Helpless (( Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction ))

Chapter Ten - One Life Stand [Part ⅓]

One Life Stand - Louis' PoV ((Warning: Partial sexual content))

     After the lot of us had finished our breakfast, I slowly rose to my feet and silently dodged out of the kitchen towards Harry and I's bedroom.  Shutting the door, I clambered up onto the bed and tucked myself under the sheets.  I really just wanted to sleep away all this drama, and maybe I could if it wasn't for Harry who must have followed me, because a minute later the mattress dipped down.  A body hovered over my hunched one and I flicked my eyes up to meet those familiar shamrock-green ones.  Flipping myself onto my back, I stretched my legs down so that Harry was now settled between them, "Hi."  I breathed, my heartbeat picking up from its position in my chest.  Reaching up to pat away the curly locks on the boy's head, I brushed some to the side so that I revealed the majority of his face now, "You really need a hair cut, Haz."  I mused, a smirk tugging itself up across my lips.  Harry rolled his eyes, settling his hands down on either side of my face to prop himself up.

"Shut up, Lou.  I know."  He muttered, nudging our noses together.  I grinned, tangling my fingers in with his mob of chocolate hair.

"Don't be rude, sweetcheeks."  I smirked.

"Ngh."  Harry grumbled a string of incoherent words, leaning down to crush our lips together tightly.  Laughing lightly into the kiss, I massaged at his scalp and moved our lips together before pulling back- trapping a dribble of saliva from falling off the other boy's bottom lip.  He flicked his eyes open, bringing a hand up to brush the pad of his thumb along my cheekbone.  Tracing my cheek to down across my jawline, Harry's pinkish lips retracted back into a small smile.

"I really wish I could do this..."  I trailed off, glancing down at our intertwined limbs and blinking blankly.

"Do what?"  Harry asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.  Staring up into his dark, wild green eyes, I licked my lips slowly and sighed- leaning my head down against the soft pillow.

"This.  Us."  I replied gently, releasing a hand from his hair and running it down along his spine.  Grasping at his hip, I rolled us over so our body positions were flipped.  Draping my body over Harry's, I rested my forehead against his chest and sighed deeply, "I wish I were good enough for you.  I wish I could make you happy.  I wish I wasn't such a coward."  I croaked out, blinking away the tears threatening to fall over the edge of my eyes.

"Shh, no, Loubear.  You're perfect to me.  I told you I was fine with going at your pace."  He cooed, running the tips of his fingers down across his back in mindless patterns.  I shook my head, my nose bumping against his ribcage.

"No, I mean... I want you to be more than fine.  I want you to be happy with a girl, so you can have kids... grow up normally.  Not have to hide."  I whispered.

"Louis, please don't start with this.  Please, just don't..." Harry drew in a shaky breath, tightening his grip on my lower back and flushing our bodies together, "I don't want anyone else.  I want you."  He promised.

I drew my head back to stare into his bright, emerald eyes that were clouded with worry.  "Okay.  I'm sorry."  Whispering delicately, I pressed my face into the crook of his neck under his chin, "I want you too."  I admitted, letting my eyelids flutter closed against the Cheshire boy's porcelain skin.

"Good."  I could feel his smile as he continued to just hold me close to his chest.  Twisting to the side, I wrapped my arms around his long torso and draped my one leg across his thighs.  I kept my eyes closed, breathing in and out steadily as I thought.  Perhaps now would be a good time to show Harry how much he meant to me?  Was I ready for that sort of intimacy with another boy?  Maybe not with anyone else, but perhaps with Harry.  It would take my mind off things, and maybe it would even help heal me.  It should.  I chewed on my bottom lip, furrowing my eyebrows into a small frown.  I was still scared that it had been Harry whom had revealed my secret to the world, but I just couldn't see him doing that to anyone - especially me.  I'm his best friend and lover.  He wouldn't do that to me.  Right?  Well, technically I'm not his lover yet.