Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Gorgeous 💋

Where Harry drunkenly confesses to his crush Louis, the captain of the uni football team. Inspired by the song Gorgeous, by Taylor Swift. I loved writing this one like a lot lwwjhshrwm.

Hope you enjoy it!
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"No." Harry deadpanned.
"Harry Edward Styles you shut up and come to that party."
"But I don't want to Ni! What am I even gonna do there?"
"Have fun mate, live your life!" Niall insisted. He then realised something. "Louis is not coming to the party, don't worry."

Harry sighed and walked over to the wardrobe, picking out his clothes. Harry avoided his crush at all costs.

"How'd you know?" He mumbled as he picked out the same old skinny jeans.
"Bitch, I'm your best friend." It was Niall's turn to deadpan. Harry chuckled and quickly changed as Niall walked out of the room.

He had picked out a purple shirt with a black floral print. Pretty simple, kept the ladies at bay beacuse to Harry it emphasized his inner queer. And ofcourse, black jeans and Chelsea boots to tie it all together.

(A.N: the iconic 'Female, not that important' interview one, idfk shades of purple so bye-)

"Let's go then."
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It was all Niall's fault, Harry didn't even want to drink that much in the first place!

But there he sat on the kitchen counter, knees pulled to his chest as he sipped on his second tequila.

After two beers and six shots of vodka.

He downed the whole glass, scrunching his nose before jumping off the counter and walking over to the other side to get vodka.

He carefully poured himself a shot, spilling a lot over the counter but not minding at all. After a satisfactory amount, he sat on the bar stool, staring at the glass.

"What are you havin' there?" He heard someone speak.

His eyes widened.

That's Louis, Lewis, Lou-Lou, Loubear, the hot footie caption, the one who has the best arse in the whole school, the one with the ocean blue eyes, the love of my life- Harry thought. He blinked twice before looking up.

He was met with the sight of blue eyes.

"You alright, love?"

Harry took in a deep breath and widened his eyes. Louis called him love.

Love. He called me love!

"Huh?"
"I asked what were you havin' there curly."
"Oh, vodka."
"Straight?"
Harry shot him an offended look, as though he were ready to slap Louis.
"No, gay!" He yelled with an angry frown.

Louis frowned too. He brought his glass forward and clinked it with Harry's.

"Me too." He whispered. Harry frowned, and then pouted.

Louis isn't straight, he had a girlfriend, elevator or whatever her name is.

"It's Eleanor, but she isn't my girlfriend, we're pretending to be dating ya'know, reputation and shit. She knows that too! She's got a girlfriend! Ava ya'know? The fit hockey girl. Her." Louis procceed to explain.

"Really?" Harry asked as he dunked ice cubes into his whiskey, but missing and dropping it on his thigh instead. They looked at eachother for a minute before Louis slowly started to move his hand up, looking at Harry to see if he was okay.

The further Louis' hand slid up,  darker Harry's cheeks flushed, Louis could make it out even though the room was dark.

"You dropped the cube." He murmured, breaking the silence between them and picking the ice cube up.
"Yeah." He whispered, looking away and leaning against the countertop, resting his head on top. Louis too, leaned backwards, resting his hand on top of Harry's.