Blind Love; Larry Stylinson

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

6 months earlier - May 2013

       "Zayn! We're going to be late! Move your bum!" Liam yelled up the stairs. Zayn was most likely doing his hair which takes quite a long time. So me and Harry were perched, comfortably entwined on the couch. I then received a text from Eleanor:

 'Can u pick up my dryecleaning on ur way home from the concert?((:'

I moved the arm that I wasn't using, out from behind Harry's neck, and replied:

'Nope. Sorry I'm going to Harry's after. And we r on one of our 'breaks' which was ur idea. So that's not my responsibility. This is the first time you've spoken to me since u proposed this 'break'; and you ask me to pick up ur dryecleaning? Really? Not even a hey or hello. Not even a please. Wow.'       

Once my screen successfully said message sent, I set my arm back into place behind Harry's neck. I was so content around Harry. He filled almost all of my needs.

 "Who was that?" He asked, troubled from the look on my face.

"It was Eleanor. She's just being herself."  

"Aren't you two on one of your little 'breaks'?" He asked, confused.

"Yea, I told her I was going to your place after the concert so may I come over?" I asked with a smile. Surely he replied with one brilliant smile and nodded.

We then heard Liam pacing around the living room babbling about how 'Zayn is such a girl and he spends way to much time in front of the mirror'. Zayn then came into view, walking down the stairs at a paint drying pace. Niall stood up. We hadn't noticed he was sitting in the black velvet arm chair across from us until he moved. He reached his arms up above his head to stretch.

"Are we ready to leave yet?" he asked sleepily. "I might of dozed off," he chuckled.

"I believe so." I informed him. Looking at Zayn who was standing by the front door turning the knob, Liam following close behind. The three of us joined them and loaded into the car.

The concert was a breeze. Harry and I kept up our usual Larry Stylinson title/act, being a bit more handsy because Eleanor couldn't get involved. Luckily.

Harry had grabbed my hand at the chorus of one of our slow acoustic songs, and the crowd went wild they loved it. So we continued. By the end of the concert we had kissed each other on the cheek. That was the extent and I was happy. He seemed to be, also.

Zayn got a taxi to drive him home, while Liam and Niall took the car we came in back to their complex. Ed (Sheeran, Harry's roommate) picked us up. He was lightly chatty on the way home, allowing me to dig up my thoughts like a treasure.

On the stage I felt something I've never felt before, when Harry had put his arm around my waist while singing Little Things and looked me straight in the eye and sang 'I'm in love with you; and all your little things'. I'm sure it's just that he happened to look at me on the last line of the song... Then he kissed my cheek so I automatically kissed his in return. But he looked like he meant those words. He had written that line in the beginning. And why would he write that if it wasn't meant for someone? He doesn't have a girlfriend.. That I know of. Would he keep that from me? No. He wouldn't. So maybe my reasoning for his look was a possibility. Do I want that? No. Neither does he. We're guys.

I did feel something though.. Like complete adoration. In that one moment everything was perfect, it seemed like my life was finally right. As I began to imagine us in the future together, dipping into the dangerous thoughts that could hurt our perfect relationship, Ed called my name. The car door was hanging open. He was calling my name for the fourth time I'm sure. I was in a daze. When I finally rejoined reality I looked at him and raised my eyebrows to answer his questioning voice. "Louis, we're home. We have been for about five minutes." he said, "Are you alright?" He asked apprehensively. 

Was I? I'm not sure. My brainstorming was beginning to scare me. It wasn't normal. "Yeah. Sorry. I got lost in thought." I unbuckled and slipped out of the black leather backseat of the Prius.

 We made it to the doorway which Harry was leaning against with one sole of his foot against the black metal door, his hands in the pocket of his chartreuse green pea coat. It almost looked sensual... I think Ed noticed also and looked at the both of us a little disturbed  I don't think he knew that I, too, had no idea why Harry was using such body language. It was confusing me also. But he looked good. It should be criminal to appear that... NO! I wouldn't allow my mind to swim back to the dangerous waters!

Haz turned to unlock the door, letting his foot fall. The door opened. We all walked to the living room. Taking our coats off and hanging them on the coat rack as we passed. To our surprise, Liam was sitting on the red sofa.

"Hello gentlemen." He said with a smile in his voice.

"Hi Liam.. You didn't tell us you were stopping by." Ed said inquisitively.

"I came to speak to Harry and Louis." he informed us amused, like he knew something we didn't. "Can we go to your room Harry?"  

As he stood I saw he was holding something; a notebook maybe?  

I sensed Harry knew what he was holding be cause he wasn't exactly pleased with it.

"Sure." Harry said afraid. Knowing what this was about.  I was desperate to know what was going. I felt left out. Ed had gone to the loo, so I was now the only one in the room that had no idea where this was going.

Liam lead the way down the hallway making a left at the end where Harry's room waited. He took a seat in the desk chair. I sat in the cream armchair by his door and Harry sat on his bed.

Liam began, "So I was snooping around your room Harry, you know me, I care about you, so I was searching for something to assure me you were okay," Harry rolled his eyes, "and I came across this." He held up the notebook he was holding, smirking. It was flipped to a certain page. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry, but..." Harry glared at him but then looked scared. Wide eyed, frozen. He was holding his breath until he spoke.

 "Can we please not do this right now?" He was more demanding that Liam wouldn't do this now, than asking, but it sounded like a question.

"I think we should." He looked at me, smile then looked back at Harry. "Fine but we will discuss this." He stood, as did Harry and I. We trailed behind him to the living room. Liam left. I was so confused. What was that about?

"Erm Harry.. Whats in that notebook?" I asked slowly.  

"Nothing!" he shouted. I looked down. I was silent. I didn't want to agrivate him further, so I dropped it. I would find out sooner or later.