Maybe I Even Love You - Larry Stylingson

Chapter 6 - WHERE ARE THE SUITCASES?!

*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.

I turn over my body to face his, and he does the same. We both get closer and closer until we are about to kiss.

*Alarm ringing*

Ugh, that same dream again? Is this going to happen every night? I mean, it's a lovely dream. But just let me kiss him, goddamnit.

I smack my alarm to get it to shut up, and go to get ready for the day. Today, me and Harry are going to pack for the holiday and then hang out at home for a while, and I'm going to surprise him by taking him out to the movies and dinner.

Just... a normal friend thing, you know? I really hope I get the chance to tell him, but with the state he's in at the minute, I'm not sure if I will.

I go to the bathroom to shower and remember to lock the door this time, so Harry won't walk in on me showering.

I then have a quick, warm shower and get myself dry and wrap a towel around my waist before brushing my teeth and taking my pj's back to my room and throwing them at my unmade bed. I can't be bothered with that.

I grab my phone and head downstairs to make breakfast for me and Harry, because I'm not sure if he's awake or not.

I get all the things I need out of the cupboards and fridge, and then take my phone out and open the messages app.

Me:

Hey Hazza, I'm gonna make some pancakes now, if you want any, come downstairs.

Harry:

Okay, thank you. I'll just put some clothes on first.

I mean... he doesn't have to..... No! Louis! Don't think like that. You're both supposed to be straight.

*Harry's POV*

I put my phone down on my bedside table and took out my earphones. I slept so good last night, all because I was listening for FOUR on repeat, and Lou's voice is just so... beautiful.

I put on some black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt before picking up my phone again and heading downstairs for pancakes! I love pancakes!

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Lou sat at the dining table with two towering stacks of pancakes... wow.

A look of amazement is stuck on my face as I walk over and sit down.

"Thank you." I say as I put my hand on Louis' shoulder. I smile and take it off, picking up one of the flavoured sauces on the table and enjoying my pancakes.

They finish their breakfast and go to look for their suitcases.

*Louis' POV*

"WHERE ARE THE BLOODY SUITCASES!?" I asked frustratedly.

"I don't know!"

"Well... how did we lose them? They're green and blue for goodness sake!" I was getting more and more panicked and irritated because neither of us could find them.

"I don't know, have you checked your room?" Harry asked me.

"No, I haven't. I'll go now, and you check yours."

We both go to our rooms and look there, and eventually I find mine in my wardrobe, stuffed right at the back. Luckily it's bright blue, otherwise I would've never found it.

"Got mine!" I yelled.

"Got mine too!" I heard yelled back.

Thank god we found them, otherwise Liam would've had a hissy fit. He bought us all matching suitcases but with our mic colours on them. So mine is blue, Harry's green, Liam's red, Zayn's yellow and Niall's is the Irish flag.

As I open my bag and make a checklist in my head of what I need to pack, Harry walks in.

"Hey Lou... I think we should wear correlating clothes. Like, the same colour. That'd be cute and the other boys would probably find it weird, then funny."

"Yeah! Let's do that!" Matching with Harry! Yay!

"Okay, Tuesday red, Wednesday orange, Thursday yellow, Friday green, Saturday blue and Sunday purple. Wear whatever tomorrow because you need to be comfy for the flight."

"Okay! Got it. What about the trousers?"

"Well, we'll probably be wearing shorts because  it's hot there, so pack a few basic colours, like black grey or white, neutral colours."

"Right, okay. I'll get packed then, same with you."

"Yep." He says, walking back to his own room.

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Suitcases? For a holiday? Who needs those? Let's put them all the way back here, we'll definitely remember where we put them if we ever need them again....

-Dan