Maybe I Even Love You - Larry Stylingson

Chapter 3 - Meetings, meetings, meetings.

*Harry's POV*

I must've fallen asleep, because I get rudely awoken by Niall tapping me on the shoulder.

"Wake up sleepy head, you too Lou." Niall said in a whisper-shout.

"I know it's early, but I was told this is an important meeting." Added Liam.

I wipe my eyes as I sit up, taking my weight off of poor Louis, taking a look at him, neither of us fully awake. He's so cute with his messy but styled hair, and his lovely stripy shirt.

Shit, stop thinking about that, I need to stop. He's straight, I am too. Or at least, I'm supposed to be...

We all take off our seatbelts and get out of the car. We're parked by a large building, god knows where, it looks very modern and stylish.

We get led inside and to a lift, and we go up to the top floor. On the ride up, me and Louis are on opposite sides of the lift, and all I can do is stare at this beautiful man.

*Louis' POV*

After a while in the lift, I feel someone's eyes on me. I know it's Harry, and I don't want to embarrass him by letting him know that I know he's staring at me. So, I make small talk with the person leading us around about the weather or something, whilst really just thinking about Harry.

Eventually we reach the top floor, and step out of the lift and head down a very beautifully decorated hallway. There are pictures of lots of different places on the walls, like Paris, Dublin, Berlin and Rio De Janeiro to name a few.

We get to a large important-looking door, and it is opened for us. Inside there is a sofa to the left with a coffee table and a small TV, and to the right is a long table with 8 chairs around it.

Each chair has someone's name on it, but I don't know who two of them are.

"Make yourselves comfortable boys, they will be here soon."

There is a chorus of nods and 'Uh-huh's' before we step inside, fully taking in the beauty of the room. We're so fucking lucky.

I look at the other boys to see their reactions, Liam is already sat on the sofa, no doubt about to get his phone out. Niall is being cute, and looks overly excited and giddy. Zayn looks amazed, and goes to sit down on the sofa, but Liam is taking up lots of space as he is half laying down, so he just shoves his legs off and sits down himself.

And last but certainly not least, there's Harry. You'd think Harry would be looking at the beautiful paintings on the wall, or the clearly expensive furniture, but nope. Harry is staring directly at me. Of all the beautiful things in this room, he looks at the least appealing one.

His eyes quickly dart away, and he finds the carpet very interesting. Ugh, stupid Louis, don't make him feel bad.

I go over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Hey..." my voice trails off, I don't know what to say. What should I say? God this is weird now. "I know something's not right at the minute, but let's just hope that this meeting is good news. Something that'll make you happy again."

He just nods and looks at me with tired eyes, before going to sit down in between Liam and Zayn. There's now no more space for anyone on the sofa, so I sit on the armrest next to Liam, and Niall just sits on the rug on the floor, captivated by his phone.

I lean across the back of the sofa slightly so I can see past Liam's shoulder, and I play with Harry's beautiful curls, earning a smile from him. Yay! I made him smile!

*Harry's POV*

Oh how I wish I could tell him. Surely I can, right? No, that would just be weird. We're supposed to be friends goddamnit!

I feel Louis' hands playing with my hair, and I sigh, relaxed, and let a small smile appear on my lips. I open my phone and scroll through Twitter mindlessly, not really reading anything until I get to whatever Louis has tweeted that morning.

A picture of the tea he made for both of us this morning, pretending it's for him and his girlfriend. Why does he do that? I guess management told him to, because the public need to believe he's got a girlfriend. But why? Why do they need to? Maybe he told them something that made them think he needs to have a 'girlfriend'.

My thoughts are interrupted by the door swinging open, and Simon walks in with two other people I've never seen before. Probably from Modest. Ugh, Modest.

"Hello boys, how are you doing today?" Asks Simon.

"We're alright, a bit tired but, alright." Replied Liam, standing up and finally putting his phone away in his pocket.

We all copy Liam, getting up and putting our phones away, apart from Louis. He never had his phone out. Was he playing with my hair and looking at me for that whole time? That was like, twenty minutes.

Think nothing of it, we're just friends. Just friends. I'm straight, he's straight.

"Good, good. Take a seat over here. There's your names on your chairs just to make it easier for these guys." He indicated the two people that came in with him earlier.

We all shook hands and sat in our seats. Simon was at the top of the table, and going clockwise it was me, Liam, someone from Modest, Niall, someone from Modest, Zayn, then Louis. So I was sat around the corner from Simon, and opposite Louis.

I'm trying to concentrate on Simon, but it was hard with such a beautiful creature before me. I have to get over this. I just have to.

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.....one might even say, a sweet creature??? :)

-Dan