LAAARRYYY PRS

(OH MY GOD NIAM GAAD) (du glömde zayn btw)

This came all out of a sudden. No one knew how to react. Except for Niall. He went to Liam and kissed him, angrily and quick just to prove his point. Nobody was speaking. Liam looked away and then at Liam.
"Just to prove my point," he said, not making it clear if he was convincing Liam or himself, and stormed out the room.

It was quiet for another minute, then Zayn spoke.
"Am I the only one here who's still straight?"
"Looks like it," Liam responded, and went to look for Niall.
Zayn stood up. "I think I should go too. You know, see where Niall is," he said and left.
Harry glanced at Louis. He had nothing to say, he just laid his head on Louis's shoulder and closed his eyes. This was a lot to take in. His friend kissed his friend who barely is his friend anymore, to prove a point, and then left without saying anything else. It didn't really make sense, but he could think about that later.

(Haha, poor Zayn...xD Skriver i Liams perspektiv nu bara för att jag måste...)

Liams heart was probably not a heart anymore, at least he couldn´t feel it in his chest anymore. A fast beating pulse went crazy somewhere in his throat.
He just needed to apologize, regardless if Niall didn´t really loved him or if he actually felt the same. That was an impossible eventuality, not likely at all, but hadn´t he learned that anything could happen just a few days ago? And a minute ago when Niall kissed him?
Oh, and that kiss. Liam had dreamed of that a while now, and when it finally became reality... It was incredible, unbelievable, and so, so quick that Liam couldn´t kiss him back. It was angry and not loving, not as he imagined his probably nonexistent first kiss with Niall would be.
But it was still a kiss.
A little, little sign of Nialls feelings.
Niall didn´t waste a kiss, he wasn´t heartless.
And there he ran, the blond boy Liam had a huge crush on.
Suddenly he was aware of how fast his heart beated.
"Niall", Liam shouted before he could stop himself. He had only one thought in his mind; apologize. "Niall, please, wait! I´m so, so sorry. I don´t know what´s gotten into me. Harry and Louis are perfect for each other. Just wait, obviously we need to talk."
Why was it so difficult to follow a plan? Why couldn´t Liam just blurt out his feelings?
"Oh, you stupid idiot! Why can´t you understand? I am hurt, you made me feel bad. Probably you wonder how, and I should let you figure that out yourself. Come on, try to use your brain!"
Niall turned around while screaming far too loud. His lips trembled and there was tears in his eyes.
What had he done? Stupid, stupid Liam.
Next time, be honest.
For gods sake, be honest.

"It´s like we´re long forgotten", Louis murmured. "Now it´s Niam-drama all the way. I didn´t suspect anything at all, but it actually seems that Liam is in love with Niall, or am I way off?"
It was a strange thought, but so alike how he acted around Harry before he knew his feelings were mutual.
Poor Zayn. He would be the fifth wheel.

(GAHAHAH dör)

Harry thought about it. He'd never noticed anything between Niall and Liam. If he said that he had, it would be lying. He fiddled with his fingers and bite his lips like he always did when he had nothing to say.
"Well, I've never seen anything," he responded to Louis's thought. "This all was a real surprise to me. I never expected that. Especially Liam."
He put his arm around Louis's neck and rested his head on the wall behind. "But I guess whom someone falls in love with is not really necessary to know. Maybe he isn't, as I said, I've never noticed. Presumably he's been hiding it well, if it's true."
He inhaled deeply, and watched his feet for some strange reason he hadn't figured out yet.

(FÖRLÅT FÖR KORT MEN JAG KAN INTE SKRIVA SÅ LÅNGT SOM DU DET ÄR SVÅRT)

(Du behöver inte skriva långt xD Jag kommer typ in i storyn totalt...)

"Yeah", Louis agreed while trying to calm down. "I don't know what to believe anymore. Partly, things fit, like Liams fear. Maybe he's scared that we would figure out that he´s gay, therefore pretends he hating homosexuality. And every time Niall mentions that topic is he totally paralyzed and gets angrier. The anger is perhaps a shield to hide his true feelings. But honestly, until last week I haven´t seen a single sign that proves that Liams feelings against Niall is more than friendly. It really doesn't make sense. Why would Liam pretend to hate gay, clearly it makes it a lot worse. Hear, he seems pretty pissed off, doesn't he?"
That was rightly entirely correct. Nialls voice raised somewhere not far away. Louis couldn't tell what he was screaming, he was too upset to speak clearly.
"I feel bad for Liam, but he deserves it", Louis admitted. "And I don't know íf we´re going to record this album now, time is short. And Nialls voice is probably gone by then."
Harry was just going to say something, but closed his mouth when Nialls voice grew louder. He sighed, and tried to speak for a second time, closed his mouth once again and was rudely interrupted by a panting Zayn who entered the room.
"I´ve found them both!" he gasped. "I saw Niall scream unspeakable and unkindly things to Liam, which he totally deserves, and when I came in and reminded them of this recording we should do in a few minutes Niall went completely insane and shouted even louder. I thought that they probably needed to be alone, so I ran here. Don't go and try to make them shake hands. I think Liam could do that, he's more afraid than ever before, but I've never seen Niall that angry... Poor Liam... Only standing there. Niall just... He..." Zayn fought with his words. "Crazy", he finished lamely.
"I would prefer poor Zayn", Louis said. "You always happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I hope they'll make it, though."

(Vänta lite, varför är Niall arg när det var han som kysste Liam? )

"Um, so how bad is the fight?" Harry asked. He needed to know in case they'd get violent. He'd be worrying, he does that all the time. Maybe too much.
"Prrretty bad," Zayn admitted. "Niall is furious. I've never seen him like this. Do you guys think that Niall kissed him for some other reason than to prove him right?"
"Well, maybe," Harry responded. "But what reason then?"
Zayn started to studder. "T-that he's gay too?"
"Well, if you mean the word from the old British English ..."
"Harry, you know what I mean."
"I don't know, ask him."
Zayn sighed. "It's not really my thing to know. I'll just go eavesdrop them for a while," he laughed and went away once again.

Two weeks later, Liam and Niall were so mad that they couldn't keep a normal conversation. Louis believed Liam was upset because Niall kissed him, but he never really spoked about it, unlike Niall who constantly reminded the other boys that there was no need of make piece. According to Niall, it was impossible, and nothing worth considering for. How they managed to sing together and work as a band, as a fellowship, was a mystery. Actually, it didn't work quite as well as usual.
Louis wasn't sure anymore if Niall and Liam ever would be capable of being something like friends again. He tried to convince himself that they would fix it, he and Harry did, but a unwelcome voice in his head kept telling him it was too late.
And another voice shouted all the time that everything was Louis fault.
And there was his own voice. That never told those things he wanted to say, that he was tired of arguing.
Unfortunate that it was the truth.

"Hi babe", Louis said with a smile as he entered Harry's room.
Hungrily he looked at his boyfriends slightly parted lips and practically ran into Harrys strong arms. He crashed his mouth against his curly mans lips and only thought
more.
More.
More.
Suddenly Louis arms were somewhere else, maybe in Harrys soft, messy, curly hair, or maybe in his belt loops trying to pull him closer. It really didn't matter.
Fireworks
Fireworks
Fireworks
Harrys mouth tasted like sweet tea, as many times before. When he let his tongue slide into Louis mouth he moaned, but didn't want to break the kiss.

Harry put his arms around his boyfriend's waist and pulled him closer. The sudden kiss did surprise him, but he didn't mind it. No, the opposite. He enjoyed every part of it. He pulled away for just a second.
"Well, look who's sexy today," he smirked, sentence followed by more kisses, little on the cheek, little on the mouth and little on the neck. He wondered what would happen if someone opened the door and walked into the room this second. Although he was quite sure Louis locked the door.
"Did you look the door?" he asked, caressing his spine lovingly.
"Yeah, why'd you ask?" Louis answered.
"I don't know, just asking," he said. They kissed again, this time al little deeper and faster. Wrong and disgusting thoughts took over Harry's mind, so before he did something stupid, he pulled away and stared into Louis's eyes.
"What are those little things about you that makes me fall in love with you?" he said, examining Louis. "I mean, those small, cute things. Like how you can't go to bed without a cup of tea, those sleep talking conversations that makes no sense to me but I still keep them, those things."
"I talk in my sleep?" Louis asked, confused.
"I should write a song about it," said Harry, ignoring Louis's question. "And it'll go like this: 'I'm in love with Lou and all his little things.'"
They shared a kiss again, a deep and romantic one. Harry thought about how extremely beautiful and perfect his boyfriend was. Baby, we're perfect, he thought and pulled Louis even closer. He wanted to live in the moment, right now. And the best way to that, is to take advantage of every second you got.

(ok om någon annan än jag eller alma läser det här ska ni veta att vi är lite fluffiga av oss och vi shippar larry wayy to much)

“I like that,” Louis said between kisses. “Our song. But we should keep the part “I´m in love with Lou”, for ourselves. Modest! wouldn´t like it, right?”
“Now, shut up and kiss me, you fool.”
And so he did. He kissed every single part of Harrys face, explored every corner of his mouth. He won the battle, as always. Wanting to leave a mark, he bent down and sucked Harrys neck, his soft, soft skin, making him moan.
"I love you so damn much," he said as he finished the bite mark. "So damn, damn much".
Slowly kissing Harrys lips, he closed his eyes and enjoyed every second, every single touch.
It was quite difficult to calm down, try to not go any further.
At least at first.
Louis didn´t know if he could say he failed, because somehow they ended up entwined on Harrys bed, cuddling on a whole new level. It wasn´t particularly wild, neither was it a making-out-on-the-bed-thing, instead it was a simple, cozy, sweet cuddling with a Harry-and-Louis-touch which made it even better.
Honestly, it was easy to hold back, because there was nothing like Larry Stylinson-cuddling.
Oh, that sounded like a commercial.
"Baby you light up my world like nobody else," Louis sung softly, not upbeat, more like a romantic love confession. "The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,
Oh, oh,
You don't know you're beautiful".

"Nah, you're beautiful," said Harry and laid his arm around him. "And I love you. And you're adorable. And tiny." He pecked Louis's nose and smiled.
"I'm not tiny! I'm 5'9!" Louis said, offended.
"Yeah, I bet you are," Harry smiled and kissed his forehead. "Wanna do something? Or do you just want to stay here?"
"I don't know... We could watch Titanic and mimic it," Louis joked, laughing.
Harry smirked. "You know what? That's actually a good idea," he said and looked for the DVD. He knew he had it somewhere, he brought it from his old house. And there was a TV in the room.
"Can't find it, give me a hand?" he asked, looking through a bunch of DVD's. Most of them were old, cheesy ones like Love Actually, Grease, Disney and all that stuff.
The looking wasn't going very well. It's easy to lose a DVD when you've moved somewhere.
"Harry, if we're actually doing that, I get to be Jack," said Louis, raising his eyebrows.
"Oh no way, little Rose of mine," Harry smiled and gave his boyfriend another sweet kiss, giving up looking.

"Excuse me?" Louis insisted. "I'm the cool one in our relationship, and you're the cheesy, silly, lovely, intellectual boyfriend. And that means... That I should choose first. Honestly, no it doesn't. But I want to choose first."
How did he success to joke like that and still being serious? It was a mystery.
Pretending to be disappointed, Louis put his hands in his face and groaned. A comfortable silence spread, and Louis slowly towered his head, just to look Harry in the eyes. His lips formed a small smile, then one half of the mouth turned up a bit and a leery grin appeared out of nowhere, or not exactly. Out of a smile. The grin developed into a laugh. Louis hormones was pretty strange, no one could protest, but it kind of confused people when they found out that he was the eldest of them all, One Direction. Some people thought that he should be Daddy Direction, but they certainly didn't knew him well.
Anyway, Louis point was that he liked his hormones, because without them he wouldn't be the person Harry loved.
Oh, that sounded terrible. Like a cheesy movie.
Too bad.
Drowning by his feelings, Louis kissed Harry again.
Always such a pleasure. He didn't deserve that.
Professional singer teachers always say that you can hold your breath far more longer than your reflexes want. That information was pretty useful while you kissed. And difficult; it happened to be extremely hard to NOT breath out the little, little bit oxygen that was left. Not when Harry was throughly breathlessly amazing. Of course he hadn't enough air.
When they finally pulled back, Louis was busy, trying to fill his lungs with pure, no, not pure oxygen.
Damn, he always forgot the important facts when he thought he had the perfect, dramatic sentence.
"You know, I'm pretty obsessed with kissing", Louis panted heavily. "And that makes me the... No, not the cool one. Or maybe, because I'm cool and fabulous and awesome and... Oh what the hell, I guess I'm a striped-T-shirts-fan too."