Guardian Angel: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 7: Family Tides

Louis' Pov.

"Hazza." I moaned, softly, as he continued to marinade my neck in his saliva. Biting and licking. He was on top and there wasn't much room on this couch. Basically, we've spent all morning having a make out session. I've never thought being with another guy would feel quite like this; I wouldn't say there's much of a difference than being with a girl; however, there are a few exceptions such as his aggressiveness, me not being in control. His hands are rather large, compared to mine and those alone could probably send me into ecstasy with even the simplest touch.

He came to a stop, though still hovered over me. Analyzing me. I cuffed his face, staring into his eyes, scanning his delicacy. His skin was very smooth and the dimples were an extra, amazing factor. His curls seemed more thick and full today than most days. "So, I was thinking." He stopped mid-sentence, took my hand in his, then kissed it. "I was wondering if you would like to go see Liam's parents today. Just to see how they're doing."

"I would love to." Honestly, we haven't seen, nor spoken to, our parents much, since Liam's passing; it's like we've cut ourselves off from everyone; however, not intentionally. I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea to check on them every once and a while. They're having a hard time with this like any of us and we should take that into consideration. Harry stood up, then helped me to my feet. I was a little unease, trying to balance myself, after have been laying down half of the day. He cuffed me by the chin, then pressed his lips to mine one more time. It was quick, yet never losing its' passion.

"I'll be in the shower." He shot me a wink, then made his way upstairs. I collided with the couch, caught in the essences of his love. I was blushing as if my life depended on it. I could feel the slight stings of the love bites occupying my neck area. Getting them felt great, but I'm sure the visionary aspect was a different story. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I dug into it, coming to a notification across my screen.

"Hi, Lou. I miss you x" - Zayn

Instantly, I started smiling. It's been a couple of days since we've last heard from Zayn and it was nice to know he was thinking of me. There's still days, moments, where I feel weak and almost ready to give in; Harry keeps those thoughts in check - in the shadows. Zayn is the person I confide in the most, especially when it comes to things that have to do with Harry and I, or management. Now, he's way back in Bradford and texts and calls weren't the same as face-to-face conversations. He's understanding, that much I know; however, until he feels better, then I wouldn't pressure him to come back.

"I miss you too, mate. Are things going well?" - Louis

He responded a few seconds later.

"Things have been consistent, though I wish I was with you guys." - Zayn

"Well, you know you're more than welcome to always come back :)" - Louis

"I love you x. - Zayn

"I love you too." - Louis

A tear fell down to my phone screen and I wiped it away, seconds later. Besides my moment of tears yesterday, it's been a while since I've actually cried over the situation. I always feel like I'm progressing, then the day I hear from Zayn, or nights when I pass Liam's room, I almost lose it. I even have days where I look over old text conversations between me and the boys. So much has changed; even before Liam's passing, it's been a while since we've been unhappy. I guess we've always kept each other grounded. Being in the band was stressful. The music was what kept us together; the bonds and friendships we made. Sure, people can blame the contracts we're under, but we wouldn't dare have just left each other's sides. I slid my phone in my pocket, remembering our task of having to visit the Paynes, then made my way upstairs.