The Ghost Counselor [Ziall] [MAJOR EDITING]

21~ Friendly.

[A/N] So, you guys might remember that I asked you lot if you wanted more Larry. The votes I got were 50/50 so I decided to make everyone happy by including just one fluffy Larry chapter, and then they will be only mentioned in future chappies. :) 

So, if you don't ship Larry, skip this chapter. And if you do, I hope you enjoy. :D xx

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LOUIS' POV

This party was seriously awesome! Even better than Zayn's parties, and that's saying something. Of course this party was thrown by our hazel eyed best friend's boyfriend Justin Bieber, and the bloke did quite well for his first party.

I had planned on getting hammered today, but since my partner in crime, Harry was nowhere to be seen, I wasn't feeling like it. Where did he disappear to anyway? I shrugged it off and downed my drink, slamming the empty bottle on the counter.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw Zayn and Justin acting all lovey dovey, and I frowned. Ever since Zayn had gotten with Justin, he seemed a bit off. He was usually so confident and opinionated, but now, he was just quiet and broody all the time, tense around Justin. That guy gave off a bad vibe.

I know Zayn was my best friend, but we didn't share a bond like Liam and Zayn did. Like Harry and I did. And I know that Liam probably knows what's going on with Zayn lately that's making him act so iffy.

Speaking of the curly haired boy, he had disappeared into the crowd the moment we had arrived, leaving me all alone. Bastard. I had a vague idea of what he was up-to, and I was not going to give in to his mind games.

I jumped in shock when a slender arm hooked around my waist, and curls ticked my neck as he leaner down to whisper in my ear, his hot breath making me shiver in pleasure. "Let's dance, Boobear." Speak of the devil. I turned around in the bar stool with an innocent smile, pretending that his touch had no effect on me.

I know, I know. We were best friends, brothers from another mother. But lately, some strange feelings had grown between us, and instead of ignoring them to preserve our friendship and making it more awkward, without discussion, we decided to just go with the flow.

And going with the flow was really proving to be harder for me by the fucking second, especially when Harry always acted so damn seductive, and then pretended like nothing happened.

I try to make him jealous, he doesn't react. At least he pretends he doesn't. And now it's driving me mad.

Wordlessly, I stood up and Harry encased my hand in his noticeably larger one -weirdly making my stomach tingle- gently leading me to the dance floor located in the middle lobby of the mansion.

Some cheesy pop song was on, but I paid no mind to it, just kept my eyes locked with Harry, who was smiling sweetly. What were we doing right now? We were friends, more than friends? Why don't we estabilish this once and for all? Why are we playing with each other's heads?

"What are we doing Harry?" I sighed. Harry frowned.

"What does it look like? We're just two friends dancing." I gritted my teeth. There it is again. Friends. Though our friendship is anything but platonic now.

I pulled back, shaking my head. "Seriously, Harry? After all those touches, after what we fucking talked about, after slow dancing like a fucking couple, you're still saying we're just friends?!" I spat.

"N-no, Lou. You know I don't mean it that way. We were always friends but-"

"But now I thought we were more?" I questioned, crossing my arms. When Harry didn't say anything, I shook my head, hurt.