Larry Stylinson Oneshots

A date?

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Harry's POV

Louis is my best friend. Always has been and probably always will be. We have known each other since we were born. Our mothers were friends in college and when they finally had us, it only made sense that we would hang out all the time. Not only was Louis my best friends. He is also happened to be my first -and only- crush.

Most people assume we are dating because of how close we are. The thing is, neither of us really deny it. I guess be both kind of know that we like each other.

Since we came out to each other at the beginning of high school, our relationship kind of changed. We have always been closer than most best friends, since we literally are always around each other. But, now we are always snuggling and saying casual 'I love you's.

We have never done anything. Never kissed or even talk about it. It's just some sort of unspoken thing. It's kind of unbearable at times, not knowing whether or not we are actually together. We have been on "dates", I put that in quotes because we have never called them dates out loud. It's just the two of us hanging out, but I guess because of how we act around each other they could be considered dates.

It's the summer before grade 11. We are going on one of these 'date-not-date's tonight. Louis won't tell me where we are going though. I'm kind of excited. Scratch that. I'm extremely excited.

"Hello love." Louis says walking into my room. Oh and I forgot to mention the pet names. They make my heart flutter and my cheeks pink. "You ready to go?"

"Almost." I answer.

My back is facing him, I am trying ti figure out what I should wear. I am surprised when I feel Louis arms wrap around my stomach. He is a little bit taller than me so he had to lean down to press his nose and lips into my shoulder, which he does. My breath hitches. It still does that, even though it's a regular occurrence for us to be touching like this.

"You should wear that." He says pointing to a plain black shirt in my closet. I am wearing a plain white one right now, and a pair of black skinny jeans.

I turn around in his hold, frowning. "Why?"

"Well I can't tell you that Harold." He gives me a cheeky smile, tightening his grip on my waist. "It would give away the surprise."

I smile, because his is so contagious. I want to kiss him. I have been wanting to kiss him for a very long time. But I haven't. I'm scared that even though he is showing me in every way that he likes me, that he just thinks we are close friends.

"Alright then." I say, turning to get the shirt before I do something stupid.

I pull the shirt I am wearing off over my head, throwing it not my bed. I can feel Louis eyes on me when I turn back around. He is staring at my bare chest.

"You alright there Lou?" I ask smirking.

He flushes looking away. I chuckle and pull the other shirt over my head.

"Come on let's go." I grab his arm and pull him out of my room.

We walk down the stairs to the front and put on our shoes.

"H?" My mum calls. "You going somewhere?"

"Yeah!" I call back. "Lou and I are going out!"

"Okay have fun!"

"We will!" Louis calls back in answer.

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Once we are driving I try asking where we are going again. But Louis, being stubborn, won't tell me a single thing.