Plan it or ban it? [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 8

Here you gooooo babiessssss

Louis drove immediately home after the news that he was going to Hawaii. He didn't expect that at all and honestly he is not sure if he wants to, but it's a lot of money, hell a lot of money and it would assure him success in his career. It will be a hard time but the result will be worth it.

The next day he spent in the office, handing over all his other wedding files from upcoming events he should plan but can't now because of the Swift-Styles wedding. The rest of the day he just relaxed because the flight to Hawaii the next day was pretty early.

And that's where they are now; the beautiful island of Hawaii. Apparently Taylor has a holiday house there and it doesn't take too long for the three of them to arrive there.

"Louis, choose the room that you like." Taylor smiles as they enter. "And make yourself comfortable. I want you to stay here until the wedding."

"That might be a while though, Taylor..." Louis says carefully, not wanting to offend the singer. "I mean... there is still a lot to plan."

"You have a while. I want to get married after my American tour which will take like another month. I'm just on a break now."

Louis swallows the gulp in his throat and nods. He can't share a house with Harry for a month, he really can't. He is going to die. He will have to text all his loved once, arrange his will, plan his funeral. Is it similar to weddings? It probably is, both of them are the end of life, right?

"Can we at least relax today, baby?" Harry puts his hands around Taylor's waist and kisses her neck. "I'm not in the mood to plan anything at all yet. I'm too tired from the flight. It was long."

"You do whatever you want, Harry. I have to go back to the airport. I was just being polite to show Louis the house. You'd probably let him sleep on the beach." Taylor says with her arms crossed.

"Airport? You are staying here for another 2 days, right?" Harry gives his fiancé a hopeful look but the singer shakes her head, moving her long blond hair.

"I need to be well rested for my award show. I'm going to need my own bed and not an airplane to sleep in. I'll try to come over whenever I can, baby. Have fun planning our wedding. I love you." Taylor pecks Harry's lips and then walks over to Louis.

"I trust you, Louis. I'm sure you are going to do an amazing job. If you need anything or Harry bothers you, just give me a call." Taylor gives Louis a hug and kisses his cheek.

"You know that I'm right here, yeah? " Harry rolls his eyes. "Stop talking like I'm a kid who is not going to behave."

"I'll stop that if you stop acting like one, love." Taylor playfully messes up Harry's hair and then walks outside again.

"Give me updates from time to time okay boys? Good luck!" Taylor leaves and the second she closes the door the tension gets tripled immediately.

"I'm going to look for a room." Louis says quietly as he picks up his suitcases.

"Do whatever the fuck you want, I don't care. Just so you know, today we aren't going to plan anything. I don't want to see you. Stay in your room, go outside, do whatever I just really don't want to see your face." Harry snaps. "This flight was way too early, I'm tired and my fiancé just tricked me into this shit so the last thing I need today is to see your fucking face." Harry bumps into Louis' shoulder before walking upstairs.

"You're doing me a favour, really." Louis mumbles under his breath. It was not meant to be heard, but Harry did and fire is lighting up in his eyes.

"What did you say there?" He raises his eyebrows as he stares at Louis.

"Does it matter? Turn around. I don't want you to be bothered by my face." Louis wants to go upstairs but he forcefully gets pulled back by a big hand on his shoulder.

"Taylor hasn't left for a minute and your innocent act is already gone. I shouldn't be shocked. You're such a hypocrite, Louis. You've always been a piece of shit." Harry hisses in his face. "Thinking that you are cool with your sass. You are not, Louis. Nobody likes you. You are nothing."

"Don't fucking touch me." Louis pulls his shoulder back from Harry's hand and gives him an angry look as well. "And unfortunately for you, your fiancé likes me very much. I would say that is because she has a good taste in people but she is going to marry you so I'm probably wrong." Louis smirks at Harry. The confidence to stand up against his bully that he lacked a few years ago, is there now and Louis couldn't be happier. He is not going to let Harry Styles walk over him. If someone is going to move this time, it's him. Louis is so much stronger now.

"You're playing with fire." Harry talks even slower as normal and his eyes are piercing through Louis' soul. "Don't forget that one phone call to Taylor and your gay ass is fired."

"That's funny." Louis chuckles. "Do you really thing I'm threatened? I'm sorry Harry but if that was really the case I would have been out already. Your threats are as empty as the inside of your head. Now, excuse me I'm going to go to my room and have a nap. I expect you tomorrow downstairs at 11 so we can look for locations. Have a good rest of the day, mister Styles."

Louis walks upstairs, both suitcases in his hand. He has a big smirk on his face when he feels Harry's eyes burning on his back and he is sure that his mouth has dropped.

Nobody bullies Louis Tomlinson anymore. That time is over.