Where are you? (Larry Stylinson)

Bye Paul

•••I am just going through and fixing small spelling errors. If you've already read this book: 1. I apologize. 2. There's no need to reread just fixing it a bit•••

LOUIS POV

"I can't believe we did that!!" I screamed, jumping into Harry's arms. I was so happy, I could have died. "I thought they would have hated us." I mumbled into his neck. His strong arms picked me up, "I know Boobear. I know." My legs wrapped around Harry's body. He started walking, I didn't know where, but it didn't matter. As long as we are together.

"Fagot" someone mumbled under their breath, looking at me. Harry nearly dropped me. I put my legs down and watched as he stormed after the guy. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?!!" Harry said angrily. He was grabbing the guys shirt. "I said 'Fagot' " the guy replied sharply. Harry raised his fist. "Hey!" Paul yelled at him, "Harry let it go! Its fine."
Paul stepped between them. "You screw off" he said ticked off, "Harry..." Paul now looked at him. "No! He called Louis a fagot. He deserves it!!" Harry said angrily. The guy had gone by now. I agreed it was rude, but I wouldn't have said anything. Unlike Harry, if someone says anything that rude to me, he goes right up to them. He hates people like that. Other then these situations, Harry's a softy. "H-Harry" I mumbled, "C-can we go.." I wasn't scared of Harry, but sometimes he gets a little intimidating. "Of course Boo" he replied with a little smile, "Sorry Paul... it's ju-.. you know.." Harry turned to Paul an glance at me. Paul nodded understandingly. Harry grabbed my hand and we left.

I laid in bed think of the day we came out. It still got to me, what that guy said. I never tell Harry tho.. Its not that I don't trust him, but he'll feel bad that he let that guy go. I mean, it was the right thing to do. Speaking of the curly head boy. He laid motionless beside me. I gave him a small peck on the lips and laid back down. His hand quickly wrapped around me, pulling me closer. "Morning Hazza" I said softly. He mumbled something, but all I could here was 'Boobear'.

The doorbell ran making both of us jump. I tried to get up, but Harry wouldn't let me. "Harry, love, I need to get the door." I said trying again. "No! Your mine!" he replied tightening his grip.

I heard the door open and then close. "Harry! Louis! I know your here!" a familiar Irish voice called, "If you're still in bed I'll kill you! Even Zayn's up and ready." Niall's footsteps got closer. The door creaked open. "Louis! Harry! Wake up!" he screamed at us. Harry moaned. "We are awake.. but he won't let go.." I said pointing to Harry's arms. I sighed, knowing that there is nothing we could do to get him off. I mean, I love him, but we need to get ready. Niall ran over and started attacking Harry. "Styles I will kiss him if you don't let go." he satiated, I knew he wouldn't ,but it was to scare Harry. "He's mine!" Harry screamed. Niall laughed, "here I go!" He leaned down closer. "Horan I WILL HURT YOU!" he warned. Niall leaned down and gave me a peck on the forehead. "Haha!" Niall said before running. Harry jumped out of Ben and after him. "That's it! Now your gonna pay!" Harry screamed. I herd them laughing and a couple screams from Niall.

I got into the washroom and slipped on dark blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, and a light grey beanie. I slipped on my TOMS. Harry walked in. "Boobear!" he said wrapping his arms around me, "I killed Niall. He's dead." I knew he was kidding. His cold lips pressed agents my neck and slowly went up to behind my ear. Sending shivers down my spine. "Haz" I moaned. Harry's hand slid down my stomach to my hips. His hands slid onto the inside of my legs, making me moan louder. "H-hazza" I squealed. His hands left my waist and lips left my neck. I turned around and he was just standing there, starring. "H-Harry?" I muttered. He just stared , I was worried for a moment, but he finally spoke. "Y-you know I l-love you, r-right?" He asked. I nodded, "Oh course! I love you too." I ran to him. "Why?" I question. His head shook.
"N-nothing, I just love you so much."
"You know I love you more"
"That's impossible" he said pressing his lips to mine. I could have stood there for hours kissing him.