Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Welcome to The Traphouse: Part Three

Author : jaerie

Summary : One house, five YouTubers, and the unexpected results.

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Louis blinked, dumbfounded and confused as he found himself on his ass covered in some type of goo with burning eyes.  What the fuck just happened?  It took a moment or two for things to click into place.  Niall walking him out the front door. Niall shoving something in his hand.  And then WHACK! 

Niall had created a giant foam hand that had just swung down and smacked into him, knocking him over while covering him in whatever all of this was.  Once he’d cleared his nose he could smell that it was shaving cream.  He’d landed in a small ball pit that hadn’t cushioned his landing much more than the bare cement would have.  Niall’s cackling laugh made Louis simultaneously love and hate him.  

He stood up and attempted to wipe the extra shaving cream from his face, squinting as he tried to avoid getting any more into his eyes.  He realized then that Niall had shoved the GoPro stick in his hand to film his own reaction.  

Once he was able to focus on anything, he realized that Zayn and Liam were there too, both also covered in shaving cream from the same fate.  The only one missing was Harry.  Who was probably going to be next.  

Louis pondered shooting off a warning text, but even if he didn’t care about ruining Niall’s video, he didn’t think he could get his phone to work fast enough with his hands still covered in shaving cream.  

He recognized a few friends of Niall’s that were helping to cover the hand with another layer of shaving cream, Liam even jumping in to help.  Normally that would be Louis eager to switch sides to join in the prank.  This time he didn’t feel right about knowingly letting Harry walk into the trap.  He still felt a little dazed and out of it from the surprise and just stood in the driveway while his skin tightened where the shaving cream was drying in a thick layer from the sun.  

Niall walked Harry out not long after.  He was still in his leggings, his skin a bit damp from sweat.  Louis knew he’d been practicing a new sequence to go along with some song Louis had never heard of before for what was going to be his first video post-surgery.  He had his eyes closed just as the others had been instructed to and grinned as Niall spun him around and stuck the camera stick in his hand just a second before—

SMACK!

The hand came down, knocking Harry backwards with the force of it.  The shaving cream flew everywhere, some even landing on Louis’ shoe.  They all laughed as it happened, another joke on another roommate.  It was how they got paid.  It took a few beats for Louis to realize something was wrong and an embarrassingly long time for anyone to spring into action.  For Louis, it was seeing the camera had fallen from Harry’s limp hand.  

“Harry?” Louis called out as he jogged the few steps closer.  There was no response and Louis immediately attempted to wipe the shaving cream away from his nose and mouth.  Harry still didn’t respond and now it felt like chaos happening all around him while he had tunnel vision for Harry.  

“Niall! You killed him!” He tried to look for any blood, sure Harry had cracked his head open on the cement as he’d fallen backwards.  

Sirens interrupted their quiet street and then they were pulling Harry’s limp body from a children’s ball pit filled with shaving cream while he helplessly stood by and watched.  Louis tried, but they wouldn’t let him ride in the ambulance, he couldn’t remember the reason why.  It didn’t sink in.  It might have been because he was still covered from head to toe in shaving cream himself.