This is my first Larry Stylinson Fanfic so critism is allowed, just not too harsh okay? Thank you 3
(Harry's POV)
I walked down the length of the hallway, my shoes clanking against the marble floor. My breaths were even, as usual but my muscles were tensed with what seemed like an overwhelming fear of what might happen next. It was an imminent dread that was impossible to ignore.
You can say, in the least, I was...scared.
Afraid to face what might change my life forever. Afraid to walk out those doors, someone different.
I looked next to me and saw my best mate, and the cause of all my troubles this past month.
Louis Tomlinson.
Confused?
I wold expect that. You see...it all started 30 days ago. Those days I will never forget.
Here is my story:
Day 1
"Looooouuuuuiiiis!" I shouted, searching aimlessly for the brown headed boy. We were playing a very childish game of hide and seek. It's a typical thing for us to do. We are very immature beings.
"Looouuiiiiiis! I'm gonna find you!" I called out again, warning him. I checked in the closet, under the sofa, in the cabinets. Still the blue eyed boy is unseen.
I live in this flat alone with Louis while Zayn, Niall and Liam have their own. Together we form a boy band called One Direction. I think of us as a pretty popular band.
Lately, I have developed...feelings for Louis. I am starting to worry it will affect our career. I mean, I never thought I was gay...at all. I used to be completely straight. Maybe I'm just gay for Louis...
"Where the heck are you mate?!" I called out in frustration. Like he would ever tell me! He is amazing at this game!
"Alright, mate, I give up!" I flew my arms up in defeat as a body fell from the ceiling.
"OW!" the figure screamed out in pain. I flung my hand up to my chest to try to calm my racing heart beat.
"What the hell Louis! You scared the shit outta me!" I stated, gasping for air.
"Sorry hazzabear!" he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as a nervous smile appeared on his lips.
"It's fine. How in the world did you get up there anyways?!" I asked, raising my brow.
"With great skill and determination." he smiled triumphantly. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen.
"You want lunch?" I asked, rummaging through the fridge for any food.
"Yes please! Toast with eggs would be preeeemuim!" he called from the living room. I smiled to myself, getting out the necessities to make his order.
After about 10 minutes, the eggs and toast were done. I brought the lunch out to Louis who sent me a quick 'thank you' before eating his meal. I watched intently, scooping up little amounts of eggs.
I take my time, scanning his features. I'm trying to memorize every line, how his chest looks every time it rises and falls. I want to make sure that if anything were to separate us, I would remember everything about him, every curve.
He notices my gaze and looks up, looking puzzled for a moment before a smile spread across his lips, "I know I am damn sexy, but could it help to keep your eyes off of me for one second?"
I raise a brow and then it hits me. I was staring for way too long. I look at the ground nervously, hoping he doesn't notice my faint blush that is spreading across my cheeks.
"It's okay hazza, I still love you." he smiles brightly and I loose it. I feel all warm inside and I feel like I could fly as his rich blue eyes stare into mine.
"Love you too boobear." I smiled weakly.
Little does he know, those words carry so much meaning. I love you more than I have ever loved anything before. I love you more than I should. I love your hair, your smile, your style...I love you.
I just wish I had the guts to say the full extent of what it means.
Sorry for the shortness...but whatever! Haha Its only the first chapter.
