Confessions (Larry Stylinson)*ON HOLD*

Chapter Four.

this chapter is dedicated to pocketlous because House of Glass is just perfection. 

*Louis' POV*

6am. On a Sunday.

Harry Styles is in my bed. I'm cuddled up to Harry Styles chest. What the hell happened last night?

I shuffled out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom. Once I was showered and dried, Harry was awake and dressed sitting on my bed. 

"What's for breakfast?" He asked in a very deep, groggy morning voice. Boy, that sound was hot.

"I don't normally eat breakfast, but whatever you find, you can eat." He nodded and headed downstairs. After he had left my room, I sat down on the edge of the bed and put my face in my hands.

What the hell? I kissed him last night. I've only known him for one fucking day. Snap out of it, Tomlinson. You can't let him in. He'll only leave once he knows the truth. He'll most likely be disgusted in you. Who wouldn't, though?I want him so badly though. The boy I've been admiring for two years is in my kitchen looking for breakfast for crying out loud! What to do, what to do?

I quickly pulled on my favourite pair of black skinny jeans and a white tank top before making my way downstairs.  I found Harry sitting at the breakfast devouring a bowl of Lucky Charms.

"What time do we have to head out, Curly?" I asked, pouring a bowl of my own cereal.

"I like Hazza better. We should leave as soon as your done your cereal." He smiled

"Alright, Haz."

-

"MUM!"

"Yes, Lou. ?" My mom came up to my room to find a hundred outfits I have chosen for my date with Harry. My date. With Harry. Jesus.

"I like the red pants with the Aerosmith tee." She pointed to the outfit and I smiled. 

"Me too. Now get out, I only have.. twenty minutes before Harry gets here."

I quickly changed and geled my hair up into a messy quiff before the door bell rang. 

"Lou, Harry's here !"

Que the butterflies. I made my way downstairs to find Harry sitting on the sofa with my mother. I stood there for a moment questioning my outfit choice. Harry's wearing dark wash jeans, just low enough to see the Calvin Klein waistband of his boxers peaking out, with a white v-neck and a black blazer over top. What this boy does to me. 

"Hey." I chocked out.

"Hey," He turned and smiled at me, "Ready to go, Boo?"

"Whenever you are."

With quick goodbyes to my mother we headed out to his black Range Rover. He even opened the door for me! Once in, he turned on the stereo only to head The Fray strum through the speakers.

"I love The Fray." I smiled at him, which he returned.

"I know. 

We pulled up outside of a small pizza parlour that I have driven by many times but never been in.  The parlour is decorated with random sports memorabilia and smells amazing. We are greeted by a young blande named Alice.

"Hi boys, just the two of you tonight? She asked and we nod, "Table or booth?"

"Booth." Harry says and looked at me with a sly grin.

She lead us to a secluded booth in the back and took our drink orders.

"I live on my own. My mother moved away with her new husband, Robin. I wanted to stay here in Doncaster to finish my schooling, My sister, Gemma, is in London for Uni." Harry says to me, totally out of the blue.

I looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.

"I told you that I would tell you a secret on our date,if you would tell me one." He smirked, putting his hand on my thigh.

"I can't whistle," I pursed my lips and tried to blow, "yeah, nothing." I blushed.

Harry stared at me for a moment before throwing is head back in a laughing fit. I sat there for a moment before joining. Once we were both red in the face with tears streaming down our cheeks, the waitress returned with our drinks and a questioning smile on her face. We placed our order, medium hawaiian with hot peppers, and fell back into our conversation.

"You know, I gave you a deeper secret than just not being able to whistle." He chuckled. "So tell me something, why are you always alone whenever I see you? Where are all your mates?"

"My best mate moved back to Ireland last year. We still talk but it's not the same. I tried making new friends over the summer break, but that really didn't work out." I started to think back to the night that got me in this situation in the first place. "I should've never started hanging out with those guys, but you know, when you find yourself all alone you just try to put yourself into any crowd that will accept you." I shrugged.

"I completely understand. Why do you think I live in Doncaster of all places? I'm orignially from Holmes Chapel. Got caught up in the wrong crowd, someone got hurt, and here I am. A totally new Harry might I add. I'm glad my family moved here. Just wish I wasn't always by myself. I've got Zayn, but Zayn has Perrie. It's a very lonely world out there."

"Tell me about it."

Our food had arrived and we slipped into safer territory conversation wise. He asked about my family and was shocked to find out about my four sisters. I'm always happy to speak of them though. I love them dearly. I had to speak up though, I don't want him to think that whatever is going on between the two of us will ever blossom into something different. I'm not ready for a relationship and I have a feeling, Harry isn't into being just friends. How do you know, Louis? You might ask. Well, it may have something to do with his hand slowly making it's way up my thigh.

"H-Harry, please stop." I stuttered after swallowing the food in my mouth.

He pulled away instantly, just in time for the cheque to come.

"Ready to head out I need to stop by the park for a few minutes, wanna come with me?" He asked. If I'm not mistaken, he was hiding a faint blush on his cheeks with those curls of his.

I smiled at him because, really? He's just so lovely.

"Sure."

-

I'm standing beside Harry's car. Jaw dropped.

Harry is holding his hand out to me, grinning. While I'm standing here, like an idiot, graping at the scene infront of me. One of the displays is lit up by the dull glow of the Christmas lights showing off the small cooler on a plaid sheet.

"I thought you would like to finish off the night with some ice cream. Come on." He grabbed my hand to pull me towards the display but I have other plans. I jerked his arm just hard enough to pull him back into my embrace. He wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles into my neck, giggling. He looked up to me with an toothy grin and I pressed my lips to his. 

Too soon he pulls away and kisses my forehead. 

"Come on, Haz, I want some ice cream." I grinned right back at him.

-

After finishing up our frozen treats, we laid there on the blanket and just talked about everything and nothing. He asked me my favourite colour (orange), my favourite band (The Fray) and even what I planned on doing after high school. I'm undecided. 

Harry moved closer to me, leaning on his forearm, and stroking my cheek with his free hand. I leaned into him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His lips just fit so perfectly with mine that I moved my hand to his curls and brought him closer to me. I earned a groan from him when I asked for entrance. Our tongues explored each others mouth, turning the kiss from sweet and playful to hot and heated. 

His hands explored my body, mapping it into his brain. I pulled away suddenly when he started grazing his fingers above the waistband of my boxers, gasping.