They Called Us Larry Stylinson [BOOK 1]

A Love That Starts

The little things...

Hands, such small, yet, manly hands.

That's what I remember most about him.

Touching...touching everywhere, but where I want.

I would always keep a close eye on him, study every move, just to know what he was truly like.

Small, soft kisses, but yet, so rough, but all together, so caring.

It's the little things a person does that really catches your attention.  Whether its just a small favor, a gesture or maybe even just a small touch.

I want, no, I need to feel him. I desire the smallest touch.

It means even more if you...

Beep beep beep!!!

I jerk up from my half-awake state and slam the button on the alarm.

"Shit." I mumble to myself. "Another one of those damn daydreams."

- - -

"Shall I just make pancakes?"

"Come on, Harry! Didn't we have that yesterday morning?" Niall complained.

"Niall, since when did you get picky about food?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, who are you and what did you do with our Niall?" Zayn asked, jokingly. Niall pouted, but it soon turned into a smile when he smelled the sweet smell of my homemade pancakes.

"Nevermind, pancakes smell nice." Niall said, happily.

"Don't you mean sound?" Zayn asked.

"No, I mean smell." Niall sniffs the air and happily sighs. I smile to myself and turn back to focus on my cooking, but I can't help but think about Louis. He isn't up yet. Its not like him to sleep in so late. Maybe it has something to do with what happen last night? Or maybe something I said. I know I was pretty rude last night and even somewhat hurtful. Dammit! What was I thinking being rude to Louis? Oh, thats right. He kissed me! Not just kissed, but snogged. I'm not gay. Never have been never will be, yet, there's something about Louis that attracts me...

"Shit, Harry!" I hear Zayn yell, yanking me from my thoughts. "Put the god damn thing out!" I then noticed that the pancakes were smoking. Before I could even think, Zayn was putting out the fire with a wash cloth.

"I'm sorry. I guess I got lost in my thoughts." I mumble to myself, but just loud enough for Zayn to hear. He looks at me with concern.

"Are you alright? Its not like you to think too hard." I hear Niall snicker and I feel myself get upset.

"Are you saying I'm stupid?" I ask, placing my hands on my hips.

"No, I'm saying, well, yeah." He smirks to himself and scratches the back of his neck. Then, out of nowhere, Liam smacks him upside the head and I hear a loud 'ouch!' Zayn rubs the back of his head and grumbles to himself as he sits back down.

"What he's saying is, it's not like you to get lost in thought. What's bothering you?" Liam leans against the counter and grabs an apple out of the bowl placed in the middle. He takes a bite and then raises his eyebrows, urging me to answer.

I sigh very loudly and plop myself on the near by stool. I don't know how to tell them, but I'm going to have to because these lads won't stop untill they know so I might as well save them the trouble.

"Well, last night, me and Lou...we were drunk and...well we kind of..." I trail off, nervously biting my bottom lip. I don't know how to tell them.