neighbours *larry stylinson*

12

3rd person pov

it's july 3rd and it's 29°C. way too hot in harry's opinion. especially in england. when does it ever get that hot?

he woke up and remembered he was meant to be seeing louis today. as if on queue, his phone dinged with a message from louis.

louis ☺️: still on for later? x

harold 👑: definitely
harold 👑: you still good for it?

louis ☺️: of course harold!
louis ☺️: i'm offended you'd think that i wouldn't be

harold 👑: shush

louis ☺️: idk what we can do tho, it's so bloody hot

harold 👑: we could go to the river?
harold 👑: everyone always swims in it so it'd be nice and refreshing

louis ☺️: i like what you're saying styles
louis ☺️: i'll meet you at 12 and we can go?

harold 👑: perf
harold 👑: see you then :)

the time was 11:16 so harry had roughly 45 mins before he was meeting louis. there was no point in showering seeing as he was about to go swimming in a river.

harry rifled through his drawers, looking for his swim shorts, groaning when he pulled them out.

the swim shorts he owned happened to be bright yellow and very short. the last time he really needed them was last summer, as the past few months he's been studying for exams. not forgetting the actual exams.

harry quickly shimmied them on and internally cringed at the sight. the only good thing about his swim shorts, was that you could see his tattoos that he had saved up for ages to get.

he threw on a white tee and some shorts to go over his trunks. he then grabbed a towel and some sunscreen and chucked them into a bag, then making his way downstairs to get some water.

his mum was already out at work and gemma wasn't due home from uni for another two weeks. he missed gem so much and was excited to get her home.

harry and gemma had always been close. gemma would always paint his nails and encourage him to be comfortable with who he is. harry had gemma to thank for a lot of things.

he was pulled from this happy thoughts about his sister when he heard the doorbell ring.

christ. it's already midday, time to get going.

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louis had spent his morning trying to cool down. it was so unbelievably hot and he wasn't quite sure how to cope.

let's just say he was excited to get to the river.

louis, unlike harry, had a variety of swim shorts to choose from. he decided, once again, unlike harry, to keep it basic and on the down-low and went with a pair of basic navy blue shorts.

he quickly put them on and pulled on a grey tank top too. he found a towel and chucked it into his rucksack and went downstairs to raid the fridge for snacks.

his mum was also in the kitchen, while mark and the girls were outside playing with the hose.

"where are you off to?" jay questioned, rolling her eyes as louis rummaged around in the cupboards.

"out with harry" louis replied, distracted. he had about 5 minutes before he was due to meet with harry and he was still looking for food. he ended up just throwing in some granola bars and some sweets.