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“Harry, I’m trying here,” Louis said, the pain evident on his face. I nodded, knowing he was. “Did you – did you really mean it when you said you wished you hadn’t kissed me?” Louis asked, nervously. Louis – nervous? I sighed, unable to explain myself. I just licked my lips and shook my head. “Good,” Louis continued, taking a step towards me. I perked up. Did he just say “good”? And then, before I could ask him to clarify, he took my face in his hands and kissed me, square on the lips. It lasted for a long second, and then he pulled away, searching my eyes for a reaction. But my eyes were the wrong place to look – it was my lips that wanted more. I grabbed his neck and pulled his lips back to mine, and then we walked over to the bed, our lips staying locked together. Louis pushed me down backwards on it and climbed on top of me.


***Louis Tomlinson***
Sunday, December 18th, 2011, in Watford, England
It was the first concert of our first tour. I was nervous, and excited, and it went off without a hitch. It was such a wonderful time in my life – my dreams were coming true right before my eyes, and I had four new, incredible best friends who also happened to be my band mates. Everything was happening so fast and I was determined to make the best of it and have fun while it lasted. I remember the adrenaline coming off stage after we finished our encore – all the screaming fans, the guys all pumped, as we gave each other high fives and headed back to the green room.

There were five of us in the band that had been formed from the reality show the X Factor: myself – Louis Tomlinson, I would be turning twenty in a week; then there were Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, and Niall Horan who were all eighteen, and Harry Styles, who was seventeen. Harry. Even thinking his name made my heart flutter. What was that? I had always liked girls, at least I thought I did, the possibility of any other option had never crossed my mind. I had no problem with people in that lifestyle, I had just never given much thought as to whether or not I was part of that lifestyle. And then I met Harry.

I remember the first time I laid eyes on him in the bathroom, of all places. My heart skipped a beat at the innocence of his face, the dimples on his cheeks, his full lips. I may have imagined it, but it seemed as though Harry’s eyes lingered on mine for a moment before he blinked them away. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but as we started to develop as a band, he and I became close friends. We even bought a house together in North London, just a few blocks from the other guys’ houses. We were quickly becoming best friends – inseparable, really – though he was different from most of the people I had been good friends with before. I usually hung out with guys like me – class clowns. Harry, although he could be silly, had this vulnerable sensitivity to him that drew me in. Not to mention his charm, and fake innocence, because while he looked as sweet as a jar of honey he was the first one to make a dirty joke, which usually made me laugh. And making me laugh wasn’t the easiest feat, as although I loved life and was a generally happy person and always smiling, being the class clown I often thought of the jokes in my head first, so if someone else spoke them I didn’t feel the need to laugh. But Harry’s mind worked differently than mine, and it intrigued me to no end. I told myself that’s what the attraction was – nothing more than intrigue. If only.

We went back to our hotel room in Watford that night, having to get up early the next morning for the three hour drive into Westcliff for our show the following night. I was glad my body was still young and energetic enough to put up with a rigorous tour schedule – at least, I hoped it was.

I rested my head on my pillow and felt like I had only blinked before the hotel phone was ringing with a wake up call. I answered it, and then got ready and headed down to the tour bus with the guys, screaming fans all over the place that our security had to shield us from. It was still crazy that this many people loved us.

The bus driver, Bill, began driving, him being the only one on the bus besides the five of us, and he was cool and stayed out of our hair but let us joke around with him and would give it right back. I immediately lied down on the couch along one side of the bus, debating whether I wanted to take a nap or prank one of my band mates. Harry came over and sat down next to me, petting my hair. We were all very comfortable and touchy feely with each other, although Harry and I more so than the others. As soon as his fingers touched my head, though, I felt a surge of electricity go through my body. I looked up at him alarmed to see if he had noticed, but he didn’t seem to, and I got lost in my thoughts of what, exactly, that electricity was. Maybe it was from watching him pour his heart into the performance last night? Whatever it was, I couldn’t say that I didn’t like it.

We had Tuesday off, and then shows on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Saturday was my birthday, and Sunday was Christmas day, and we had a couple weeks off before our next show in Bournemouth on Tuesday, January 3. If only I knew what those two weeks had in store for me…

The five of us caught a plane home on Friday after our show, and Harry and I got to our house in the early morning hours of Christmas Eve, my twentieth birthday, which I had completely forgotten about until we walked in the front door.

“Happy birthday!” Harry yelled, way too loudly for that time of night. I blinked a few times, my eyebrows raised, processing and looking at him like he was crazy. Then I broke out into a smile without any warning.

“Thanks, Mate,” I said, slapping Harry on the shoulder, then went up the stairs to my bedroom, where I unpacked. I had planned on going to my parents’ house on Christmas day and spending a few days with them before coming back to mine and Harry’s place for the remainder of our vacation. Harry was going to come with me; his family's house wasn't too far out of the way from mine, and I was going to drop him off on the way. Of course we had to get back within a few days after Christmas for rehearsals and appearances, but for the most part it was our time before things got really crazy on the UK tour.

I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until after lunch time. When I walked downstairs, I smelled that he was cooking – as he often did. I stepped into the kitchen to see what that beautiful aroma was.

“Morning!” he said, again, in a voice too loud. That was Harry for you – always excitable.

“Whatcha making?” I asked, sitting down on a stool at the bar.

“Your favorite,” Harry replied.

“Pizza?” my face lit up. Harry smiled slyly. “I wish it was my birthday every day!” I announced.

We sat at the bar and ate my birthday lunch, having celebrated with cake before the concert the night before when all five of us were together. After lunch, we played video games for awhile and then had a light dinner, still full from our late lunch pizza. It was funny – you’d think we would’ve been sick of each other by now, since we literally spent every waking moment together, but with Harry, for some reason, it seemed like I couldn’t spend enough time with him. I always wanted him around.

I went upstairs once it was dark to take a shower so I wouldn’t have to worry about it in the morning. Harry and I shared a bathroom that was in the middle of the long hallway between our rooms, and I detoured into my room first and took my clothes off, wrapping a clean towel around my waist before walking down the hall to the bathroom. As soon as I turned out of my room, I literally bumped into Harry.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, more flustered than I thought he should be. It wasn’t the first time we’d run into each other, or that he'd seen me without a shirt.

“My bad, Mate,” I told him, smiling happily. He just looked at me, his eyes wide with – well, I wasn’t sure what they were wide with. It certainly wasn’t his normal, fun, energetic look. I tilted my head to the side, curiously, about to ask him if everything was okay, when he leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

Notes

Fellow Dedicated Directioners,

Since I have finished uploading my "Unexpected Fated" Story,

I told you all that I will continue uploading all of my past One Direction fanfics,

that I've been wanting to share with all of you,

so here's another one!

Posting the next chapter now so you won't have to wait to see how Louis reacts!

P.S.

Just a disclaimer - NONE OF THIS IS TRUE. And if it is, then it's just a coincidence! I have never been in a band, I have never toured, and I have never been to the UK so I may not fully understand how everything works - this is just for fun! It focuses mostly on Larry Stylinson, the story switching between Louis's and Harry's perspectives. Also, I have never been a boy before and I am telling the story from the perspectives of males, so I know boys don't always talk and act and think the way I have them portrayed here. Also, sorry if I get a fact or two (height, eye color, favorite food, etc.) about the boys wrong - this is just for fun! I mean no disrespect to any of the boys, their friends/families, or any other characters in this story. There are scenes based on things that have actually happened - like when Harry gets upset from what he reads on Twitter - I realize the timing of this is off. I also realize there were some Larry things during X Factor - I've never seen that show so I didn't want to start there. My grammar and spelling and what not may not be perfect. Each chapter starts with the perspective of whichever character it is, and the date and location are when and where they are when the chapter STARTS; it won't always necessarily end in the same place or on the same day it started. I love you all and am here if you need anything and am so glad we can be united in our love for the boys of 1D!