(Larry Stylinson)
"Harry brought me roses," Louis tells them, carrying them into the living room.
"Wow," Zayn says, "nice job Haz!"
"What a gentleman," Liam laughs.
Harry beams, "have to win over the parents," he says.
Liam lets out a hoot of laughter, "Harry, what are your intentions with our son?" Zayn asks, in mock seriousness.
"I plan to win him over, in the most respectable of fashions, treat him like the prince that he is, love him tender for the rest of his life," Harry drawls.
"We're leaving," Louis says exasperatedly, because he's sick of blushing beet red.
They all laugh as he drags Harry towards the door, "have him home by ten, not a second later, or I'll be waiting with my shotgun!" Liam howls, as Louis closes the front door behind them.
Harry is still laughing, and Louis swats his shoulder, "hilarious," he says dryly.
