My Own Secret *Larry Stylinson*

What if you were in the most popular band on the planet and you are madly in love with one of your bandmates.

Nobody knows and nobody will know about your secret crush. Just what if I told him that I loved him, our friendship would be over and the band will fall apart.

I am keeping this secret to my self so nothing can go wrong. I will keep it safe for everybody. He, especially will never know. Even if those green eyes beg me, even if he is brushing his curls, I still will keep my secret for him.

I'm sorry Harry Styles but you just can't know that secret. You can't know my own secret.


7. Chapter Seven







Chapter Seven



I woke up from my nap and I still felt a hand stroking my hair. I stayed quiet and pretended that I was asleep. I heard Harry talk to Louis who was sitting behind us on the plane. Oh no we are still on this awful plane, I hate it!


“Of course I like it” Harry whispered to Liam


“Yeah even a blind man can see that you are enjoying it” he talked in a duh-voice.


“Oh just shut up okay.” He muttered with a possible blush on his face.


“You’ve got it bad Haz” he patted this shoulder gently and Harry nodded.


I guess their little, secret conversation was over and I decided to finally wake up. I stirred a bit so it would look a little bit real. But you see I can act very well so he believed it for sure. I opened my eyes and I saw those beautiful green eyes staring down at my blue ones.


“Good morning sunshine” he smiled at me.


“Good morning” I muttered because you know, I just woke up?


“Did you sleep well?” he asked me


“Yeah I slept very well. Thanks again for letting me sleep on your lap” I thanked him


“Oh no problem you were really cu—“ He stopped and blushed hard


“What?” I asked him further, was he really going to say cute?


“Nothin’ Loubear” he shrugged it off.


“Okay, did you sleep well?” I asked him, trying to hold the conversation for a little while longer.


“I didn’t actually.” He muttered, I almost couldn’t hear it myself but I did.


My mouth fell open “What do you mean? You didn’t sleep at all?” I stated shocked.


He smiled nervously and muttered “No I stayed up the whole night”


“Really are crazy” I stated. Minutes later I noticed I was still laying with my head on his lap and I sat up straight in one swift movement. He frowned for a second but quickly replaced it with a smile.


‘Ladies and Gentleman we are going to land in a few minutes. So fasten your seatbelts and be calm’ the voice said through the whole plane.


Finally I will be back on the ground. Not complaining with my neighbour or something but I feel so awkward with him. He doesn’t even know how much I love him and want to kiss his lips and hold him tight. Before I could continue my loving thoughts I felt we landed. I grabbed my baggage and waited until Harry left his seat but he just kept sitting there.


“Harry, are you going to leave the plane or...” I said to him


He looked up and it felt that his green eyes could look through my soul. “No Lou, sit down please we need to talk.” He replied.


I would be lying if I was calm when he said that because I was freaking out and I really wanted to make a run out of it. But that would be really rude towards him so I just sat down again.


I looked back at him and nodded actually saying that he should begin to talk.


“I know that you heard my fight with Zayn the other night” he began, I nodded and he went on “and I see it in your eyes that you really want to know what the fight was about.”


“Yeah” I replied shortly.


“Well, I really don’t know how to put this” he wondered and I remained silent.


“It was about you okay but it was nothing bad or something!” he said really fast and I froze. It was about me? But why? I didn’t do anything?


“Why, what’s wrong with me?” I quickly wiped my tears that were falling down my face.


“Nothing Lou, don’t feel bad about it” He said and he pulled me in his arms.


He smelled so nice and I grabbed his shirt and started sobbing in it. I felt so safe in his arms, I really love him. Why can’t he be gay? Why can’t he love him? Why doesn’t he see me looking at him like that? So many questions ran through my head and I only sobbed harder.


He is my best friend, he deserves to know my secret. He deserves to know everything about me like I know everything about him.






“Harry I need to tell you something”








I updated!


Sorry it took so long


But with school I can’t really write a lot


Hope you enjoyed though!





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