Maybe I Even Love You - Larry Stylingson

Chapter 4 - Holiday? Oh..

*Louis' POV*

I'm suddenly taken out of my trance as Liam, Niall and Zayn are all shouting with excitement, but me and Harry are both confused. He clearly wasn't listening as well.

"Hm? What?" I ask hesitantly.

"Have you not been listening for the past five minutes?" Questioned Zayn.

No, I was thinking about my Hazza.

"We're going on holiday! Free of fans and the paps!" Exclaimed an excited Niall.

A look of surprise, and then happiness appears on my face. More time alone with my Hazza.

"Really?" That was a stupid question, why'd you say that, Lou?

"Yes, really." Stated Liam plainly, knowing I knew how stupid I sounded.

I look over at Harry only to see him looking back at me, actually happy for the first time today, and then he looks at the other boys, and we all go in for a group hug.

We turn to Simon and thank him for doing this for us, and he explains that he noticed we were all stressed out and really needed a break. He understands that we love our life and would never change it for anything, but sometimes you just need a break, you know?

Later that day. Everyone is at Liam's house, because he insisted everyone go there first so they could plan some things.

*Still Louis' POV*

We all hang back as Liam opens the door to his place, and I'm just talking to Niall about how stupid his hair looks right now, because he had to do it himself this morning, and got it all wrong. He looked annoyed, but me and Zayn were just laughing at that cute grumpy face. Soon enough he joined us in the laughter after Zayn showed him a picture of his hair.

Harry, however, was behind everyone else and still not really talking. I know I'll figure this out later, I WILL get it out of him. Tickles or not.

After about, what, ten hours? Liam finally manages to open the door and let us in. We practically throw ourselves at his sofas as we had had a long day, we had some other real meetings to take care of after the good news.

"Right guys, we need to make sure that we all pack the right things and are ready on time," Wow, he really is Daddy Direction, "Simon told me that the car will pick us all up just after seven, first me, then Zayn, then Nialler, then Lou and Harry. Can you remember that?"

Everyone nods in unison, looking bored out of their minds and very tired. We all have the same thought in our heads 'I just wanna go home and relax'. But nope, we have to listen to Liam go on and on and treat us like children.

"We're going for a whole week, Monday is our flying, unpacking and settling in day, then we can have fun, and then pack everything Sunday night ready for Monday morning, when we will go out and have one last drive around before going to the airport and coming back home, got that?"

Yet again everyone nods, just wanting to go home or something.

"Can we just go home?" Asks Niall no-so-politely.

"No. I thought we could hang here and have fun. You can pack tomorrow, Sunday, you'll have all day."

I look over and see Harry smile, and wonder what he's thinking about. I know what I am... I get to be with Hazza for a full day. That hasn't happened in ages.

Liam takes our coats and bags and puts them away, returning with drinks and snacks. He places them on the coffee table and switches on his telly & PlayStation 4.

We all grab our customised controllers and get comfy on Liam's sofas. The three others are all on the big four-seater, whilst me and Harry share the two-seater, slightly snuggled up, nice and cozy and warm.

After about ten minutes of playing games, Harry complains that he's cold, and asks Liam for a blanket, which he brings.

Now, we're on a small two-seater sofa and have one blanket. I know where this is going... he just wants cuddles.

Harry is on the left side of the sofa with his back leaning on the armrest, propping up his head so he can see the telly. He grabs the blanket, but before putting it over himself he says. "Lou? Come here."

So, I comply, and lay down so my head is on his chest, and legs are on the other armrest. "My Hazza..." I whisper, and suddenly realise I said that out loud, and hope he didn't hear me. Did he? Oh God what if he did?

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CUDDLES. MY GOD I LOVE LARRY CUDDLES.

-Dan