Guardian Angel: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 17: Guilty Pleasure

Harry's Point Of View.

The sun hasn't risen just yet and we were already up, running around the flat, trying to get everything we needed for this trip to Ireland. We've been there countless times - beautiful country. Not to mention, it is Niall's home and I'm sure he'll want to do a lot of exploring. I didn't have much time to think my very own agenda through, seeing as I don't know exactly what I want to treat Louis to. I want it to be a date, but I'm not exactly sure how to approach him in that manner. With that being said, I have to make it look as if its a regular day out as well. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any paparazzi, or I'll just have to think of a more secluded area as a secondary, back-up plan.

I folded my clothes as neatly as possible, placing them in my suitcase. It was quiet around the flat; everyone was pretty much in their own world, trying not to get distracted from what has to be done. Once we head out, then we'll be back to our normal, talkative selves. Louis didn't sleep with me last night, which is the first time in a while. Being without him for those few hours made me realize that I don't think I could go a lifetime without walking up to him every morning. It's a lonely feeling. With that being said, I realized what I have to do. During the trip, I'm going to find a way to lay it out all on the table and express my love for him. Should I get rejected and left broken-hearted, then...well, honestly, I wouldn't know how to feel, exactly. I'm sure it wouldn't be pleasant, but, hopefully, we can maintain our friendship.

"Knock, knock." I turned towards the door to find Louis leaning against the frame; he was wearing his glasses, for the first time in a long time. They suit him very well, but, at some point, we all grow out of certain things. "Almost ready?" He walked over, hovering above me as I tried to close my suitcase.

"Lou, would you mind giving me a hand...or your bum?"

"Clever." He chuckled a bit. He sat down on the suitcase, taking a few sips of his tea. I proceeded to zip it up and it worked.

"I guess your bum is a butt of many talents."

"You're so silly, but you're right." He sent me a wink, then made a placid exit out of the room. I'm sure my cheeks were of a rose-red pigment; he had a way with words and with all the flirting going on between us lately, I don't know how long I'll be able to hold out. I let out a light sigh, pushing my curls behind my ear. I was still due for a trim, but our lovely stylist made it look manageable enough for our interview yesterday. The room was becoming a little chili - winter was starting to actually take its' course, which meant Louis' birthday and Christmas was just around the corner. With that in mind, I guess I'll have to plan two special occasions for him.

"Harry, come on! We're leaving." Zayn shouted from downstairs. I grabbed my suitcase, then turned off the light switch, exiting the room afterwards. As I headed downstairs, the lads were walking out. Zayn is usually the last to get ready, so if surprised me to even see him out the door already. We loaded our things in the van, in an organized fashion. Per usual, Louis and Niall brought the most luggage. I'm not quite sure what they kept packed in there, besides clothes; but we're guys. We don't always worry about the extra essentials, until we get to our location. As we entered the van, Liam sat in the far-back, but, to his dismay, Zayn took the seat next to him. The tension was already rising, the moment Niall caught on to the new arrangement. I can tell it was bothering him; however, the ride wouldn't be long. Not to mention, they'll be able to be with each other once we get on our flight.

Liam mouthed an apology to him. I think we sometimes forget that Zayn and Liam are very close as well and they haven't had much time for each other, since Liam and Niall became a couple. Hopefully, it doesn't cause any conflicting problems in the future. Niall took the seat at the far end - Louis sitting in the middle of him and I. Paul didn't say much to us today. Honestly, I think he's feeling just as overworked as we do, sometimes. There's rarely a day where he gets a day off and, when he's not with us, he's down at the office dealing with management and their desires. After getting our seat belts strapped and buckled in, we headed off to the airport.