Larry Stylinson One Shots

Last First Kiss

Louis' POV

I lay in bed trying to dry my tears, my high school sweetheart, my first love, finally got tired of me. I know this relationship wouldn't be easy, me constantly touring, us being in different time zones, I never felt I had time for myself, let alone another human being that I should be supplying with love and affection. The boys have been texting and calling, but I felt the need to be alone, to gather my thoughts. I really loved Stan, I know I still do. We helped each other through our coming out experiences, we were each others first kisses, first loves, first times, we gave everything to each other. I wish I could've made more time for him.

Time lapse: two weeks later

I finally got myself under control, well of course I had to, I had fans to perform for. I already was letting myself down, and I knew I was letting the boys down, I couldn't disappoint any fans. The guys were really good at distracting me through this heartbreak. Keeping me busy with movies, going out to dinner, and fun pranks on the tour bus. The person whose helped me the most is Harry, he's been my rock. He's let me vent to him, he's held my while I cried, and he always made me smile or laugh.

We all sat on the tour bus, it was around 10 pm, watching Forest Gump, laughing at the jokes and some of us making funny comments here and there. Harry and I sat on the love seat style couch, his arm draped around my shoulders, we often cuddled when the situation called for it. Sometimes he would brush his hand against me, or give me a light squeeze, or his breath would lightly skim my skin, those gestures made my stomach hurt, but in the best way. I tried to ignore those feelings.

I find myself being shaken lightly, seeing his emerald eyes as soon as mine open, a small smile plays on his lips. "C'mon boo bear, it's time for bed, all the boys are already in their bunks." I nod at Harry's words, not realizing I fell asleep, too comfy to move a muscle. He chuckles as I hold out my arms, he picks me up, my legs instantly wrap around his torso, perks of being 5'8 I guess. I feel his breath against my neck, goosebumps surface onto my skin with a slight shiver.

He sets me down in the bathroom, both grabbing our toothbrushes. I keep my gaze down at the sink, I get nervous being alone with Harry, he makes me nervous. I made the mistake of looking up, meeting his eyes in the mirror. I immediately look back down at the sink, butterflies litter my stomach. I rinse my mouth, trying to make it to my bunk as quick as possible. I draw the curtain to climb in, trying to go to sleep as soon as possible, attempting to wipe away any feelings I have for my Hazza.

Awhile later, after failing miserably to fall asleep, my phone reads 2:00 AM, I groan annoyed. I get out from my bunk, tip toeing, not wanting to wake anyone, to the kitchen to get a cup of tea. I don't know why I can't get Harry out of my head, maybe it was his eyes, his hair, his smirk, or the dimples, god I loved those dimples. I love how confident he was, he's handsome and he knows out. He takes pride in making people blush when he shoots them his signature smirk, that cocky narcissists.

While I was lost in thought, I feel a pair of big rough hands on my shoulders, his hands. I subconsciously smile, his presence does that to me. "What's wrong love? Can't sleep?" I nod, loving the soft pressure of his hands on my shoulders, instantly relaxing into his touch. He senses my relaxation and gently starts to move his fingers along my shoulder blades, in between them, and the space where my neck meets my back. Why is he torturing me like this?

A few minutes pass, he drops his hands to my waist, I turn to face him, gaining the courage to meet his gaze. The air is thick, it isn't tension or awkwardness, it's more, want? Lust? I already used all my confidence on making eye contact, so I wait for him to speak, I wait a long time. "I uh, wanted to talk to you about something Lou, I've wanted to talk about it for awhile but I felt it was never the right time" he pauses, searching in my eyes for something, I wait patiently for him to continue. "I've had a crush on you for awhile, like ever since the X-Factor auditions, but you had Stan and I saw how happy you were, I couldn't ruin that. Then things with you two ended, and it still wasn't the right time. You were so sad and I knew I needed to be there for you as a friend. It's okay if you don't feel the same way, or if it's too soon, I completely understand."

I'm trying to find the right words to say, as I think I see a sad expression take over his face. "Please say something." I get on my tip toes, taking one hand to hold the base of his neck, using the other to rest against his chest to steady myself, I hope he doesn't notice I'm shaking. Hesitantly, I press my lips against his, a feeling I've been craving for a long time. A sigh leaves my mouth as he wraps his arms around my waist tighter, lifting me slightly, making us the same height. When we pull away I feel my lips tingle and electrical currents flowing through every limb. He sets me down, both my hands make their way to rest of his chest, I watch his rise and fall heavily, mine doing the same.

Without any words exchanged, he leads me to his bunk, removing the blankets and giving me a boost, with it being a top bunk, I find it hard to climb up. I blush as he holds my butt to help me climb up. I scoot back to the wall, facing it, nervousness taking over me. I feel the bunk dip behind me, a blanket hover over me, and finally a strong arm bringing me to a hard chest. I settle into Harry, letting myself relax into his body, wrapping my hand to rest on top of his. I instantly feel sleepy, a huge change in mood from 20 mins ago. I feel his lips press a kiss to the back of my neck, I sigh, finally feeling at peace with myself.

These past few weeks have been hell, but tonight made everything make sense, made everything good. I feel as a weight has been lifted and the clouds are gone. I use to dread going to sleep, knowing I would toss and turn for hours, but tonight would be different. I knew I was going to go into a deep dreamless sleep, surrounded by the smell of Harry and his warmth.

Author's Note:
Harry being the big spoon? Never heard of her.
- Abby <3