Maybe I Even Love You - Larry Stylingson

Chapter 2 - What's wrong?

*Louis' POV*

As I poured out the two cups of tea, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey Hazza, you awake now?"

"Yea, you could say that." He said as a sigh came from him. Something is wrong. I know it.

"Everything alright?"

"Uh-huh" oh god. Now he's not even gonna tell me what's wrong... this must be bad, he always tells me about his problems.

"Hazza?" I turned to him and raised an eyebrow, telling him I know something's up.

He just sighed, gestured to the mugs and then looked back at me. I just smiled, picked one up and gave it to him, before taking the other with me to my spot on the sofa (the spot with the right-hand arm rest).

I placed it on the table to cool off whilst I scrolled through my Twitter, knowing I won't get anything out of Hazza anytime soon.

After a while of scrolling and drinking my tea, a notification pops up at the top of my screen and I click on it.

Daddy Direction:

Hey, you remember what's happening today right, Lou?

Me:

No, what?

Daddy Direction:

We've got a meeting with management, duh. Tell Harry. There's a car coming to pick you two up at 8.

Me:

Oh, okay. Lovely. See you then, then. Thanks for reminding us.

I close down the messages app to see it's half seven already. I take my mug and put it in the dishwasher and go to find Harry. He's probably in his room.

*Harry's POV*

I quickly wipe the tears off of my face as I hear a knock on my bedroom door.

"Yes?"

Louis opens the door to see me on my bed, curled up in a ball, not crying anymore, but it's obvious that I was.

"Haz...." his voice trails off, he is obviously upset at the sight of me being upset, but I can't let him know why I am upset.

Instead of doing the usual 'What's wrong' that anyone else would do, he walks over to me, and sits next to me on the bed. And he just waits, doesn't move an inch, and doesn't take his eyes off of mine.

I get out of my vulnerable position and barely sit up next to him. Before I realise, I am unable to hold my own weight, and I rest my head on his shoulder and wrap my arms around him.

Louis lays back onto the bed, allowing me to put my head on his chest, and hug him tight. He hugs me back tightly, trying to comfort me.

"I-I'm.... sorry." I manage to get out between the sobbing.

"It's alright, I've gotcha." He says calmly, even though I know he is not calm. He doesn't like seeing me upset, it makes him upset.

After a few minutes, I calm down enough to let go of Louis, and sit up by myself. I'm sat on the end of my bed to the right of Louis, my head hung low, my fingers playing with my hair.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong? Or not yet?"

"N-not yet."

"Okay, well we have to go. We have a meeting. That's what I came to tell you."

*Louis' POV*

I hope he's alright, I know it's literally only been 2 minutes, we both had to get dressed after that, Hazza's tears got all over our shirts. I switch to a plain white t-shirt, and put a black jacket on over the top, it's cold outside.

I grab my phone and wallet and go to Harry's room to see if he's ready. "You ready yet, Haz?"

He turns around and simply nods. I understand he doesn't want to talk about anything at the minute. I don't know what he's going through, but it must be bad.

Girl troubles? Oh how I hope not... I want Hazza for myself, I just don't know how to tell him.

I go over to him and pull him into a tight hug, trying to help him out, not really knowing how. But I know he likes cuddles, so this must at least help a little.

As I pull away, I let my hand glide down his arm, and stop and his wrist. I guide him out of the room and to the stairs, where we can no longer go side-by-side, because they're quite narrow.

I step back and let him go first, saying "Ladies first." with a smirk. He turns his head to me, and I see a small smile threatening to appear on his lips, but it doesn't. So close.

I follow him down the stairs and we head outside where a car is waiting for us. I leave Harry to lock the door as I walk to the car, opening the door and checking out the seating plan.

There's two seats facing backwards, away from the driver. They're occupied by Liam and Zayn, both people are in their own worlds. Liam on his phone, no doubt on Twitter or Instagram, and Zayn has his earphones in, and eyes closed.

Opposite those seats is a bench with three spots for people, one spot already occupied by Niall, the far left. Good, an opportunity for cuddles with Harold.

I step back, allowing Harry to get in first and sit next to Niall, and I follow, closing the door behind me.

"Hey guys, I was wondering how long you were gonna take!" There was that lovely Irish accent, very obviously nervous.

"Hi." I stated. Quite simply. I think he got the hint, not very chatty right now. He gave me a look that said 'Oh, no talking? Okay, that's not happening, I can't do that.'

I sighed and looked at Harry, he looked so distant. And uncomfortable, he couldn't get comfy.

"Hey..." I said softly, putting my hand on Harry's shoulder, then indicating my shoulder as a place for him to rest.

I quietly ask how long the journey is, and get told an hour, so I rest my head on Harry, and we end up as close to cuddling as you can get in a car.

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I love Larry cuddles. They're so cute. I'mma try and put plenty of cuddling scenes in here. :)

-Dan