Beg. {A Larry Stylinson Fan Fic}

Chapter Twelve: New

This update is gonna be small, but cut me some slack okay? It's been a pretty damn hard month for me so far haha. Field trips, books to read for a grade, etc. Enjoy x

Harry shook his head, "I don't like those." He said, observing the clothes they held up.

Niall scoffed, "You said that to every fuckin' clothes we held out. Now really look at them and tell us if you'd wear them." He ordered, picking up a Jack Wills purple hoodie. "This?"

Harry sighed, "I guess. That'll look good on those jeans." He pointed at them.

Louis picked up the baggy jeans and nodded, "Good choice." He said. He started getting more clothes that kinda matched the outfit they had picked out. Also some plain white t-shirts and vests that Harry had said were cool.

"Can you both even afford all this?" He asked as Niall shoved Harry down the men's underwear and boxer section.

Louis rolled his eyes, "We can. Now which? Boxers or briefs?" He asked.

Since briefs were closer to panties, he shrugged and picked out a pair of blue briefs.

Louis tossed them in the cart and got some socks for Harry and tossed those in the cart too.

"Now we're almost done." Niall said. 

"What more is there to get?" Harry sighed, looking around.

Niall held up a pair of shoes. "You like these?" He asked.

Harry shook his head. "No. Those high tops are nice though." He pointed at them.

Niall shrugged and got two pairs of high tops and put them in the cart. 

"Now you're done." Louis said. "Let's go."

Harry sighed in relief, "Gladly." He mumbled and followed them over to the check out aisle.

Niall paid for everything and took the stuff to his car.

"Can't wait to see you get out of those fucking clothes." Louis said as he buckled up. "Gay as fuck." He grumbled.

Harry rolled his eyes and buckled up. "I like them. You two are making me get a whole new set of clothes so you shouldn't be the one complaining." He huffed.

"Don't get smart with me." Louis snapped. "Tramp." He glared, Niall letting out a loud groan.

"Both of you need to just shut the fuck up." He said. "Giving me a headache I didn't ask for. Now either shut up or I'll make you."

"You're not gonna do shit to me." Louis snapped. "Just get to my place already you Irish wanker."

"Whatever." He pulled out of the parking space.

~~~~

Harry got out of the car, memorizing the directions Niall took to get to Louis's house.

"You must be rich..." Harry gasped out the house.

"I am. And no, you can't have any money." Louis said.

Harry grunted, "I wasn't going to ask." He said, looking at the house in awe. "But how come you don't dress all fancy?" He asked.

"Because my family isn't all posh. We're just rich. We don't drink with our pinkies up." He answered, unlocking the door and stepping inside. "And we only have one maid to help with my siblings."

Harry nodded and looked around. "Do you do any cleaning or cooking?" He asked.

"Fuck no. That's a women's job." He laughed.

Harry quirked a brow, "That's a bit rude don't you think?"

"No. Even the women believe so. The women will do house work while the men have jobs and bills to pay." Louis said.

"That's kinda sexist. Women can work too if they want. And I love to cook. It'll be nice to cook. I'm sure other men do too."

"Does it look like I give a shit? Listen, you're spending the night, yeah? Well, my family, including me, are homophobic, sexist, and we get what we want. Now go change before someone sees you." He handed him a bag.

Harry sighed and looked around. "Where?" He asked.

"My room in upstairs. First door on the left. Be quick. Don't snoop." He pushed him towards the stairs.

Harry walked up them and looked around before slowly walking into Louis's room. He gapped at the mess.

"Disgusting." He kicked a football away. "Utterly disgusting. Such a lovely home and he decides to let his huge room go to a disaster." He shook his head and slid his crop top off.

He stripped and grabbed the briefs, sliding them on with a frown. They still felt a little baggy and although his junk was more free, he didn't like it. Men's underwear is always a little loose unless you get the tight ones.

He sighed and slid on the jeans and then the t shirt, observing himself. This was horrible. Absolutely horrible. He wanted to punch Louis's mirror (even though there was already a crack in it).

He grumbled under his breath and slid on the socks, going to Louis's bathroom to wash the makeup off.

He looked around, shaking his head. Louis really needed to clean up a bit. How could he find anything in this room and bathroom? It looked like a tornado ran through the room.

He turned the water on and began washing his face. After about five minutes, he was finished and walked back downstairs.

"I'm done." He called with a bored tone.

Louis chuckled, "Now you finally look like a boy. An ugly boy but it's better than looking like an ugly drag queen." He pushed him onto the sofa.

Harry grunted, "Stop calling me ugly." He said and looked around. "Where's Niall?" He then asked.

"He went to take a piss. Why, you have a crush on him too?" He quirked a brow with a smirk. 

Harry scoffed, "As if. You know I like only you." He said and crossed his arms.

"Shut the fuck up." Louis said with a large glare on his face. "I don't want a faggot crushing on me." He scolded as Niall walked out.

"Can both of you stop fighting for fuck's sake? You know, two people who fight together, crush on each other." He smirked.

Louis brought his fist up to punch him but Niall pushed his fist away.

"I'm kidding." Niall laughed. "Now let's teach this queer how to be a real boy." He plopped down on the couch.

Louis huffed and sat down on the arm chair. "This won't be easy." He mumbled.

Harry stared at them with a glare. "Let's just get this over with."