Save me - Larry stylinson

Chapter five

Harry's POV

"Would you at least try to be quiet?" i whisper-yell as Louis fall in the stairs.

"I'm sorry that these shoes are fucking uncomfortable" he mutters

"So take them off" i say as we reach my bedroom.

"Good idea Harold!" he nods

I blush when he calls me Harold. Only my friends call me that and me and Louis are not friends.

"Why did you come here Louis?" I ask him when he lays down on my bed and pats beside him for me to sit down.

"Because I couldn't go home" he laughs.

"Why?" i ask. Fuck, dont ask him too many questions Harry!

"Because I'm drunk as fuck." he says and look me straight in the eyes.

I cant quite read the emotion behind them. I'm usually good at reading people. But he's so difficult.

"What made you drink so much then?" Agh I ask too many questions. I cant help it.

"You" he whispers. I look at him with wide eyes. I'm surprised that he didn't yell at me. But I'm more surprised that I'm the reason why he's been drinking.

I cant help but feel guilty for making him drink so much.

I blush when he reaches out and start playing with my curls. I usually don't like it when people touch them, but Louis' touch is something different. It's like he knows how I like it.

"You have no I idea how my fingers have been longing to do that." he says in a soft voice. "

I smile. A wide smile to be sure that I show my dimples. I've noticed how he stares at them.

"You make me crazy." he whispers and poke one of my dimples.

I don't think it's possible for my cheeks to turn more red now. The way his eyes studies my body makes my heart jump. His fingers stroke my arm up and down. We lay like that in silence for a few minutes. Not an awkward silence but a comfortable one. I almost fall asleep from his touch.

"Let's ask each other question shall we?" he says and claps his hands like a happy child.

"I don't think thats a good idea" i say as the image of Louis fainting comes to my mind.

"Come on it will be fun since I ask the questions this time." he laughs.

"Um okay" I shrug.

"So Harold. What do you plan on doing after High School?"

"I'm not sure yet." I blush and look away.

"Oh come on tell me!" he begs.

I'm not sure if I should make something up or just tell him the truth. Maybe this is my chance to get to know him better.

I go for the truth. "I dream of becoming a singer" I whisper and hide my face in my pillow.

"Why do you find that so awkward?" he laughs and try to pull my head up from the pillow.

I sigh and lift my head up. "Because I can't even sing!"

"Oh stop it. I'm sure you can" he says and give me a big smile.

"sing for me" he whispers.

I shake my head. There is no way on earth I'm going to sing in front of him.

"Come on! I will start yelling if you don't" he says and raise his voice.

He looks at me and open his mouth to yell.