Larry Stylinson Oneshots

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Author: fadingdreams

Summary: Harry’s looking forward to a New Year’s kiss with Louis. Unfortunately fate has other plans for him.
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“We’re bloody millionaires Harry, just get off your arse and buy a bloody speaker so we can listen to music decently.”

“Just let me get to kissing you, we’ll see how much attention you pay to the music.”

“Cheeky…”

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A new years one shot.

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Harry was casually lounging lazily on the couch, remote in a loose grip flicking through the channels effortlessly. Music was playing softly the at his feet from a broken speaker. Harry could faintly hear the radio announcing Taylor Swift’s new single and he huffed, annoyed.  The guitar rift that had played almost seven times that day was playing yet again.

I remember when we broke up; the first time
saying this is it I’ve had enough –

Harry kicked the source of sound violently and it stuttered to a stop. He sighed, scrunching his nose up in despair. Just the other night, Louis was telling him to buy a new speaker. 

“We’re bloody millionaires Harry, just get off your arse and buy a bloody speaker so we can listen to music decently.”

“Just let me get to kissing you, we’ll see how much attention you pay to the music.”

“Cheeky…”

Harry smiled at the memory, but his heart panged in thought of the boyfriend that was currently out putting on a fake show for the paparazzi with a fake girlfriend.

He looked around at the tip of an apartment; clothes were strewn all over the place, there was something sticky on the floor and there was a weird smell in the air.

“What a great way to spend the day before New Year’s Eve Harry.  You’ve truly outdone yourself!” Harry muttered to himself, going as far as to clap for his pathetic state. The sound was just eaten up by the blaring telly and depressing walls.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, he lazily moved his hand to the gadget as if he were hearing it through a thick mist. His actions sped up when he saw who it was from though.

December 30th, 9:17 AM
Louis: On my way home babe, gimme 30 mins.

Harry’s hand flew over the keypad of his iPhone to respond.

December 30th, 9:18 AM
Harry: Thank god, I’m dying here, and the place is an absolute tip.

December 30th, 9:20 AM
Louis: And you expect me to clean it up I expect, what am I going to do with you young Styles?

December 30th, 9:20 AM
Harry: Fuck me into the mattress?

December 30th, 9:21 AM
Louis: You cheeky lad. I’ll think about it ;)

Harry chuckled, feeling happier knowing that Louis was alone and on his way back to him. The sun seemed to shine brighter and the apartment didn’t smell quite so bad anymore.

His phone buzzed in his hand again just as he was replying, and the name ‘management’ filled up the screen as Harry groaned, it couldn’t be good news.  The young boy almost began to sob on the spot, he didn’t want anyone to ruin another new years that Harry and Louis could spend together, it wasn’t right and it certainly wasn’t fair.

His hands were trembling, and he let the call go to answering machine.

“Hello Harry, I hope you’re having a nice day. We just wanted to let you know that you will be going on a little holiday for New Year’s Eve, New York to be accurate. Your private jet will be ready in half an hour, as should you. Oh and Harry, it would be best if you didn’t erm, try to get out of this. That would turn into quite a messy affair. Someone will be at your house shortly to fetch you.”