A/N. Okay, so really, this one-shot doesn't have a meaning, I just had all these Larry feels lately, and I really needed to get this out. (Really, I imagined it being me and not Louis) Oh god! I'm such a sucker for cheesy stories, and I love to write fluff! Though, I guess there's not that much fluff in this. Whatever... Enjoy!

xx- ohfortheloveof-uuuhm (BTW thinking about shortening it from ohfortheloveof-uuhm to oFtLo-Uuu in these A/N's. What do you think? Or maybe you want to give me a nickname I can use? I LOVE nicknames!)(OKAY THIS IS PUT UP 3-4 HOURS AFTER POSTING! I HAVE DECIDED YOU WILL CALL ME CHEEZIE!)

xx Cheezie

He Will Be Loved (Louis' P.O.V)

Harry had just closed the apartment door, and was walking tiredly to fling himself on the couch. Spinning could be hard sometimes. I grinned mischievously at him.

"That is probably the dumbest thing you have ever done, Haz!"

"Oh? How so?" He grumbled, sprawling out on the couch. I didn't bother to tell him why, I just did it. I ran from the door and flung myself on top of him. He grunted and turned over so my weight wouldn't bother him that much. Somehow he ended up on his side, his head on my chest and his arms flung around my waist. I threw him a glance from my precarious position. I'd ended up on the edge of the couch, almost half of my upper body and my left leg dangling on open air. Harry, of course, laid with his left side down in the couch, perfectly safe, with me as a barrier between him and the edge. He had closed his eyes, his lashes creating soft, dark crescents on his cheekbones. He'd started to snore softly. I had always adored Harry's snore. It was soft, and almost girly. It came in soft, soft mews. It was the kind of snore you could fall asleep to.

Harry was always perfect, even when he was sweaty and exhausted, I thought , after noticing his still damp curls from showering after this evenings workout. Wait a second!-A sweaty and exhausted Harry was probably better than anything else! After a workout or concert he would be tired and grumpy-faced, just like he was now. I loved to snuggle with him then. Just the two of us laying on the couch, bodies flush, his arms flung around me. I loved it when he was tired and mumbled soft nothings into my chest, and I would hum in response, making him giggle at the vibrations planting from my chest to his head. Those silent afternoons and nights, when we wouldn't do anything else than eat, snuggle and then go to sleep. I think I love him.

Oh shit! Where the hell did that come from? I looked down nervously at Harry, hoping he hadn't noticed my hitched breath. I reassessed. Did I love Harry? He was my best friend, and the only one who managed to calm me down. I always noted his moods, like I had some kind of sixth Harry-sense. I had always admired him, both looks and personality. He was the only one who managed to get me to fall asleep after a nightmare. I guess that was good reasons for loving somebody. But how? In what way did I love him? Was it as a best friend, brother or was it something more? I didn't know. I checked my wristwatch. I hoped it would be getting late. These feelings would be much easier to sort trough with Harry in his own bed, and not sprawling over me like he did now. I let out a sigh of relief. The clock was 11.30 and we had to get up early in the morning. I cast another glance at Harry. It was in moments like these that it was easy to understand that he was the youngest member of the band. He certainly didn't seem like it sometimes. I shook him gently.

"Harry. Harryyy!" I murmured into his ear. He mumbled something indiscernible and stretched a bit.

"Haz. Its almost twelve o'clock. Its time to get you to bed, you sleepyhead." He chuckled a bit at my rhyme.

"Whatever you want, Lou." He sighed and slowly sat up. His movements was enough, and he tipped me out of the couch. He started to laugh when he saw my bewildered expression at suddenly finding myself on the floor.

"I think there is another that needs to go to bed." He mumbled sleepily, and tugged me up of the floor. I walked him to his bedroom door and said my usual good night.

"Night, Haz. I love you."

"I love you to, Lou." Harry responded automatically. Then suddenly, I felt him embrace me. That was new. He bent down slightly to make up for the small difference in height, and out of the blue, I felt his lips on mine. It was a soft kiss, his lips just slightly pressing down on mine. I stood rigid and tensed for a second, wondering what was going on. I started to enjoy if after a small, insecure moment and I kissed back. This was nothing like our faked kisses or snogs, this felt real. But just as abruptly as it had started it ended.

"Night, Lou." Harry said and walked of like nothing had happened. I stood outside his bedroom long after he closed door and pondered what the hell had happened.

A/N:

Okay, so a bit of fluff anyways.. I really am wondering if I should keep this as an one-shot after all. Please tell me your opinions. Maybe I should write another part in Harry's P.O.V? BTW I don't know why I started to describe the way Harry snores, but I always imagined him having this girly, light snore.