KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

POURING OIL ON TROUBLED WATER

"Don't you believe me?" Harry says softly. His voice is so different now, almost soothing but also hurting, what the fuck. Louis doesn't answer at first. He feels too embarrassed and a little bit too proud. When Harry pulls back, Louis stays in his position for a while but then he decides to talk. Staying quiet wouldn't help anyone.

"I'm not grumpy," Louis says quietly. He pauses for a while, then he decides to tell Harry the truth. He takes a deep breath. "I'm hurt." He wipes his eyes. At least he's not crying although he feels like it. "It hurt me when you said that we weren't in a relationship."

"It was stupid of me to say this."

"It was stupid of me to think . . . whatever I was thinking. I don't know. I'm also sorry for running away. I should have talked to you and I'm also sorry for asking this stupid question, you know."

"Forget about the question, it's okay. I think I overreacted too. We can't turn back time but when it comes to feelings, we all make mistakes."

"You don't."

"I do, Lou. I'm not your Mister Perfect anyway." Harry gives Louis a small smile.

"I'm glad those days are gone. I didn't mean it."

"I know. It was just to annoy me and I'm over it. But . . . what about my voice, you mentioned the way I talked to my friend – what about that?"

The thought of it stings a little in Louis' heart but he pushes this feeling away. "It sounded like . . . like it sounded when you sometimes talked to me. I don't know how to describe it. I love your voice, it's soothing and warm and it feels like you use that special tone sometimes and when I heard you talking to her like that it hurt me deep inside as if you were cheating on me." Louis covers his face with his hands because he feels himself flushing immensely. He's never been that honest to anyone when it came to his feelings and that makes him feel weird. "Sorry," he mumbles, "this was stupid of me to say. We're not in a relationship and you can do whatever you want. I don't know what's happening." He sighs as he takes his hands away. "I'm also sorry for overreacting."

Harry doesn't answer. He just looks at Louis as he puts his hand onto his cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb as he leans in to give him a gentle, soft kiss onto his lips. As he pulls back, his eyes seem to sparkle again. "What if I want to?" he asks with a low voice, taking Louis' hand in his.

"Holding my hand?"

Harry chuckles. "No, silly. What would you say if we got serious about this . . . us?" Louis just looks at Harry who laughs out quietly. "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"I just . . . I don't know."

"I would like to be your boyfriend, if you want me to."

"Like . . . in a relationship?"

"Yes. A proper relationship."

"Do you really mean it?"

"I really mean it, Lou. Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Louis nods slowly as he puts his hand onto Harry's neck and pulls him closer for a kiss. "Is this a yes?" Harry smiles against Louis's lips and Louis can't help but give Harry a huge, happy smile.

"I want to be with you more than anything, Harold," Louis says quietly. "More than anything."

"I love when you call me Harold. You haven't done that in a while."

"I might do it more often now," Louis says as lays down on his bed, propping his head up onto the soft pillows.

Harry lays down onto Louis' tummy and Louis rakes his hand through Harry's dense curls. Harry closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them again. "I'm sorry that I said that relationship thing. To be honest, it felt as if we were in a relationship already but I was hurt by your words and I was angry that you ran away so I said it to hurt you because I was hurt. I'm really sorry." Harry takes Louis' hand and kisses his knuckles. "I really shouldn't have said that."

Louis presses a kiss onto Harry's forehead. "It's fine, I'm not pissed anymore and now it feels kind of funny that we both felt the same but hurt each other anyway, right?"

"Yeah, it's kind of funny but also stupid and childish."

"You make me feel so many emotions at once that I can barely sort them out. I've never experienced something close to this."