Blind Love; Larry Stylinson

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Mid January of 2014; USA tour

"Are we there yet?!" Niall questioned impatiently from the far back seat, as One Direction's van raced through a city. As the others woke up from his alarmed  voice the driver told him that they had about three and two quarters more hours drive. One Direction was on their way to a small town on the south Washington border from L.A.  They had already been driving about nine hours and they all were tired of being in the car. "Can we stop for a while? Have some food and stretch our legs?" Harry asked from the middle seat.  "Yeah, I really gotta use the loo, too!" Louis added trying to lighten the mood since everyone seemed to be in an unhappy mood. "Okay, but you guys can't stray away from me! I would never hear the end of it from Paul. So, I need you all back in two hours!" "Thanks!" They all yelled harmonically with mischievous grins, as they scattered into the small, unknown town in northern Oregon.

Louis' POV

As we said good bye to Chuck, we split up. Zayn, I noticed, had ran towards a nearby hair product and beauty store, and the rest of us- Niall, Liam, Harry, and I- all scattered to the town park, which was thankfully deserted. We didn't want to deal with all the fans crowding us and screaming into our ears while we sign posters or notebooks.  

The park had a tire swing connected to a normal swing, a slide, and a teeter totter that looked slightly smaller than a normal one. Liam and Niall immediately went to the mini teeter totter, and Harry and I went for the tire swing. Harry slinked into the large tire and I couldn't help not thinking how cute he is. I immediately changed the direction of my thoughts. That wasn't right to be thinking of another guy like that. Especially my best friend in the world. I began to push him in the swing and he did that adorable giggle that he does when he's in a particularly happy mood. It's like laughing gas, you can't not smile or feel warm and fuzzy inside when you hear him. 

He shifted his weight to the other side of the tire to make it spin and swing. I took a step back to watch Haz do his own little thing, not failing to put a smile on my face. Yeah, he looked so happy and young, and very full of life. My mind began to stray again, thinking of how adorable and innocent he looked as he giggled and looked into my eyes every time he faced me. NO! Don't think like that! He's just a friend, and I feel like if I did let my mind go further, I would go to far and do something stupid to ruin our friendship.. I've been thinking like that alot lately, ever since we had this... moment. It was about a week ago, the boys and I were at Harry's house in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire visiting Anne and Gemma. It was in the early morning, I was getting tea for all of us. I heard the door open behind me then felt Harry's hand on my arm and his head set lightly on my shoulder.    

I love how you know exactly how I like my tea,' he had said. I had looked down at him and he was looking at me; his green irises exploring deep into the depths of my ocean blue eyes. He was so close. I could feel his warm minty breath. I took this moment (I think), in the totally wrong context and leaned in on instinct. I was thinking in my head no, don't do this, he doesn't feel that way and neither do you, but he didn't move away, he didn't even feel tense on my shoulder as I got closer. He looked down at my lips then back to my eyes.

The look he had was a cross between 'are we really going through with this?' and 'what are we doing?' But either way, I could feel he wanted this. Then abruptly, Liam barged in asking what was taking so long to get tea. We immediately jumped apart awkwardly and tried to act as though nothing was going on, failing at it. Liam had given us this look of suspicion  We were hoping he hadn't seen how close we were to letting our lips meet. 

'What were you doing?..' He asked slowly, seeming afraid of the answer.

'Nothing!' We both said immediately praying it wasn't obvious.

 Being Liam, he smiled and giggled as he backed out the room saying, 'no! Continue. I won't say anything,' with an amused smirk on his face. We knew he saw something. So we took a step away from each other feeling rather awkward even though Liam had left. After that one uncomfortable day everything was back to normal. He was better at acting like nothing had happened. Or maybe he hadn't gotten the hint and that's why he didn't move away when I leaned in to steal a kiss.

I have been crushing on him for quite a while now, but I don't know why I feel this way for him. Well I do, he's so amazing, and brilliant, and charming, and... NO! I'm NOT gay! Well I don't think I am.. I mean I did just break up with Eleanor two months ago, maybe I'm just clinging onto anyone close because I miss the romance. But that's not what it feels like. I don't know what I feel. Still, I can't deny how he looks on the tire swing which was slowing down.

Liam and Niall had left about five minutes ago while I was lost in thought. Which left Harry and I in the park... Alone. I cringed at the thought. Suddenly he put his foot on the ground, quickly, stopping the spinning to face me. He got to his feet and took a step to hug me. "I'm so glad I have you to have fun with me when the others leave," he whispered into my neck.

 My arms were wrapped around his waist hugging him back. "No problem, I'll always be here for you" I replied, thinking about what I really meant. He didn't let go for several moments. Then he leaned back, arms still around my neck, to look into my eyes.

I'm not really sure what happened next but suddenly he was looking at me again like he had at his mothers house. This time I was scared to lean in, scared that he didn't feel the same, scared to loose his friendship from one dumb move. But this time, he leaned in and I adopted the 'are we going to to this; what are we doing' look. I didn't back away, though. Somewhere in my mind I was hoping that this would actually happen. I could practically feel his non-existent stubble, we were so close.

"We are going to a restaurant do you wanna..." Liam asked abruptly  as he walked through the trees to see us, but broke off when he caught sight. I looked at Harry apologetically, dropping my arms as he did too. We did so slowly knowing Liam wouldn't mention anything to the others. After a long glance at each other we turned to the intruder. "Would you guys care to join us, or should I let you two... Finish?" He completed his sentence. He didn't look disturbed or surprised at all. I have a theory that he knows I have certain feelings for Harry and he wants me to pursue them. I ought to ask him about that...  

"Erm yeah, we'll catch up in a minute." Harry said. As Liam turned to leave Hazza turned to me. "We need to discuss 'this' whatever it is," he said gesturing towards both of us as Liam disappeared into the trees.

I've feared this moment ever since I made that stupid move in the kitchen a week ago. I was silent then looked down to stare at my feet. He took that as a sign to proceed.   "Okay firstly, what is 'this'?"

I had no idea how to answer that. Because as far as I knew, I assumed he thought that 'this' was nothing. Well, up until he was the one to lean in. "I'm really not sure.." I finally spattered out, still unable to find the right words. All of a sudden my feet and the ground seemed very interesting and I began to fidget nervously.

He reached out to pull my chin up to look at him. "Please. I need answers because I don't know either." I practically melted as he looked me strait in the eye with his hand still under my chin. "But I do know one thing... I realized it a little while ago." He suddenly looked down and dropped his arm, obviously nervous. I was immediately achingly eager to know what it was. "Erm, so basically..." I was now dieing, frantically fidgeting, staring at him. Then I got myself together, and reached out to pull his chin up, as he had done.  

When he finally met my gaze, the look in his eyes made it so obvious but I held my breath anyway. "I'm in love with you." he whispered confidently. A small  gasp escaped my lips.