First off, I'd like to say I am sooo sorry for not updating. I've been trying to find time to get on the computer, but my parents are really strict about it. And thank you to Larryshipperz for reviewing! Virtual cookies to you! :D but really, it means a lot. Now, I'm going to do something different. This chapter will be in Liam's and Harry's PoV. And yes, I know the first one was in 3rd person limited, and this in first, but I said it'd be different…. So anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own One Direction; this isn't copyright … yada yada yada, now that's done with, enjoy!

Liam's PoV

I watched as Louis brought up Harry to bed. Lou is really in deep with that boy, I thought, and turned back to the boys cleaning their mess. "Niall quit sulking. You know you started it, so you can help clean it," I said, and my boyfriend turned to me saying, "But Li-li, I don't wanna clean. I did my stuff."

I sighed, and said, "You already said that. Besides, it's almost done, and you don't hear Zayn complaining."

I heard Zayn grumble, "That's because I don't want to get in much trouble." he added something else, but it was lost as I amended my earlier statement by adding, "Much."

I looked around and it was pretty much clean. "Alright, it's good enough. Why don't you go and watch some TV. I'll make the sandwiches, and please don't make too much noise. I'm sure Harry and Lou are asleep," I said, and they nodded.

They left, arguing about what movie to watch. Ni wanted Grease but Zayn wanted Harry Potter. Their voices faded as they went into the living room. I shook my head. Even though Zayn was older, sometimes he acted younger, like Louis.

I went to the fridge and started making sandwiches. As I was finishing up, Harry came down the stairs. "Hey mate, I thought you were sleeping? Where's Louis?" I asked, turning to the curly haired boy.

He shook his head and limped his way to the table. "He's still asleep. He thought I fell asleep, but I couldn't. He said goodnight to me and kissed my forehead, and he fell asleep. I stayed for a minute before coming down here," he said, and looked to me confused. "Why did he kiss me?"

I sighed, and said, "I need to bring Niall and Zayn their food. Do you want anything?" he shook his head, and I said, "Alright, so come with me and I'll tell you in the living room."

He nodded and stood carefully. I watched him with a frown on my face. "Harry, are you alright? Maybe I should have Zayn come in here and help you. I'd have Niall help, but I think all he cares about is the food at the moment," I said, shaking my head.

Harry smiled and said, "I'm fine. My leg twinges only when I twist my ankle too much. You bring Niall his food before he goes on a rampage. I'm sure he's hungry, he hasn't eaten in… 2 hours?" he said, looking at the clock.

I chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, it's been about 2 hours. Well, if you feel as though you can walk without help, c'mon," I said, and followed him into the room.

"Hazza? What are you doing up?" Zayn asked standing and helping him to the couch. Niall watched until Harry was settled on the couch and then made a beeline to me. "Which one's mine?" he asked, and I smiled and handed him his sandwich. "Thanks babe!" he said, pecking me and sitting to watch Harry Potter.

Zayn must have won the argument I thought as I handed the said boy his sandwich. "Thanks, Li. Are you going to watch with us?" he said, taking a bite. I shook my head. "I told Harry I'd talk to him. I'll be over here." I said and went over to Harry.

"So, why did Lou kiss me?" Harry said, lowering his voice so Zayn and Niall, who were currently arguing about something I didn't quite catch, couldn't hear. "Well, he's your best friend, and he cares for you." I said carefully, watching his reaction. "Harry, do you like Louis?" I deadpanned.

Might as well get straight to the point, I thought, watching Harry blush lightly. I think he does. Louis is going to be happy.

"Sort of, but he's not gay, so I know I don't have a chance with him." Harry said, frowning slightly. I chuckled to myself. "Hazza, why don't you talk to him? I can tell he likes you. Just like the way I could tell you liked him. Both of you light up when the other's around, you can't help but touch each other, even if it's just a brush of the arm, and your bromance is so obvious that even the fans have noticed," I said. His frown changed into a thoughtful look as he thought of that. "I guess you're right… but what if-"

I covered his mouth with my hand. "Don't even finish that sentence. There is no 'what if' about this. I know he likes you, and you like him. So, what's the risk?" I said, pulling my hand away.

Harry sighed. "It's just that if we get together, and then break up, that could ruin our friendship. I don't want that to happen to me and Lou." he said, and I nodded understanding. It was the same with Niall and me. "Harry, take a chance. Why don't you go back upstairs, and sleep some. When you wake up, you can take action if you want." I said and he nodded. He stood, but almost fell over.

"Hey, guys, I'm going to take Harry upstairs, I'll be right back down." I said, and Niall and Zayn nodded and started up where they were before. "And will you quit arguing? Watch your movie. I'll make popcorn soon."

Niall smiled at that, and they finally quit arguing and started watching the movie again. I shook my head and took Harry's arm and was about to pick him up but he shook his head, so I helped him to his room with him leaning on me. Lou was sleeping and muttering indistinctively. I helped Harry onto the bed, trying not to move the bed too much.

"Thanks Liam. I'll come down when dinner's ready," he said, laying and cuddling up to Louis. I smiled at them and left. I hope they both get together soon. Then Larry Stylinson will be a reality, and the fans should be happy, just like when Niam Hayne became a reality I thought walking to the kitchen to make popcorn.

Harry's PoV

As soon as Liam left, I looked up to Louis. I thought about what Liam said, about Lou liking me, and shook my head. Li must have been imagining things. Lou is straight and I will probably never have a chance with him, I thought and tears sprang to my eyes.

"Hey, why are you crying Hazza?" Louis said, startling me. "Oh, my ankle's acting up again. I'll probably have to put some ice on it soon," I said, quickly wiping my eyes.

Louis looked concerned. "What about your wrist? Is that alright?" he asked, gently picking up my wrapped arm. Tingles ran up my arm, but I forced myself to focus pass it. "My wrist feels alright as long as I don't move it much. But I think walking up and down the stairs did something to my ankle," I said, and winced as I bent my ankle and a pain shot up it.

Louis looked at me frowning slightly and sat up to check on my leg. I watched the older boy and found myself admiring his muscled arms and strong back. His light brown curls fell into his blue eyes as he examined my ankle. "…you up the stairs," he said and looked to me startling me again. "What?" I said, trying to figure out what he was saying.

He laughed lightly and said, "I said 'I thought I carried you up the stairs.' Are you still with me?"

I blushed lightly as his eyes bored into mine. "Yeah, I'm still here, but I had to go downstairs to grab something to drink. Liam helped me back up. I wouldn't let him carry me," I said. I'd rather you carry me Lou; it's odd to have someone else hold me, I thought.

Louis snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Hazza, you're drifting again. Seriously, where do you go? Mars?" he asked and laughed at his own joke. "Ha, ha, very funny," I said, smiling anyway. "No, I don't go to Mars, I do have a brain and I do think of things. Is that concept a bit hard to comprehend, Boobear?" I asked smirking.

Louis growled playfully and pounced, tickling me relentlessly. I started laughing trying to get him off with my good hand. "Are you implying that I don't have a brain, Hazza? I'll have you know, that I have a rather bright one," he said laughing.

"Is that why you got held back in high school?" I said sarcastically, trying to catch my breath now that he had stopped tickling me. "No, I was having fun. I knew my stuff, but I just didn't feel like doing it," he said superiorly. I rolled my eyes. "Mhm, suuure." I said like I doubted him. I didn't, but I was just teasing him.

"Well, Mr. Smarty-pants, I guess I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson!" Louis said, and pounced on me again. He started to tickle me again until I was begging for mercy. "Please… hahaha…. please stop!" I shouted breathlessly.

"Do you know your place, young man?" he asked, as he paused and I nodded quickly, trying to catch my breath again. "Yes, yes I do, stop…" I said, breathing deeply.

Louis grinned slyly, but pulled away. "As you see, Hazza, you should respect your elders!" he said, lying down next to me. I automatically snuggled close to him, but said, "Lou, you're only 3 years older than me. You're not that much my elder."

Louis just rolled his eyes and said, "I'm still your elder." I just said, "Whatever babe." then I froze. Shit, did I just say that! Shit shit shit…I thought as I looked up at him.

He looked shocked but looked down to me. "Did you just call me 'babe'?" he asked slightly amused and curious. Do I hear hope? I thought. "Um, yeah, I did. Is that alright?" I asked, hiding my face in his shoulder.

Louis hugged me. "Yeah, that's alright, but why did you call me that?" he asked and I just shrugged. "Just a slip of the tongue. I didn't mean to say it," I said.

"Alright, silly. Why don't you just sleep some and I'll wake you up when dinner is ready. I'll stay here, but I don't need anymore sleep. I've been sleeping fine. You need to rest." he said, and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes when his lips touched my skin. I wish he'd kiss me properly- no, don't think that. He's my friend. Liam may think he likes me, but he's just a friend. My best friend and I'll do nothing to ruin that I thought sternly to myself as I snuggled into his shoulder.

"Alright, I'll sleep, but as long as you wake me up in a few hours. I don't want to ruin my sleep pattern. That won't be good. Especially with the concert tomorrow," I said, and suddenly thought about my ankle. "Will my ankle be fine for the concert tomorrow? I don't want to disappoint the fans."

Louis said, "it should be fine, but maybe you should stay off it all day tomorrow, and if you need to go anywhere, have one of the boy's or me help you. We'll keep some ice on it."

I nodded and snuggled closer to him. "Okay, I'll be careful. But I'm going to sleep now. I really am tired." I said, yawning. He chuckled and just said, "alright, goodnight Hazza."

I smiled and let sleep roll over me. My last thought was Goodnight Boobear. My dreams were full of boys with striped shirts, colored suspenders, and bright blue eyes.

A/N: how was it? I'm sorry it was short, but this was all I could write with the limited time I had. Should I do the part where they finally get together in the next chapter after the concert? Or should I wait a couple more chapters? Please tell me your thoughts! And review please! They mean a lot! Thanks! :D