I Love Everything About You (Sequel) (Larry Stylinson)COMPLETED

Chappy Five

I'm soooooo sorry it's been so long. New school, actually got a life, a job...I've got no time lately.  I'll try to just hurry up and quit with the excuses! :S

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three weeks later

Louis

Honestly, I knew I was being childish, but the best part about being immature is that your too immature to care how childish you looked….if that made any sense. Even it if didn’t, I. Don’t. Care- I was still in a foul mood  over the current situation, even though I knew I really had no right to be.

Harry was with Zayn.

No problem right? Just two band members going to hang out, like they have in the past a thousand times before, just like they always had. The problem? Usually I, or one of the others were with them. Harry and Zayn do not just “hang out” like this.

Now, by saying all this, I do not for one millisecond even think that anything is going on- I’m childish, I’m stupid, but I’m not that bad. Both of them are two of the greatest people in the world (though, maybe Hazza is a liiiiitle smidgen higher in my books but that’s for…well, obvious reasons, if you catch my drift), but they just didn’t “hang out”. That’s like…well, I can’t really come up with a comparison, but it’s weird!

Zayn is just this usually quiet, laid back, homebody and Harry is…oh God, he’s everything I love- reckless, somewhat stupid at times,  funny (so is Zayn but... again, a different kind of humor), and outgoing- cut from wayyyy different cloths. If you add a couple of the other guys in the mix, it makes perfect sense for us all to hang but…

...it was weird.

At first, I thought, maybe just Harry and Zayn had to talk about something that was bothering one of them- both are great listeners, and both are great with advice. But after the third day spent together in one week, I knew that couldn’t be it.

Then I thought, maybe they are planning something- but that also couldn’t be it- there’s nothing coming up to plan for, and neither of them were the most organized- though I must admit that both were better at it than me. So, me being the childish git that I am, went and tracked ‘em once last week, just to see if maybe something was happening I wasn’t aware of. Alas, after about ten minutes I got bored and just went and got some creamsicles instead.

So, where did this leave me? This left me at home, upside down on my bed, the same as I have been for the last three weeks, mulling this weird conundrum over. I’ve also been mulling over why I was mulling this over so much. I can’t really come up with an explanation.

It’s not jealousy- and no, I’m not in denial. I can honestly say I get jealous almost every time I see Harry getting jumped on by hot fans, so I know the feeling, and this isn’t it per se. Maybe I was a little jealous of the fact that all my time with my Hazza was being taken away…maybe.

Whatever my issue was, I had to figure out how to hide it before Harry got back, because if he noticed, he would try to make me feel better, and then I would end up feeling like even more like a douche bag (more than I already did).

“Loooouuubear! I’m hooooommmmeeee!!” My Hazza called from somewhere downstairs. I heard the cupboards in the kitchen openening and closing, then the fridge, and then silence for a second. “Lou?”

I thought about not answering, worried my voice would come out sounding funny, but then I realized I was being an idiot- you can’t just not answer someone- that’s mean!

“Up here!” I called down to him, though I didn’t bother getting up to go see him. If  he wanted to see me so bad, he wouldn’t have spent the last seven hours with Zayn. I tried to suck in my pouty face I knew I had on, and took in a deep calming breath. Maybe I should take up Zen, like Melanie had been suggesting.

I’ve been texting her even more than I usually do lately, just keeping her up to date on my relationship (because  she would honestly castrate me if I didn’t). I had kept telling her we were fine, but she can see through even my texts- she has super powers, I swear.

I heard him hop gracefully up the steps two at a time like he always does, opening my door and popping his curly head in.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” He asked, smiling wide. His dimples were showing, and I wanted nothing more than to leap over there and kiss him…well, a part of me wanted that. The other part wanted to know what the hell was so important he had to be with Zayn all day and not me (again, pouty face threatening to surface).

“Not a whole lot. Just listening to some tunes. How was your day?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Great! If you had nothing to do all day, maybe you think you should have cleaned your room?” He said, sounding like Liam, but more mischevious,  and joking. I rolled over to he wasn’t standing on the ceiling anymore, and winked at him.

“That’s why I keep you around isn’t it?” I smirked. He widened his eyes in mock horror.

“Louis Tomlinson! I’m offended! Is that all I am to you? A live-in maid?” He pouted. I was starting to forget how much I had missed him today, how upset I was that he had been gone, happy that he was here now.

“Well…no.” I said, getting up and slowly walking over to him, dragging my hand along the bed. When I got close enough, I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him slowly on the lips. He closed his eyes as I pecked and nipped my way along his jaw, getting closer to his ear. I waited a moment, breathing slowly, feeling him shiver in anticipation beside me.

“You also have an impressive…” I whispered, twirling his hair. I bit back my laughter as again I felt him shiver underneath my fingers. “…knack for cooking the perfect omelette. I like that about you.” This time I couldn’t suppress the chuckle that left my throat, as his hands that had been around my waist stiffened. I threw my head back and laughed at his expression.

“Oh, so funny hm?” my Hazza said huskily, clearly amused. His hands suddenly slipped under my shirt, removing it in one silky movement. Honestly, I had no idea how he did that- whenever I tried to take his off, we both just end up in a tangled mess.

He pushed me over to the bed, but due to the amount of clothes all over the place, we barely made it there without tripping- still, his amazing green eyes never left mine. He took his shirt off, then his pants, and somewhere in the mix of hands and lips and heat, I realized we were completely unclothed. How did he do this to me? How did he make me forget about time and space entirely? I shouldn’t be possible.

One person shouldn’t have so much control over another.

His hands made their way slowly, tauntingly, downwards, and he playfully nipped at my ear. “Let me show you what else I have an…impressive knack for.” He whispered breathily. Honestly,  I loved him more than anyone in the world.

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Sooo short, I know, I'm so sorry! Honestly, next one will be better!! :'(