girl almighty • larry stylinson

four

"Who's messing with who?" Harry appears in the doorway to the livingroom, walking over to sit beside Liam where Louis had sat. 

Louis ignores him and stomps to the small kitchen, huffing in frustration as he grabs a can of Pepsi. As he tips it to drink, the bus suddenly jerks to a stop, Half of the drink's contents spills into Louis' shirt because of the sudden movement, which made him even more frustrated. He throws the can into the bin before stomping back to the lounge where all the boys are.

"You alright, Lou?" Harry questions, but Louis ignores him yet again and goes to the bunks room to grab another fresh shirt. 

He mutters nonsense, curses and heavy profanities endlessly falling from his lips. He tugs off his shirt, messily tossing it at Harry's bunk, just because. He moves to pull his shirt over his head but arms are suddenly circling around his waist and pulling him close to a hard surface. He turns around only to find that hard surface to be Harry's chest.

"I asked if you were alright." Harry murmurs, hand resting on Louis' curve with the other one coming up to tuck Louis' fringe behind his ear.

"'M alright." Louis leans forward and noses at Harry's jaw, "Boys being douchebags."

"They're only teasing." Harry hums. He rests his chin atop of Louis' head, "And kind of telling the truth."

"Don't tell me you're siding with them." Louis pouts his lips on the base of Harry's neck.

"Not siding with anybody." Harry strokes Louis' hair, and if Eleanor hasn't existed, everyone would think that they'd be a fucking couple. 

"Did any of the boys tell you not to do any activities in this bus?"

"Well..." Harry pulls back, "Not that I know of." 

"Good." Louis pushed Harry until they were falling back on Louis' bunk, because Louis hardly uses it and he wouldn't mind if there any stains left there sometime later. 

"God, Lou." Harry laughs hysterically as he throws his head back into the pillow. 

"No laughing." Louis attempts to pull Harry's shirt over his head so he can trace every inked tattoo there is in Harry's body. 

"Sorry," Harry snorts, still cackling. 

Louis smiles at the sound, slowly straddling Harry. His hands suddenly lacks force of trying to tug Harry his shirt off, "Mind telling me why?"

"Because you're a moody bunny." Harry reaches to tug off his shirt himself, "Grumpy and then horny the next."

"You can't blame me if I'm like that around you." Louis takes Harry's fingers away from the hem of his shirt before wrapping them around his waist. Harry tries to slide them down his bum but Louis wiggles and makes a sound as he leans forward to rest his head on Harry's chest.

"Lou?" Harry asks, suddenly curious as to why Louis' rejecting his touches in that part of their friendship.

"Let's just cuddle for a minute." Louis says, "We're gonna be at the hotel in a few minutes anyway."

Both of them knew it's a lie, but Harry doesn't know that it's an excuse.

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cuties.