Roomies (Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

Two

Harry's POV:

"Harry! Harry! Harry Edward Styles!"

I opened my eyes quickly when I felt cold liquid splash on my face. I saw my mom holding an empty glass and water dripping from it.

"What the fuck mom!" I yelled.

"Language!" She yelled back at me.

"Sorry" I mumbled back feeling bad for cussing.

"We're gonna have little kids in the house now with us so you can't use that kind of language anymore"

My eyes widened for a second until realization hit me. The Tomlinsons.

About a week and a half ago, mom told me that they're moving in with us. I was upset about it, but I didn't say anything. I knew she was their godmother and that it was her responsibility to take care of them. I was a little surprised with the fact that we will have 5 strangers living with us.

It has just been my mom and I for a little over a year now. Gemma is at uni and living in a dorm with a couple of her friends. So from living two people in the house to seven, that's a lot to take in.

"Now Harry, don't get upset but there is a small problem", mom said in a calm voice.

I just nodded, letting her know to go on with the 'problem'.

"As you know, we don't have enough rooms for everyone to sleep in" she paused, thinking about her next choice of words,

"the twins, Phoebe and Daisy, will sleep in the small guest room because no one was using it anyways. Lottie and Félicité will share Gemma's room, and when she comes to visit they will all sleep in the room together."

Mom saw me making a surprised face, knowing Gemma probably won't be fine with that. "Don't worry sweetie, I talked to her and she knows the situation and has agreed".

I was relieved, not wanting my sister to be upset. But then a questioning face formed, knowing there was another boy, but no more rooms.

"What about the boy? Louis?" I asked, knowing the answer but not wanting to believe it's the truth.

"I'm sorry baby, It's just- I- I-", she was stuttering.
I could see her face. She was afraid I'll be upset. Which, I am! Ugh I don't even know this Louis person and now I have to share a room with him?!

But I couldn't let mom know, she was having a really hard time processing her high school and college best friend's death.

"It's ok mom, I'm sure we'll get along just fine"

"Really sweetie? I promise it won't be forever. He already found a job here and in about a year he'll have enough money to rent a small apartment for him. Maybe he'll take Lottie with him." Mom was rambling and I really had to pee and brush my teeth.

"Mom" I said loudly but in a calm voice, "it's fine. I promise. Now I have to go to the bathroom, but how about we talk about everything when they get here. K?"

Mom nodded and stood up from the bed to let me get up to the bathroom.

Louis' POV:

An Ariana Grande song came on.
I personally hate her. I mean, what was there to like?
She has an ok voice, nothing more. And I hate the way she dresses. Way too girly and pink for my taste, it just looks so fake, so not the real her. The only reason I would ever date her is because she's shorter then me. But then again, I'm gay and actually have a thing for tall guys so I would never date her.

My thoughts came to an end when I heard Daisy scream, "Lou, look!" from the backseat of the car. Glancing outside, I noticed a big sign with the words 'Holmes Chapel' on it.

"Yep, guess we're here. Excited?" I asked her.

"Yessssss, oh wow I'm so extremely excited Lou" Daisy said back to me.

I knew she was learning big words in school so I smiled at her when she said 'extremely' the right way.

I looked at my phone, which had google maps open on it with the address Anne sent me yesterday. We drove for about ten more minutes until we got to a nice house. Not too big, not too small, the perfect size. It has two floors, bottom floor is covered in brown bricks and a white door. The second floor painted white with windows, and the roof was brown, a similar shade to the brown of the first floor. The house has a front yard and lots of plants and flowers that look very nice and colorful.

I parked my black car in the driveway and got out. Lottie came out right after me, opening the door for Fizzy to climb out. I opened the other door and unbuckled the twins before picking them up and putting them back down on the ground.

The four girls waited patiently for me to bring them their bags from the back of the car, and walked next to me to the front door. I could see on their faces that they were all nervous. I would never admit it to anyone, but so am I.

We walked up to the front white door and I knocked twice on it. I heard a shout, but it wasn't really clear what was said. A couple seconds later, a guy, around my age but definitely a bit younger opened the door with a big smile on his face.

I didn't say anything, just took a couple of seconds to take him in.

He's gorgeous, with his chocolate brown, curly hair. It's the kind of hair you can play with for hours and not get bored. He has big eyes, a light green color to them that sparkle a little from the sun. He has plump, light pink lips. They look so soft and because he was smiling, his dimples were showing. Dimples, The most beautiful a guy could have.

He's definitely taller than me, which I like but also don't at the same time. He's wearing black skinny jeans, just like I am and a plain white t-shirt.
It felt like I was looking at him for hours, taking every beautiful feature in. When in reality, it was only a couple seconds.

I smiled back, just a small polite smile at the gorgeous boy who I wanted to stare at for hours, to poke his dimples and stroke his jaw line and play with his curly messy hair.

"You must be the Tomlinsons, come in!" The guy said.

His voice just added to his beauty. It was deep, but not too deep. It's the kind of voice you want to listen to forever. A voice I want to wake up to, spend the day listening to, and fall asleep with it being the last thing I hear.

He opened the door all the way and stepped aside. I walked in with my sisters right behind me.
I can't believe I get to live with this angel looking guy in the same house for the next year. It definitely makes the move to Holmes Chapel a bit easier, not that I would let anyone know that.
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A/N: soooo what did you think?

This chapter was definitely longer than the first one but it's because I had both the boys' POV in one chapter.

Would you like another ship in this story (Niam/Ziam/Ziall)? If you do, please comment.

All the love xx