Larry Stylinson Oneshots

My mondays get better with you.

Author: Harry_All_The_Love

Summary: Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles crossed paths as they both sought to satisfy their caffeinated cravings in a London coffee shop on a rainy monday morning.

There were umbrellas perched in a bucket near the front door, people wandering around, the smell of fresh coffee flooding the place and as soon as Harry reached for his cappuccino he couldn't imagine he'd bump into a man a little shorter than him, with his own coffee in hand, staining all his, until a few seconds ago, perfect white shirt.

Harry had never seen such angry blue eyes.

It was like the universe decided to act for them to get off on the wrong foot in every way possible.

And it was successful in that mission.

Or

Louis and Harry can't stand each other but they have to work together for a greater good.

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- This is a disaster Niall! Are you listening to me? A disaster! - Louis exclaimed to his friend as he desperately ruffled his hair.

- Louis, calm down, it's not the end of the world! You're being dramatic as usual! - Niall replied, trying to calm down his friend.

- Thanks, Niall. Thanks for saying that I, a drama teacher, am being dramatic... honestly, why are we even friends? - Louis looked at him with disregard.

- Precisely because I'm the only one who endures your lapses of madness. Or do you think you can go freak out like this in the principal's office? - Niall stared at him, frowning and crossing his arms.

Louis hated when he was right.

- You don't understand, Ireland, this task will kill me inside. - He muttered annoyed.

- You'll have to direct a play with Harry, so what? It's not like you were asked to walk barefoot over hot coals.

- I'd rather walk barefoot over hot coals - Niall can't help rolling his eyes.

- You're 29 years old, Tomlinson. Act like it and be an adult! - He exclaimed defiantly.

- You're on his side! - Louis pointed an accusatory finger at the brown-haired irishman - You turned into little friends and are plotting against me! I am your best friend! - He put a hand on his chest, offended.

- You - Niall put his hands on his shoulders to hold him in place - need to increase your hours of sleep. It's already bordering on madness. Really.

- Deny it all you want! Deep inside, you know you're slowly replacing me!

- Jesus! I just wanted to come to the teachers' room for coffee! Is it a punishment because I bleached my hair three years ago? - Niall asked no one specific, raising both his arms in the air and aiming at the ceiling.

It was just another monday.

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Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles crossed paths as they both sought to satisfy their caffeinated cravings in a London coffee shop on a rainy monday morning.

There were umbrellas perched in a bucket near the front door, people wandering around, the smell of fresh coffee flooding the place and as soon as Harry reached for his cappuccino he couldn't imagine he'd bump into a man a little shorter than him, with his own coffee in hand, staining all his, until a few seconds ago, perfect white shirt.

Harry had never seen such angry blue eyes.

- Fucking hell! Don't you look where you're going? Look what you did mate! - The handsome stranger practically yelled looking at his ruined shirt.