A/N: I was in a LiLo-y mood and thanks to a prompt by Batmann532, this was typed up :) hope you like it love! I changed some things...

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Liam's POV

This would be a totally different story if we both still had girlfriends. Or boyfriends. I would worry about cheating on my partner, or messing up his relationship, but we don't. So no worries there.

We're both single. Bisexual. So this should be easier than what my wild and paranoid imagination usually makes it out to be. But it isn't. Why?

Because of a stupid and silly worry.

Does he like me back?

Yes ladies and gentlemen. That is the huge problem that's on my mind every single time that I stare at him. Which has been going on for the past five months. And God, have they been pure torture. Absolute and torturous hell. All because I'm too chicken to make a move on him. But can you really blame me? I mean, come on, you have got to be totally blind so as to miss his beautiful intimidating looks. He's so perfect and handsome it scares the heck out of me. Which should be illegal but it isn't. So really, can you blame me for being too scared to at least flirt with him?

"Li?"

Even the sound of his voice sends the butterflies in my stomach into a whirlwind of emotions. Which then proceed to make me blush a crimson red. And I thank whatever force is out there for letting him be oblivious to it.

After composing myself, I reply to him "Yes Lou?"

Lou. Short for Louis. Who's last name is Tomlinson. Put them together and you get the name of the man I am crushing on. Louis Tomlinson. And I wouldn't say 'crushing on'. More like, in love with.

But he doesn't need to know that.

Rolling his captivating sea green eyes at my hesitation, probably thinking that I wasn't paying attention to him, he says "Can we watch a movie? You know, a horror one?" His eyes light up towards the end excitedly. Yes, be happy Louis, because you tend to scream while watching horror movies. Although, I have no objection to that whatsoever, it just means that I get to cuddle with you.

I pretend to think about it, smirking at his pouty face "Fine."

"Yes!" He fist bumps the air in victory before springing to his feet and running down the hall of our shared flat to his room.

Confused, I call to him "Where you going Lou?"

"To call Hazza over!"

There goes my night.

Of course Louis would invite Harry over to watch the movie, those two are practically inseparable. Almost as inseparable as Niall and Zayn. Almost but not quite which is a great relief otherwise they would be glued to each others side. I really should stop whining and just be thankful that they're friends and nothing more. Like a couple. Because who knows what I would do if Harry and Louis became a couple. Probably die of heartbreak. Or bawl my eyes out every night praying that he sees the light and realize that he's meant to be with me instead of that curly haired tosser. No offense to Harry.

I don't hate Harry to be honest, I'm just extremely jealous of how much attention he gets from Louis. And Harry is some five years younger than him! God! Life is so unfair.

Deciding that throwing a mental tantrum will not make Louis magically fall in love with me, I get up, with a scowl on my face, and stomp into the kitchen to make some popcorn for the three of us. At least it's just us three, Zayn took Niall out on a date. Better for me. If Harry even so much as tries to make a move on MY Louis, things will get ugly.

"What's got your boxers in a twist?"

Startled, I drop the bag of ready popcorn on the counter, my eyes searching for the intruder. They land on a figure leaning against the wall with a raised eyebrow staring at me. This time I fight the urge to tell him to fuck off.

Setting my attention and gaze back to the spilled popcorn, I reply as friendly as I can "Nothing Harry, I'm just not sure Louis should be seeing any horror movie."

"Oh come on Liam, give the guy a break. He's an adult now, he can take care of himself. He doesn't need a nanny." Harry chuckles coming to stand beside me.

I sigh as I get his point "I know Harry I know. But seriously, you saw how he was last time after we finished watching the Saw movies. He couldn't sleep by himself or with the lights off! Do I need to remind you of the nightmares he had for two weeks straight?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him flinch at the memories of Louis cowering in fright mostly due to his overactive imagination "I don't need any reminders. But hey, you don't have to worry about that. I'm here to cuddle with my Boobear incase he gets scared. Trust me, he'll be fine." Harry reassures me with a dimpled smile.

Great. Just what I needed. Public affection between the two of them right under my nose. Literary! Could this night get any worse?

"Hazza! You're here!"

Me and my big mouth.

Louis runs at Harry just in time to be picked up and swung around like a little kid. Considering the fact that he's shorter than Harry despite the age differences, it's quite a cute sight. Louis I mean. Not Harry.

Too distracted by my sudden jealousy at the sight, I forget all about the second bag of popcorn in the microwave yet thank myself when the timer beeps and the two spring apart quickly. But my smile is wiped off my face when I see the contents inside the bag. Burned. Yay.

Turning to face Louis and Harry, I grin sheepishly and say in a small voice "I burned the second bag. There's no more bags."

"Oh. Well, uhm, that's a problem." Louis sighs.

"You and Harry can share the remaining bag. I don't want any anyways." I blurt out without thinking. I just want to see him smile.

And it works. "Really? Are you sure LiLi?"

"Y-yeah." I stutter, still reeling from the sudden nickname. He's never called me that before. I like it.

He tilts his head to the side with a small pout, and I coo internally at the adorable look, finally after a moments hesitation Louis nods "Ok. Thanks Li."

Harry, who had been standing there awkwardly during our exchange, clears his throat and winds his arm around Louis's slim waist. "Now that that's settled, lets go watch the movie." He retreats to the living room taking Lou with him leaving me behind.

Oh if looks could kill.

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I have a question.

Lets say, hypothetically, I was bordering on the edge of craziness with jealousy, due to seeing some curly haired tosser touch my man, and I lost control and ended up beating the shit out of the guy.

Would I go to jail? Or would people take pity on me and let it go?

You know what, it doesn't matter. Although, I do need to have better self-control. It's been forty minutes into the movie, the name of which I did not pay attention to, and I am ready to explode. And not in a good way. More of an angry Hulk way.

I've been watching them. My eyes following every move he makes. Jealousy makes people do crazy things.

He touched his hair.

He touched his cheek.

He brought him closer to his chest.

He's whispering something in his ear.

He pecked his forehead!

He's looking into his eyes.

He's leaning closer and - is he going to kiss him!

That's the last straw. I can't let that happen. Over my dead body Styles!

"Can you pass the popcorn?" I nearly shout, anything to keep his filthy lips from Louis's.

They jerk apart having clearly forgotten the fact that I was in the room. Louis ducks his head into the crook of Harry's neck, the light from the TV illuminating the pink blush making its way across his cheeks. Harry, on the other hand, glares at me obviously upset about being interrupted.

Two can play at that game.

I glare back at him, more like throw daggers at him with my eyes, but can do absolutely nothing to hide the anger, hurt and jealousy in them. It only takes a second for Harry to understand the situation, for when his glare turns into an understanding look, he unwraps himself from Louis and stands up. Louis stares up at him, confused and upset at being pushed away.

"Where are you going Hazza?" That stung.

Harry looks down at him, ruffles his hair and says "I've got some things I need to take care of Louis. I need to head home to finish them. Don't worry, I'll come back some other day. Bye." With that, he makes his way to the front door but not before motioning me to follow him.

"I'll see you out." I say automatically.

Once we're both at the door, Harry turns to face me. "So." Of all the things he could've said.

"So."

He groans at my response, putting both hands on my shoulders and shaking me back and forth "Liam! When are you going to make your move? It you don't, then I will."

Whoah. That's new. "What do you mean, you'll make your move?" I ask prying his hands off of me.

"Simple. I have a crush on Louis, and I would've kissed him tonight if you hadn't interrupted. But, seeing the look in your eyes, I knew you loved him. I only have a crush on him. Nothing compared to how you feel about him. I couldn't kiss him. I can't do that to you." He shrugs as if its nothing important.

"So..."

"Go make your move Liam!" Harry states irritated before pushing me back towards where Louis is waiting and shuts the door after he leaves.

I stand there with my mouth open, still in a bit of shock, when Louis comes trotting into the room with a blanket around him.

"Liam, is everything alright?" He asks worried.

I gather my wits about me, knowing that it's now or never. It's time that I do something about my feelings. But just as I'm about to say something, there's a flash of lighting through the window and a loud boom of thunder. Almost as if acting on instinct, Louis throws himself at me, a small yelp escaping his mouth.

I gather him in my arms, relishing in the warmth he brings and the enticing smell he gives off. I can't help the blush that creeps on my face when Louis buries his face in my neck, his hot breath making goosebumps rise along my arms and the back of my neck. Taking advantage of the situation, I swing his legs from under him so as to be able to carry him bridal style up the stairs to his room. He doesn't seem to mind. I lay him down on his bed, make sure to cover him with the duvet and am about to leave when he grabs my hand.

"Don't leave me." He whispers softly. Another crack of thunder sounds and he winces. He's afraid.

Heart thudding in my chest, I creep into bed beside him, not sure what to do. But he makes the decision by pressing himself to my chest, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck, I wait a few seconds before wrapping my arms around his smaller figure and drawing him closer to me. He doesn't resist.

Minutes pass, and I smile lazily as sleep threatens to overtake me. But I can't. Louis needs me. Every few minutes, thunder booms and lighting flashes, causing Louis to get closer to me. I just whisper soothing words into his ear, and draw lazy figures on his back. Soon enough, I hear his breathing even out and seconds later, he's fast asleep. Too tired to fight off sleep any longer, I close my eyes contently and wait for sleep to take over.

Lying in Louis's bed with him in my arms...yeah, I can get used to this.

Just as I'm about to fall asleep, I feel a vibration against my leg. Lou's phone. Not wanting it to wake him up, I try my best to get the phone out of his pocket and grinning when I manage to do so without disturbing Louis. I don't bother to check who it is before I answer it.

"Hello?"

"Liam?"

"Fuck off Harry!" I groan when I realize it's him.

I hear him laugh lightly "Just wondering wether or not you're going to do anything about Louis. Because, if you're not ready, I'm more than willing to take your place."

"Listen Styles, I don't give a damn what you think. Stay away from him ok. Louis is mine and only mine." Aggravated I hang up not waiting for a reply.

I close my eyes trying to control the small wave of anger that washed over me during the small chat with Harry.

"You like me?"

My eyes snap open only to meet Louis's bright sea green orbs gazing back at me. It's now or never.

"Lou, I love you." I whisper, not sure how he'll take it. "If, that's ok with you. Because of you're not cool with it, I understand. I mean, I just wan-"

His smiling face darts forward to press a chaste kiss to shut me up, and it does. Leaving me stunned.

He giggles at my reaction "It's more than ok."