Guardian Angel: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 18: Twenty One

Author's Note: This chapter was written in dedication to Louis' 21st birthday, which is on Monday. I'm sure we all knew that though. Even though this is being uploaded two days beforehand, it's only because I don't update during weekdays. So, Happy Birthday Lou! :) To the right, there's a picture of George Shelley, who will be appear in the chapter later on and I hope you all enjoy.

Louis' Point Of View.

Is this what is feels like when you've let all your doubts, anguish, and confusion go? Is this a representation of what free-falling into the unknown will lead to? A feeling I've fought against for so long - all brushed away at the touch of his lips. Was it so wrong that I craved it and he took the thought right out of my mind and turned it into an action? My mind is spinning, my heart is beating twice as fast per second - I'm shrouded in his love. I've allowed life, curiosity, and fate to take its' course and, just as I was hoping, it led me to him. The signs were always there, though I didn't take the initiative to figure it all out. Was Harry growing just as impatient as me? The way he led me in, so beautifully, directing me to his lips' touch - and now I find myself, bare skin and all, wrapped in his arms of his hotel room. Luckily, Liam and Niall didn't come back and Zayn is probably wondering why I bailed on him - some roommate I am. Then again, nothing happened between Harry and I, besides kissing. I wouldn't have minded going all the way, but I guess fate saved that for another time.

If all of that wasn't exhilarating enough, I was able to wake up today in his arms - on my twenty first birthday. The lads are never going to let me live this one down. I'm becoming the old-timer of the group, though Liam's mature actions and philosophy may prove that otherwise. They're still teenagers, by law. We're all children, and adults when we need to be, by nature. Nonetheless, I'm ecstatic to celebrate, especially here in Ireland. I know my family and friends back at home won't be too happy that they can't be here; however, I will make it up to them another day. At least I'll be with them for Christmas. We have an early flight, in the morning, and I'll be home before noon. That way - I can see my mother and siblings. I wonder if the lads have something in store for me. I'm a very impatient person, so, most likely, I'll end up snooping around in order to get the details. I know I should wait, so I can be genuine surprised; but I'll still be just as happy.

Harry stirred under the covers near me; I analyzed his angelic face, from his flaw-skin, yet perfect, to the curls swept over his forehead. His pink, plump lips slightly parted - light snores escaping his mouth. It doesn't bother me one bit; aside from what happened last night, I still haven't had the opportunity to tell him how I truly feel, that it wasn't just some late-night messing around, or withheld tension. I want him to know that I'm in love with him and all I can do is just hope this wasn't his way of taking his affection to another level - or him just being caught in the moment. I don't want to believe it; then again, he was still here when I woke up. That should be enough clues that I mean more to him than I expect. "Stare any longer and I'll definitely be stuck in your head." His husky voice filled my ears, causing me to jump a little. I'm sure he felt the small flinch, seeing as his arms are still wrapped around me.

"How long have you been awake, Haz?"

"Long enough to see you checking me out." He grinned, cheekily. Unexpectedly, he pulled me in, gently, by my chin and gave me a passionate kiss. Resisting is just never an option, when it comes to him. It made me feel hopeful that there's a possibility that he can feel the same way as me. I wrapped me arms securely around his neck, caressing his soft head of curls - never breaking the kiss. "Happy Birthday, Boobear." He whispered against my lips. I need some type of indication that this isn't a dream, or a pulse-check. Anything. It's a major transition to make...whatever we are. We're not in a relationship and we're not just friends. We're definitely not brotherly figures to one another, yet he's my everything. I know that there will be obstacles, complications that have to do with management, to say the least. I'm sure our fans will be taken aback by the sudden changes, but, and I say this with no disrespect, I don't care. I'm happy and I hope Harry is. I wouldn't want anyone to try to tear us apart. I'm at point where I can finally exhale and not be so timid and secretive around him, sometimes.