Maybe I Even Love You - Larry Stylingson

Chapter 1 - Lock the door next time.

*Louis' POV*

Dreaming

I'm on a beach, laying on a large towel. The gentle waves sometimes splashing against my feet, tickling them.

I'm staring at the stars, not wanting to look at Harry... he's only wearing swimming trunks.

Harry's head is rested on my shoulder, our bodies propped up by our elbows, mine taking most of the weight.

He lets out a happy and content sigh, before laying down completely, getting sand in his curls. I glance over at him, and become mesmerised by those beautiful curls and emerald eyes.

My eyes examine his face for the millionth time, and eventually focus on his lips. Those beautiful, pink lips that make me want to kiss them so badly.

Ugh... what was that? Was that a dream?? Why did that have to be a dream.... it's not uncommon that I get dreams like that about Harry. I know I like him... love him, even. But he can't know that, he's straight, and I'm supposed to be too.

I turn over my phone to see that it's 6am. I'm never up this early, I should go back to sleep.

But I can't, I'm too distracted by that dream. That would be wonderful if that happened, but I know it won't.

I sigh and get out of bed, not wanting to. It's too warm and lovely, but I can't sleep, not now. I realise I'm not wearing anything and get a pair of boxers and joggers from my dresser.

I slip them on and quietly open my door, and head down the hallway to my bathroom. I switch on the shower, and let it warm up whilst I take off the few clothes I'm wearing, realising that the joggers aren't mine, and that they're Harry's. Oh well, he won't notice.

I step under the hot water and wake myself up properly, thinking about what day it is, and what we're doing today. It's Saturday, and I think we have a meeting or something, can't remember.

My thoughts drift to Harry's beauty as I pick up the shampoo bottle and pour some onto my hand, before massaging it into my hair. I think about Harry's curly locks, emerald eyes, cute dimples.... and rosy pink lips.

Oh how bad I want him to be mine.

But I can't have that, he's straight, and so am I.

Before I realise, I've turned off the water and I'm out of the shower, drying off my clean body. I put the boxers back on (I was only wearing them for like, two minutes, it's fine) and brush my teeth.

As I'm gathering my wet towel and Harry's joggers, I hear the door creak open. Oops... didn't lock it.

Harry stands in the open doorway, looking very tired, but also shocked to see me there in just my underwear.

*Harry's POV*

"L-Lou..." I stuttered, not knowing what to say. Oh my god his body... he's so hot. Calm DOWN Harry, he's your friend, he's your friend.

"Yep, that's my name." There was his cheeky reply, oh how I love those. A smirk is firmly planted on his face.

I roll my eyes sarcastically, still not really not knowing what to say.

"You.... didn't lock the door."

"I realise that now, Haz. I couldn't sleep so I came to get a shower, obviously I was too tired to lock the door, I dunno."

"Well, I need the loo. You done in here?"

"Yep, all yours, I'll go... get dressed."

I nodded and stepped back so he could leave, spotting my joggers in his hand.

"Hey, they're mine!" I half-shouted. I tried to sound intimidating, but it's quite hard when you've not even slept a wink.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realise." He said with a smirk. "Can I wear them today?"

"Fine. It's not like they're my favourite anyway." I replied sarcastically. They are my favourite pair of jogging bottoms, that's where they went.

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We have a THEIF in the household i repeat a THEIF. his name is louis tomlinson, and please don't hurt him or his feelings, or i will get Kevin to find a reason you can go to jail. thankyou.

-Dan