Maybe I Even Love You - Larry Stylingson

Chapter 7 - Cuddles

*Harry's POV*

We're all packed now, and it's 12pm. It took us longer than expected because we had to borrow some of each other's clothes due to not having all of the colours of the rainbow.

But now, it's gonna be perfect, we're gonna be a matching rainbow, and I'm going to get him on the beach at sunset, and I'm going to tell him about my feelings, and I really hope he at least doesn't find it weird.

I'm sat on the sofa with a cup of tea I just made, scrolling through my phone, bored out of my mind, because Louis went out to 'just get something'. He wouldn't tell me what though, so I'm suspicious. Oh well.

As I'm scrolling down my Instagram I see that Louis has posted again today. Two days in a row? What is this kid doing? It's a picture of a love heart-shaped pancake with the caption 'Made this for my girlfriend this morning, hope she likes it.'

Ugh, why is he still pretending to have a girlfriend? Can't they just, fake break-up? Anyway, that was the pancake on top of my stack! Wait... maybe...no. No.

I look at a few other posts, seeing that Niall said good morning, as per usual, on his story with a handsome thumbs up and usual shirtless selfie.

I decide to add something to my story, taking a quick snap of my steaming mug of tea, the words 'beautiful' on the side, in rainbow, of course.

I add the caption 'You don't know you're...' and post it to my Instagram. Happy with my caption choice, I put on some music so I can hear Lou's lovely voice, and close my eyes, completely zoning out.

*Louis' POV*

I quietly opened the door, hoping Harry was upstairs and didn't hear me; however, I heard music coming from the living room.

That's strange, Harry never listens to his own songs.

A.M. was playing from Harry's phone on the side table, Harry singing along quietly with his eyes closed, but pausing when it came to Louis' part so he could listen.

"Won't you stay till the A.M?" Louis joined in.

Harry jumped, startled, before settling back into his chair and listening to Louis continue.

"All my favourite conversations always made in the A.M. , cuz we don't know what we're saying, we're just swimming 'round in our glasses, and talking out of our asses, like we're all gonna make it, yeah yeah."

After Louis finished his part, Harry joined in for the rest of the song, a big smile on both of their faces.

"Why were you listening to that?" I questioned, still confused.

"I dunno, felt like it. Where'd you go?" He asked, kind of avoiding the question.

"Somewhere." I said, swinging a black rucksack off of my back, and starting to walk over to the stairs.

"What is it?" Harry asked, peeping his head over the back of the sofa to look at me walk up the stairs.

"Something." I stated, not wanting to give anything away.

"It's not for your 'girlfriend' is it?" I could hear the sarcasm in his voice and knew he was using air quotes.

I turn around on the middle of the staircase, peeping my head below the ceiling. "No. Now fuck off."

"Ooh, sassy bitch." Harry said before a large thump could be heard, he'd given up and sat back on the sofa.

I made my way back up the stairs, and took the bag to my room.