if i could fly // larry stylinson oneshots

winter confessions

harry's pov
*x factor era*

"lou," i whined, catching the attention of the eighteen year old on the phone. "yes, hazza?" "it's cold. the heater in my flat broke down and it's not getting fixed until monday. it's thursday. help me." "harry, how can i help you?" "i don't know, boo. you fix everything else; fix my heater." " get your butt in your car, you can stay with me. i don't want you cold until monday." "thank you, thank you, thank you!"

i hang up the phone and smile, clutching my phone against my chest. i get off the couch and roll out of the blanket burrito i had cocooned myself inside. i walked upstairs, shivering. i went into my bedroom to pack a small bag to last me at least a week.

the entire time i was packing, i thought about louis. this is weird. he's your best friend. your really fit, funny, cute best friend. crap. i have a crush on louis tomlinson...

i pack my bag a little faster, busying myself for no reason. to stall going over to louis's house? probably. to distract my mind from the caramel skinned boy? definitely.

after fifteen minutes, i had my bag packed and in my car, ready to go to louis's. i sent him a quick text, telling him i was in the way and he hit me back immediately, telling me he was waiting, but that the door was unlocked, so i could just walk in. i smiled and started driving, letting coldplay to play softly through the radio speakers.

the thing i loved about being in a band was we all lived relatively close to each other. so, it was only a ten minute drive to louis's flat. i stepped out of my car, grabbing my bag and retrieving my phone from the cup holder in the front of the car. once everything was settled, i could hear louis's door open. i looked up and saw louis walking toward me. he grabbed the bag off my shoulders, making me empty handed.

"lou, i'll carry that." "nonsense, love! come on in!"

he walked me into his house as i trailed behind. he put my bag in his room and i looked at him.

"i thought i'd stay in the guest room like usual?" "we need to talk. harold, have a seat."

i sat down immediately, embarrassed by my submission to louis. i blushed slightly, but louis didn't notice.

"harry, i'm gonna rip this off like a band-aid. i like you." "what do you mean?" "i'm in love with you." "why?" "excuse me?" why me? your best friend. don't get me wrong, i'm head over heels in love with you, but we're best friends. wouldn't this make everything awkward. not to mention, it's unprofessional since we're in a band together."

"you love me too?" "yeah lou, i do." "if you love me so much, you'd stop caring about the possible consequences and just love me."

"louis?" "harry?" "be my boyfriend?"

louis didn't say anything. this was the quietest i've seen him in the time i've known him. he made direct eye contact with me and pressed his lips against mine. as the kiss got lengthier, the passion grew.

three minutes later, louis broke the kiss. i pouted and he pecked my nose, my cheek, then my lips. he laid down on the bed and pulled me down with him, causing me to scream in shock and at the fact that his cold fingertips touched my belly slightly.

i laid down beside the doncaster man and cuddled into his neck, breathing in his heavenly and homely scent of cinnamon and apple bark. i kissed him collarbone and he kissed my mop of curly hair.

"i love you, sunshine." "i love you too, lou."