Maybe I Even Love You - Larry Stylingson

Chapter 16 - Goodnight

*Harry's POV*

"I'm writing in my journal, Ni. What else would I be doing?"

He just shrugs his shoulders before sitting in the chair opposite me on the other side of the small round table. "I dunno. Writing a book, plotting a way to murder me without getting caught, there's many options really."

I laugh and shake my head at his weird sense of humour, finishing what I'm writing before putting my pen down and closing the book, pushing it to the side.

"What do you want, Ni?" I ask, getting straight to the point, I know he came here for something, knowing I'd be here.

He smirks, before saying sarcastically "How'd you know?" There was a short pause before he continued, "I wanted to ask about Louis. How..." he struggled to find words, but eventually settled on "that, came about."

I let out a small chuckle at his awkwardness, before answering his question, "Well, I thought I've liked him as more than a friend for a while, and a few days ago I couldn't sleep so called my mum, and that ended in tears. I just couldn't stop thinking about him, and she told me to just go for it. Wait for a nice moment when we're alone, and just tell him how I feel. So I was just getting more and more nervous because I knew I'd have to do it at some point during this holiday. Then, when I went out looking for him earlier, I found him on the rocks listening to some music, just staring into the water. He looked like he had been crying and really conflicted about something. I went over and gave him a hug, and we talked about it without him telling me what it actually was that was wrong. That's what we do, I can just give him advice without knowing what's wrong, because we don't like to share everything with each other. I told him to just face whatever it was head on and as soon as possible, you know, get it out of the way."

Niall nods his head along, he seems to struggle to follow along, even though I'm talking pretty slowly like usual.

"So... he confessed that he liked me more than a friend, and then, and I quote, "Maybe I even love you", and I said I felt the same way, and we kissed. We just sat there for a while in complete silence, occasionally kissing and leaning on each other, enjoying the view and the music and the presence of each other, and letting the fact that we both just confessed our love for each other sink in."

"Wow... that's beautiful Harry. I mean, ew, gross, two of my band mates and best friends are dating, but it's also pretty amazing if you ask me. Now, go take care of him before he hurts himself, he's in a bathroom by himself and very drunk. Off you go." Niall said, ushering me to get up and go take care of Louis.

I grab my journal and pen and take them back to mine and Louis' room, putting them back in the drawer before locking the door so Niall isn't a nuisance. I assume Niall will tell the others what I just told him, so I won't bother going back downstairs to tell them.

I open the bathroom door to see Louis sat on the floor, looking confused.

"Lou?" I get his attention, he snaps his head up to look at me.

"HARRY!!!" He yells. Jeez that's loud.

"Louis, calm down. No need to shout." I explain as I'm brought into a very tight hug. Eventually, he lets go and I'm able breathe again. "What've you been doing this whole time in the bathroom, Lou?"

"Uhhh... I can't remember."

I roll my eyes at that and just grab his hand, taking him back to the bedroom.

"Get ready for bed." I say, slipping off my shirt and throwing it onto a chair. Louis just stares at me and I notice, and raise an eyebrow at him. "See something you like? You've already seen it before, many times."

Louis just blushes and looks away, finding the carpet interesting. I just chuckle and take off my shorts and watch, leaving me in nothing but boxers. I leap onto the middle of the bed, starfishing over the whole thing. It's so much more comfortable than my bed at home.

Louis just looks at me confused, so I guess I have to explain. "Take your clothes off, dumbass. We're going to sleep."

He just stays there looking at me confused, almost losing his balance a few times. So, I stand up, grab him by the waist and throw him onto the bed, pinning him down.

"You need to go to bed, Lou."

He looks like a grumpy child who doesn't want to go to bed, and I've dealt with drunk Louis way too many times so I know exactly what to do. I take his shirt off for him, followed by his shorts and watch, throwing them to the same chair as my clothes, and tuck him under the sheets. I turn on the lamp on my side of the bed before turning off the main light, and shutting the curtains.

I text Liam, making sure there's no specific time we have to get up in the morning, which there isn't, and then climb into bed myself, being sure not to disturb Louis who is already sound asleep. I switch off the light and close my own eyes, soon enough drifting off into a deep sleep, dreaming of the wonderful holiday to come.

And that's the end of this chapter. Thx for reading, have a lovely day/night!!

-Dan