Perfect now (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 12

The next day

They were finally coming back from the game. Louis' team had won and everyone was excessively cheerful, though it was only nine in the morning. Louis was sitting next to Zayn meanwhile Harry and Nick were laughing a few rows behind them. Louis thought about how Harry was giggling again in a very unmanly manner. He knew what had happened. Nick had told him the lamest joke of all time and now they were bonding over it. Louis rolled his eyes and began tapping his phone against his lap, which Zayn noticed :

« Is something bothering you ?
- No. I'm just tired.
- We still have two hours to go, may as well sleep.
- Thanks for reminding me, Louis said almost in a whisper. »

He turned around and sent a last glare over Harry and Nick before closing his eyes and letting himself fall asleep against the bus' window. He got woken up by an ongoing chitchat and small giggles. Annoyed, he woke up at once and looked around him. Zayn must had fallen asleep as well since they were the only ones left at the back of the bus, the others hopping down. He woke his friend up and joined the others. Once everyone had left, Harry saw Louis, not far from him, sitting on his suitcase. He shoved his phone in his back pocket and walked up to him.

« You're alright ?
- Quite well.
- Good, Harry nodded slightly, turning his gaze away from those ocean blue eyes that made him lose all of his senses. Did it upset you ?
- What ? Louis said with his thick northern British accent.
- What I said about Nick.
- Course not.
- 'Kay. Well, I better head off then.
- Sure.
- You're waiting for someone or you need a ride ?
- As much as I hate to say this, I could use a ride actually. »

Harry did not let his enthusiasm show and just nodded slightly, leading him to his mother's car. As she saw Louis, her eyes widened and she grinned at who she thought was Harry's friend.

« Hello, sweetie. Where do you live ? she hugged him tightly to Louis' great surprise.
- He doesn't live far from where we are. I could walk him there.
- Let him talk, darling. So, what is your name, dear ? she said as she turned the car on.
- Louis, he answered, his cheeks turning pink from Anne's warmth.
- Beautiful ! So, what would you prefer ? she turned to him as the light went red.
- I guess he could walk me, Louis said nicely, trying to hide his fond smile away from Harry. »

The car went silent from then until Anne parked in Harry's driveway. They hopped off the car and Louis thanked Anne, waving at her as they were walking towards Louis'.

« You know that you don't actually have to walk me, Louis said sternly.
- I know. If don't want me to, I could ...
- It's fine, Louis cut him off. There's no one home, Louis pointed out.
- Is that so ? Harry smirked, facing his shoelaces. »

Louis chuckled. It was the first time his laugh was actually that genuine. The musicality of his voice echoed in Harry's mind, letting him die out of fond. As Louis opened the front door, he let Harry in and they both went straight to his room, without even thinking it through. But, this time, they did not kiss thoroughly and sloppily until one of them was enough and just left. They were laying on Louis' bed, their elbows touching causing goosebumps on their burning skin, watching a movie. At some point, they even laughed at one of the cues and turned to each other, their faces lighting up. Louis' phone rang in the middle of the movie. Harry turned to him only to watch him stand up and leave the room. He took the opportunity to tell his mother he would come home in a few and waited for Louis to come back. When he heard the bathroom's door unlock, he put the movie back on play :

« My parents aren't coming back tonight.
- Alright, well mine's probably waiting for me.
- Right. She's really nice by the way.
- Yes, she's the best, Harry smiled. »