"Harry, why can't we just go home now?" Louis groans. "I'm so bored. Why do have to drag me along every time you buy clothes? You know that I don't care at all."
"Louis, stop complaining." Harry says, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him down the aisle.
Louis throws his head back in exasperation. "Oh my god, Hazza. At the very least let me go home!"
"No." Harry says simply.
"Why don't you just take Niall?" Louis asks. "He doesn't hate it."
"Because," Harry says. "I love you and you need to do things you don't like."
"No, I do not!" Louis says. "I hate you."
"You love me." Harry says.
Louis wrenches his wrist out of Harry's grasp and folds his arms across his chest, walking about four feet behind him.
"Harry Styles, I will kill you." Louis says as Harry turns another corner.
"Oh, you know, this would actually look really good on you." Harry says, looking at a shirt.
"Everything looks good on me!" Louis says, throwing his hands up. "Now take me home!"
Harry chuckles, shaking his head. "Well, that is true, but still no."
Louis lets out a frustrated growl. "Harry, just let me leave."
Harry turns around and Louis runs into him. Harry puts his hands on his hips and kisses him. Louis puts his hands on Harry's chest.
"Harry, what the hell?" Louis says, but he's frowning less.
"You're awfully cute when you're angry." Harry says.
"Fuck you, Hazza." Louis says.
Harry kisses his forehead and then turns around and starts walking again. Louis just stands there, arms folded. Harry sighs and looks at him.
"Louis." Harry says. "Come on."
"No." Louis says. "I'm mad at you."
"Louis, come on." Harry says. "I love you."
"Yeah, well, I hate you." Louis says.
Harry sighs. "Fine," He says. "Fine. We'll go home. But only because I love you."
Louis smiles. Then he sighs. "Sorry, Hazza."
"It's fine, Lou." Harry says. He opens his arms. "Come here."
Louis walks over to him and lets Harry wrap his arms around him. Louis hugs him back, sliding his arms around Harry's waist. He rests his head on Harry's shoulder.
"I love you, Haz." He murmurs.
"I love you, Lou." Harry whispers back. He rubs small circles on his back.
"I don't hate you." Louis says.
"I know." Harry responds. "You wanna go home now?"
"Well, maybe we can stay a little longer."
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A/N: Hello. Welcome to my Larry oneshots. Yeah. Nothing to say really, but thanks for reading! Love you guys! <3.
