Lirry Stayne One Shots

Everyone Knows Everything

This on' s a little different. The boys are all in secret relationships with each other. So it's Lirry AND Zouis and Nosh. But it's still Lirry right??

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"I think he knows."

"And I think you're sexy."

With the way Harry's face lightens and the way his throaty chuckle shakes his chest, Liam very much wants to laugh and play along. But he can't. There's a certain mate with a very large quiff who seems to know just a teensy bit too much about his and Harry's antics.

Liam breathes out a sigh and lets himself sink to the floor. His face presses into the carpet, he ignores the way it tickles his nose, and his arms splay out at his sides.

"Honestly, Harry, he sees everything. It's like he has spies, or something."

Harry laughs and nudges Liam's thigh with his foot.

"Haven't you noticed?" Harry stays silent, but his deep eyes are glinting with humor, "He walks around with that stupid smug look on his face all the time, like he knows something."

Liam slightly resents this one sided conversation that he's started, but he's intended to get a point across, and dammit he's going to do just that.

"Zayn has got connections, I'm telling you." He glances up at Harry, who has raised his eyebrows in amusement, "I'm damn well positive that he's got the bloody trees on his side."

Harry sighs heavily, although Liam is almost positive he's laughing at him.

"I'm serious."

With a very annoyed groan Liam shoves himself from the carpet, glares at Harry, and heads around the corner towards the kitchen. A cup of tea might take him seriously, unlike a certain someone with annoyingly attractive curls.

When the kettle is on the stove and Liam is impatiently tapping his long fingers against the counter- emphasizing impatiently- he hears sock covered feet pad into the kitchen. He automatically assumes it's Harry, which is stupid, really, because it could very well be either of the boys.

Liam turns around in time to watch a pajama-clad Louis hop onto the counter and smile at him. Small webs creased the corners of Louis' eyes, and it made him look rather innocent and sweet. Liam would have thought he was, too. If he didn't know Louis any better, that is.

Louis holds his hand out expectantly and stares at Liam. "Tea me."

He wonders silently why Harry decided to share a flat with him, and why he decided Harry was worth coming over so early, and he crosses his arms. Louis seemed to be taking the sass into overdrive this morning.

"Make your own damn tea, Tomlinson." Liam grinned to let him know he was only joking. Or half joking, at least.

"Why would I waste my own precious time doing such a thing, when you've already got started?"

Louis smiles defiantly when Liam reaches for a second mug.

"So, where's Harry on this fine and beautifully cloudy morning?"

Liam nearly chokes on his first sip of freshly poured tea, which was definitely too hot to drink, and he eyes Louis. He probably looked pretty comical- a bit of tea dribbled down his chin and one eye brow cocked up.

It was a perfectly rational question; this wasHarry's flat, after all.

"Why?"

The older boy blows into his steamy mug and gives Liam a confused look, "Because I thought I heard his voice just a minute ago? Did he go out?" Louis says, as if waiting to see if his answer was correct. When Liam continues glaring at him he continues, "He in lounge, then?"