Harry POV
In two weeks our new tour 'Take me home' started. Surprisingly, I wasn't nervous... yet. The boys all came over to Louis and I's apartment. Niall, as usually, ran directly towards our fridge to look for some food when he entered our apartment. Liam brought some drinks, and Zayn brought… well... he brought himself. We had been talking and laughing for hours. We were talking what we did during our time off, the holidays with our families and Niall was head over heels in love with his newborn nephew. Louis was wearing his glasses tonight because his eyes have been itchy for two days.
We were all a bit tipsy because of the beer that we easily cast down our throats. Niall came up with this new favorite game of his - spin the bottle. Normally I would have been a fan of this game, but not now. What if my bottle ended up pointing at Louis? Then I'd have to kiss him, and that would make me crumble to my knees. I know I'm gay, at least I'm gay for Louis, I've known since the X-Factor. I feel something for Louis, something special. When Louis and I are fooling around the apartment, when he walks in the kitchen in the morning half-naked, hair messy and a voice filled with sleep, my heart makes those weird jumps. But when I did end up having to kiss Louis, I would at least experience how it feels to kiss a boy, how it feels kissing Louis.
As Niall spinned his bottle, everyone waited eagerly. Eventually it landed on Liam. "Niall, go on. Kiss that sexy boy!" Zayn laughed. Niall went over to Liam, who was still shocked. They both swallowed loudly, and gave each other a peck on the lips. Liam quickly wiped his lips clean, causing Zayn to almost choke in his laughter. "Harreh, you're next lad!" Niall said when pushing the bottle towards me. When I placed my hand to the bottle, it suddenly hit me. I prayed to God it would land on Louis. Adorable, sexy, sweet Louis.
Louis POV
I felt like I was slapped in my face. Harry's bottle had stopped spinning and it pointed out to me. I'd love to kiss him, because I know he does something special to me, although I don't want to admit it because it will never work due to management, fans, … But Harry isn't gay, I know that. So I don't have to make myself accept I'm gay because it has no point. Neither of the boys said anything. Even Naill-I'm-always-loud-and-hyper didn't say a word. What was wrong with them? "Are you gonna make your way up here Haz or are you going to keep staring at me?" I asked, slightly anxious of what would happen, but also a bit excited. With a shy smile on his face, harry slowly made his way over to me. I felt the muscles in his arm tense when I touched it. Harry leaned in, and so did I. "Okaay that's enough for now!" Liam yelled, obviously drunk.
Harry and I chuckled and immediately realized what was happening. We were about to kiss. "Liam you stupid! You just ruined the moment!" Zayn yelled. "Yeah, we were about to witness the very first Larry Stylinson kiss!" Niall screamed. I looked at Harry, who's cheeks were red as hell. "Who's Larry?" Liam asked clearly confused. "Omg Liam… Seriously? Are you that wasted?" Niall slapped his face. "Come on Niall, let's take him home." Zayn said. "Yeah, let's leave the love birds alone…" Niall murmured. Harry let the boys out, laughing drunkily at how they dragged Liam with him. "The boys and their fantasy, crazy lads." I laughed. "Yeah, fantasy…" Harry said before saying goodnight and entering his bedroom. What did he mean by that? Guess I won't be having many sleep this night.