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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAYNOOOO!! THIS CHAPPIE FOR YOU, MY BABY! STAY STRONG, ALWAYS SMILE, AND WE LOVE ALL YOU SO SO MUCH<3

Str3am Sunshine bishesss<3

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*Third person POV*

~A week later~

~LARRY STYLINSON FAMILY 💙💚~

10:15 am

Mitch: Found the keys...get them inside, quick.

Li: ohhh okie

Li: Niall

Li: Get them in

Li: Quick

Ni: oh yuh on my way 🏃🏻‍♂️...

10:22 am

Ni: they're in

Ni: I told them to stay in the room for a while, and I'll brb

Ni: but I've closed the door from outside

Z: mitch get the fucking keys

Mitch: yea yea yea coming

Z: why was I given the job to film the scene?

Ni: cuz that was the only one left ahahahahahaahahaahahaha x100

Z: I hate it here

Li: Yours is the most important job wdym

Z: yea how?

Li: We can add it to Niall's presentation on Larry

Z: yo Im important 😎

Ni: yea don't push it

Z: mitch where tf are u hurrrrrrryyyy

10:28 am

Mitch: ohh sorry guys I was on a call with Sarah

Li: Fuck your call, go quick

Li: WITH the keys

Mitch: yea yea yea

Ni: locked the door

Z: started the tape babies, here we goooooooo

Ni: ooooooohhhh this is gonna be fun 🍿

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*Louis' POV*

"Where the fuck did Niall go?? How long will he take?" I asked, frustrated.

Harry and I were alone in the storage room. Niall wanted us to see something here, but he said he needed to get Zayn for explaining the problem. So, he had gone to get Zayn and we were waiting there like fools.

I saw Harry loosen his suit tie and remove his suit jacket. He was breathing deeply and harshly, so I was confused. "Harry, what's wrong?" I asked.

He was sitting on one of the boxes and I was sitting on the floor opposite him. Harry took a deep breath and said, "I hate small spaces." "You're claustrophobic?" I asked and he nodded.

"Niall knows?" I asked. "Yeah. Liam too." He said.

If Niall knew, then how dare he leave us alone here?! I got up and reached out for Harry. He took my hand with a confused look. I said, "Let's go. We'll come back later when he's with us. Zayn too. I don't know how long he's gonna take to come back." Harry nodded and we walked to the door. I pulled the handle, but oh.

It wasn't opening. You see, this door wasn't a glass door like my cabin's. It was a wooden door, with a circular handle and a keyhole. I let go of Harry's hand and tried opening the door again, but it wasn't opening! Harry sighed, "What's the problem?"

"I think...We're locked in here...Alone." I breathed. He stiffened, "Who-wh-" "No, no. This door gets closed a little too tightly sometimes, by itself. So...yeah." I said, and he nodded.

We walked back and sat down where we were sitting earlier. I was so glad one of the windows were already open, at least a bit of air could get in that stuff packed room. The only problem was that even if you shouted out of the window, nobody would hear. The storage room was on the basement floor of my building. Other problem, neither of us had our phones.

I removed my metal watch, my tie and set it atop another box. It was really hot.

Harry, on the other hand, was pale and looked like he could cry. He was taking deep breaths but from what I could see, it wasn't working.

"Uhh, Harry? Are you okay?" I asked. He shook his head but didn't say anything. "Can I h-help in any way?" I asked.

"You won't be able to." He said, feebly. "There's nothing I can't do, Harry. Tell me, what can I do for you?" I said.

"I need a, need a...Can you come here? Next to me?" He asked. I nodded and walked over to him. Sitting down next to him, I asked, "Yeah, now what?"

Harry placed a hand on my heart and closed his eyes. I was confused, so I asked, "What are you doing?" "I need to normalize my blood pressure. My heart's beating too fast." He said, eyes still closed.

I scooted a little closer and placed a hand on his hand, which was on my chest. I whispered into his ears, "It's fine, it's fine, everything will be okay, you're so strong..." I rubbed his back with my other hand. I felt him shudder a little.

After some time, suddenly, he moved his hand from my heart. He opened his eyes but he was still shaking, I could feel that. I said, "Hey, it'll be fine, babe."

He leaned forward and hugged me, like a baby. I moved my hand up and down his back, trying to calm him down. "I-I'm so scared. I h-hate it h-here." He whimpered into my shoulder as I whispered, "It'll be okay, baby, it'll be fine. We'll be alright."

We stayed like that for a while, and I must say that holding Harry was one of things in this world. But suddenly, he stopped shaking. I thought he was feeling better. I said slowly, "Feeling better, baby?"

No response.

I pulled away from the hug gently and saw that his eyes were closed. He had fainted. I shook him gently, "H?" No response again. Fuck, but I knew what to do.

I lay him down gently on the ground and silently thanked my science teacher for teaching me this chapter very well.

I took hold of both his hands and crossed them over his lower chest. I bent forward, pressing them on his chest, then backward, stretching his arms outwards and upwards. I did this for one minute straight but Harry hadn't woken up or started breathing again. His heart was beating normally though, which was a good sign.

I tried a few more times, to regain his consciousness, but it wasn't working.

Then I remembered the second part of artificial respiration, which I didn't really think I would ever do in my life. But now, for Harry, I was ready to do anything I could.

And there's nothing I can't do.

I sighed and leaned down towards Harry's face. His curls were on his face and he was sweating profusely. I wiped his forehead and said, "Come on Harry, stay with me."

I bent down and without any further thought, locked my lips around Harry's plump ones. I began breathing into his mouth, in the hopes of him waking up. I tried not to think of anything else other than him waking up as soon as possible.

I stayed in the same pose, doing the same thing, for about half a minute until Harry began to cough into my mouth and I pulled away.

He coughed for a while and then slowly opened his eyes. He saw me sitting next to him and asked, "L-Lou?"

"You had passed out, I had to revive you." I said and he wiggled his eyebrows, "How?"

"A-Artificial respiration." I said, not sure how he would react. I did it for him, nothing else.

"Oh." He touched his lips and then sighed. I said, "I'm s-sorry I didn't know what else to do."

"Thank you. For kissing me." He said.

I was about to protest by saying it wasn't actually a kiss, but I heard some sound outside, like someone had dropped their phone.

Both of us sprang to our feet and wore our suit jackets and watches back. Neither of us looked at each other, nor spoke a word.

The door opened and two men came in. Mitch and Zayn.

"Hey guys." Zayn said, casually.

"Wh-" I was about to ask him why the hell had it taken them so long to come, but before I could ask him, he said, "Before you argue with me or have my head, let me tell you that I, Zayn Malik, had been a bit busy with my fiancé Gigi. Since she matters way more to me than you both, I had first thought of attending to her needs than yours. Because I love her, not you guys. Because I have a kid on the way, in less than four months. So, yeah, and also because I gave Niall a sandwich and he liked that really very much so he is a bit occupied, asking the cook whether it's okay to eat more than fifteen sandwiches in one day. That was why neither I, not Niall could come here all this while."

I just nodded, while Mitch asked, "Hey Harry, your lips look really swollen. Where you both having a fight or something in here?"

Zayn was smirking at me, while I could see from my peripheral vision that Harry was growing redder by the second.

"'Twas nothing." Harry said, aloud, suddenly. Mitch nodded, but Zayn was still smirking at me. Why did Zayn always have to act so suspicious?

"Fine, then. Let's get going. Mitch will take care of the problem here." Zayn said and he and Harry left the room.

Before I could leave the room, Mitch whispered to me, "You were definitely not fighting, I know."

I just flipped him off and exited the room, not wanting to ponder over Mitch's words.

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*Third person POV*

~LARRY STYLINSON FAMILY 💙💚~

12:34 pm

Z: Sent Larryproof1.mp4

Z: GUYSSSSSSSSSSSS

Z: here you gooo

Ni: Zaynie-waynie marry me

Z: ...?

Ni: u have dun such a gr8 job I wanna marry uuuuu

Z: awww no I love Gi sm

Z: n my baby girl on the way

Ni: yea yea I get it *sniffles*

Z: anyways...Lima Payno how's my work?

Li: it's no art to be appreciated cmon

Mitch: stfu y'all

Mitch: Zayn awesome job

Z: ty ty ty

Li: anyways, Niall add this video to your presentation

Ni: dun long ago

Li: alright guys, the next part of the plan is ready

Mitch: when r v gonna put that 2 action?

Li: next week ;)

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~2 days later~

*Louis' POV*

I sat drinking a cup of tea at my desk, after finally closing the deal with Collin.

Harry was sitting opposite me, at his desk, talking to Mitch over the phone. I couldn't help but notice the way he would lick his lips every other minute.

In the past two days, me and Harry hadn't been talking much, after...our weird contact in the storage room. But that didn't stop me from thinking about his lips on mine, though I didn't want to.

I wanted to feel his lips on mine again. I wanted to kiss him. I know, that day we hadn't kissed. But Harry considered it a kiss, so I would too. I was acting stupid, but I was unwillingly getting attracted to Harry and I wasn't liking it.

But this time, there was no Eleanor to date. And if I did date someone, Harry would end up getting emotionally hurt. Again.

And I had no idea why it mattered so much to him.

Harry walked over to my table and said, "I'm going for a lunch break. You...want something?" "No, just ask Zayn to come here. I want to talk to him." I said.

"What do you want to talk?" Harry asked. "Why does it matter?" I asked.

"I just want to know."

"But I don't want to tell." I argued.

He huffed and crossed his arms on his chest. I said, "Just go call him."

"I won't." Harry said.

"I fucking despise you. I'll do it myself, now you can go." I said, rolling my eyes as he stuck his tongue out at me and walked away.

I rang Zayn and asked him whether he would have lunch with me. He agreed.

In some time, Zayn ran into the cabin and sat down in front of me. "Why were you running?" I asked. "Niall's behind my fries." I laughed and nodded.

He then asked, "So, what's the problem?"

"Uhh, it's not a problem, obviously. It's just me feeling weird things for someone weird but I shouldn't be feeling such weird things for that weird person so that's why this entire situation is so weird and I'm feeling really weird right now so that's why I needed help from you to understand why I'm feeling weird and why this situation is so weird." I said in one go.

By the time I had finished speaking, Zayn was looking at me with one eyebrow cocked up and he was chewing his fries as slowly as he could. He was also chuckling softly, so I glared at him, "What is so funny?"

"You're acting so weird, just like you said." He said, shaking his head. "Yeah, so, help me, please." I said, urgently.

"Okay, who is the 'weird person' you are feeling 'weird things' for? And what are these 'weird things'?" Zayn asked. "Uhh...I feel like one minute I could push them on a wall and fuck the life out of them, and the other minute I feel like I want to cuddle them and pepper their face with kisses all day long." I said, honestly.

"Oooohh, okay. And who is it?" "What do you mean?" "Who is this 'weird person', Louis?"

Pause.

"Does it even matter, anyway?" I asked. Zayn nodded.

"It's someone-" "Cut that short and tell me the name, Tommo." Zayn cut me off midway.

"My old school friend." I lied, immediately and continued eating, not daring to meet Zayn's eyes. He cleared his throat aloud, but I still didn't look at him. Zayn then said, "Someone's crushing, hmm?"

I looked up to see him looking at me with a small smile. I just gulped. He said, "Oh Louis, it's completely fine to like someone." "I know that. But just not...him." I reasoned.

"Why not him? Is this a case of internal homophobia?" Zayn asked and I shook my head, "No, no, no, come on. I'm not like that!"

"Then what's the matter?" Zayn asked. "I hate him. I cannot possibly like him in that way." I said.

"You're just in denial. You're afraid to admit that you are beginning to like someone you used to hate." Zayn said and I pondered over that for a minute, maybe two.

Was I afraid to admit I liked that person? Did I even like him? What if Zayn was just joking?

"You're joking, aren't you? I can't be crushing on Harry..." I said, with a slight chuckle in the end. But Zayn looked serious, "Try to come out of D-E-N-I-A-L. Try to move onto A-C-C-E-P-T-A-N-C-E. It will be easier for both of us to then talk about your feelings."

"Fine then, I accept it. I accept I like him. Now what? He definitely wouldn't like some scumbag like me who has already hurt him unknowingly. He hates me." I think the end part came out too feeble because my voice cracked, but oh well.

Zayn sighed and said, "Louis. Don't jump to conclusions already, yeah? He never said whether he hates you or not. Who knows, maybe he likes you too but is afraid of telling you as he thinks you hate him too. Right?"

I nodded but I knew that even in my dreams, 'he' would never like me.

Zayn got up and said, "You just need to show him that you like him, that you are interested in him, that you want him to be with you and be happy. Try to keep him happy and content. Find ways of letting him know that when there's no one, you'll be there for him. That's all I can say."

With that, left the cabin and I was left to think about what I could do to help 'him' feel 'happy and content'.

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~A week later~

*Third person POV*

~LARRY STYLINSON FAMILY 💙💚~

10:28 pm

Li: guys where is Niall and why hasn't he come with H yet?

Ni: oi, traffic's fault not mine

Z: Tommo and I came here half an hour ago

Mitch: same for me and Liam

Ni: we'll be there in 2

Z: 2 wht

Ni: 2 mins ofc

Li: ok quick

Li: everyone knows what has to be done, right?

Z: yo

Mitch: yea

Ni: yupppppp

Li: ok

Ni: who's gonna be shooting today?

Z: u, how tf did u forget

Ni: oh...but YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Li: ok guys, best of luck

Mitch: why am I invited

Ni: cuz u r a part of the fam now

Ni: n once u enter, u cannot exit :DDDDDD

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*Third person POV*

"Hazza........" Louis slurred and Harry giggled.

"Hazza, smile!" Louis said and once Harry smiled, he reached out and poked his dimples. "Y' look like a doe, 'm very own pretty doe." Louis said and Harry blushed.

Harry mumbled, "And you're my prince. You're most princely prince in this world but you're miiinee." "Aha, am I? You cutie..." Louis said, giggling.

It was around half past eleven at night, and Louis and Harry sat getting drunk in one end of the bar. Little did they know that four grown-up men were sitting nearby and chatting amongst themselves about the two of them.

"Oh my God, Harry called Louis a prince! HIS prince! Holy fuck, I think I'm gonna pass away with this..." Niall gasped.

"Yeah, but did you hear what Louis said first? He called Harry HIS pretty doe! Oh my God, I'm so into this..." Zayn said, excitedly.

"Okay guys, Niall, taken the necessary pictures?" Liam asked. "No, no. I've shot the entire thing in a video. Actually, it's still being captured." Niall said. "Oh, am I seen in it?" Mitch piped in.

"No..."

"Let me be seen, please. I just wanna say a small 'hi'." Mitch pleaded. Niall brought the camera in front of Mitch, so as to film him too, as Mitch said, "Hello world!"

"Now, guys, if you're done. Someone has to go tell Harry that if he doesn't leave now, he'll be late for work tomorrow." Liam cut their video session short. Niall and Mitch both pouted, but Mitch said, "I'll go tell him."

Mitch walked over to where Harry and Louis sat caressing each other's cheeks. He waited a while before doing what he had to. Louis said, "Haz, you know, your skin glows during the night?"

"Does it, Lou?" Harry slurred. "Yeah baby, 'been wanting to tell you for yeaaarrs now...So pretty." Louis said and Harry blushed.

"Then why didn't you tell me, ma cute lil button?" Harry asked as he lay his head on Louis' shoulder. "Cuz you don't like me." Louis mumbled almost sadly. "Yeah, that's cuz you don't like me...Do you think we'll ever be able to like each other?" Harry slurred as he absentmindedly drew circles on Louis' wrist.

"I think babe, we could if we tried. Will you try with me?" Louis asked.

"I will if you try so too."

"Then I will try." Harry said, with finality.

"You're so witty."

"Not as much as you, Mr. Tomlinson. It's one of the biggest things I adore about you." Harry said.

"Really?" Louis asked.

"I adore you."

Like this they continued talking about random things but Mitch realized he had been given a job to do. So, he walked over to the duo of his bosses and said, "Uh, Harry?"

"Heliliooo Mitchy, how are you?" Harry exclaimed.

"I'm pretty good. I think you should be heading home now, right? Otherwise, you'll be late for work tomorrow, yeah?" Mitch said. Harry nodded immediately and got up from his chair. Louis, who had closed his eyes, reached out blindly for Harry. Harry held Louis' hand, who seemed to have calmed down immediately.

"'Mon Lou Lou, we gotta go!" Harry mumbled. "Go where?"

"Home." Harry said as he tugged on Louis' hand.

Mitch then said, "Harold, you're drunk. I think you should sober yourself a little before driving, yeah?" Harry nodded and said, "Lou I'm going to the toilet, I'll be back in a while."

"Come back quick, Hazzie." Louis slurred and Mitch sat down next to the almost passed out guy.

Once Harry was back, he gave Louis a piggyback ride to Harry's and Niall's car. Niall and Zayn will use Louis' car to go to Zayn's house, as Gigi wasn't in London for a week's time (her mum wanted to be with her for a few days).

Harry made Louis sit down comfortably in the passenger's seat, as he himself buckled up in the driver's seat. He said, "Let's go home, Lou."

"Home is where you are..." Louis mumbled, almost asleep.

Harry didn't let that get him, as he simply drove them to the Styles' mansion.

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*Harry's POV*

Once we had reached home, I lifted an asleep Louis bridal style and took him upstairs.

I lay him down on my bed and took a minute to appreciate that blue-eyed man's continuous effort and hard work in keeping a monstrous company like his own at number one position from day one. I can't imagine the amount of talent he must be having in him, while I barely had any if compared to him.

I sighed and stripped my clothes, leaving me in my boxers. I saw Louis lying there, fully clothed, and I knew Louis hated sleeping clothed. I removed his suit jacket and shirt, socks and shoes, leaving him in his pants and boxers. I wondered if I should remove his pants too.

Deciding against it, I lay down next to him like that. I maintained my distance from him, not knowing whether he would want me to be any close to him.

To my surprise, Louis moved closer and closer and closer till his head was resting on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and he smiled in his sleep. He mumbled, "Baby, we could be enough..."

I had no idea how to react. Baby. Who 'baby'?

I just held him closer and he snuggled further in me. I was almost asleep, when I heard him moan.

"Oh God, Harry mmm."

I looked at him, startled. What had he just said?

"Louis, what is it?" I whispered. "Babe, just..." He moaned.

I just closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep as soon as possible.

"You're so cute, Harold. And mine, only mine." He said, in his sleep.

I couldn't help but melt a little and a warm feeling developed inside me. What was happening? He sounded as though he was...crushing on me? But everyone knows that neither he could like me, nor try to. What we spoke about in the bar was merely because we were both drunk.

But I knew I was falling for him. I didn't hate him, not anymore at least.

I thought maybe I should tell him about my feelings, that I didn't consider him just my friend or my business partner. As silly as it might sound, I loved him.

And I would tell him tomorrow.

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3854 words. Another loooong chapter, which I hope wasn't too bad?

Anygays...y'all are in for a twist in the tale in the next chapter which won't last long, so don't worry ig?

Oh, and if some of you are wondering whether Louis is bipolar, let me clarify that he is NOT. You'll understand later why he acts so weird :)

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