The P.O.V change will come shortly! We don't wanna overload on Louis' feelings...

Harry somehow slept nearly all day. I'd figured he was tired considering the day before's stressful events, but after about an hour, when my arms were falling asleep from holding the curly boy on my lap, I gently slid him onto the couch and got up to be bored around the flat. I forced Niall to keep me entertained in the least noisiest ways possible. We played cards, I beat him down with a dish towel, and I finally got bored with seeing him, so I made him watch Harry while I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth.

Around lunch I became concerned that the sleeping lad wasn't going to get enough nutrients, but Niall told me to shut up and make food. So I poured a box of macaroni down his pants. I was surprised that Harry didn't wake up at that point considering Niall yelped and then tackled me to the tile floor. Eventually, Niall had to go back to his flat and get ready for his weekend night shift job. After Niall left I simply sat in the recliner and examined the sleeping boy in the less creepiest way possible.

He truly is beautiful, I thought to myself. I had no idea how I could have denied the fact before. His chocolate curls spilled around his pale face, he had a sleepy pinkness to his cheeks, and his pouty lips were parted slightly.  Deciding he looked cold, I retrieved my comforter from my bed and draped it gently over him. I slumped back into the recliner and stared at the ceiling a bit. I didn't wanna turn on the telly and risk waking the younger lad, so I sat in the silence of the flat and tried to take a nap myself.

Just as I was drifting off, the door to the flat opened. My eyes snapped open to find Zayn hanging up his coat and kicking off his shoes.

"I'm so glad its Saturday," he groaned.

"Shh," I hushed him, pointing to the sleeping boy. "What time is it?"

"4 o'clock, and guess who doesn't have to work tomorrow?" he responded, but quieter this time.

"Me," I chuckled.

"You never have to work, you piece of-"

"Hey now," I interrupted him. "You're being very hostile right now. It was just a simple fact."

"I'll sit on your curly boy," he threatened.

"I'll beat you senseless," I shot back, starting to rise to my feet. "He's clearly sleeping. Leave the poor kid alone."

"I'm amused how you didn't deny it when I called him yours," Zayn chuckled. "You totally like him."

"I know," I shrugged. "I love the kid."

Zayn, who had been walking to sit on the love seat, froze and gave me a look of disbelief, "Wait, what?"

"I love him," I repeated.

"I think I'm dreaming," he lightly smacked himself in the face. "Louis Tomlinson just said he loved someone. Louis Tomlinson is supposed to hate everyone!"

"If that's the case, then you'll really get a kick out of this," I smirked, amused by Zayn's reaction. "I love him as more than a friend."

"You-?!" Zayn yelped. "You mean like... you're gay?"

"Just for Harry," I shrugged, stepping closer to the sleeping curly boy and gently stroking his curls.

"I KNEW YOU WERE HARRY-SEXUAL!" he bellowed, sprinting forward to pick me up in a bone crushing hug.