Troublinson in paradise |Larry Stylinson|

Chapter Eight

Second chapter of the day, double as many comments? xoxo

"I feel like a clown." Harry mumbles when he walks around in Niall's floral shirt and Liam's bright orange shorts. They are going for lunch together.

"Be thankful we gave you clothes. Your jeans is still drying and god knows where the fuck your shirt is."

"Whatever." Harry sighs.

"Mate, I don't know how your breath still manages to smell worse than Jack Sparrow's after he was on the deserted island for three days drinking non stop rum." Liam says blocking his nose from Harry. "You brushed your teeth for five minutes straight."

"Are you guys going to be like this all day? Just let me get me some food and I'm going to spend the day in my room sleeping."

"That's the best. You're not exactly a sunshine right now." Liam rolls his eyes. "Please be better tonight when we watch the game."

Just when Harry is about to answer, Niall speaks.

"Oh look, Harry! It's Louis and Lottie!" And Harry's head jumps up, watching the siblings kiss each other on the cheek. Lottie sits down again and Louis is walking towards the table where the boys are sitting.

"Hi Louis!" Niall shouts loudly, not only grabbing the attention from Louis but also Lottie who notices now that her fiancé is there as well. Louis keeps walking into their direction and gives Niall the high five he wants.

"What's up, guys. You're looking bright, curly, very orange." Louis smirks.

"No need to remind me." Harry rolls his eyes. He really doesn't want to talk to Louis after last night. He has never been so embarrassed in his life.

"Hey, we'll see you at the game tonight, right? They are playing it at the beach bar, giving out hotdogs and stuff as well."

"I'll be there." Louis nods. "Have a good day, curly. Take care of your hangover." Louis' hand goes through Harry's curls before he leaves the group and Harry looks down to hide his blush. A touch so small and coming from Louis shouldn't have that affect on him, making him feel this nice, but it does.

The nice feeling leaves though when Lottie is now in front of the boy's table.

"Can I have a private chat with Harry, guys?" Harry can't read the look on Lottie's face, but he knows that voice.

She has the sweetest smile on her face and her voice is honey sweet, and that ladies and gentlemen, is Lottie Tomlinson at her most dangerous.

"Yeah, we're going to check the buffet already. See you in a bit mate." Niall puts his hand on Harry's shoulder before he leaves together with Liam.

"What are you wearing?" Lottie asks, eying Harry's clothes.

"'s from Liam and Niall." He answers shortly.

"I can't believe you went to a bar yesterday and got drunk." Lottie shakes her head. "We are in a fight and that is your reaction?"

"What do you know about what I did last night?" Harry rolls his eyes.

"Don't play dumb, Harry. Louis told me."

That small little fucker. Saying shit like making sure you are still engaged tomorrow only to fill in Lottie on everything the next day.

"So?" Harry shrugs his shoulders. "Didn't really have another place to go, did I? Couldn't just go to my own room."

"You smell like you stole a bar and hide it in your mouth, Harry." Lottie shakes her head. "We both know how I feel about alcohol use."

"I got drunk once, Lottie." Harry defends himself. "Did you give your brother, who was at the same bar and the same drinks, the same speech?"

"He is my older brother, Harry. Of course I don't give him the same speech. I'm already happy that he is here, okay?" her voice raises a little bit.

"Yeah? I feel like you should be a bit happier that I am here as well." Usually Harry never talks to Lottie like that, but the alcohol still running through his veins give Harry a confidence boost.

"Two can say that. We are on a date together and you just ditch me for your friends, and the worst thing is that you lie about it."

"Maybe I wouldn't lie about it if you don't always make problems about my friends!"

And that is a frustration that has been on Harry's chest for a while but he never had the guts to say it, never even realised that he was feeling like that. It's thanks to his conversation with Louis yesterday that he realises.

"You know, we will talk tonight. I'm not going to argue with drunk or hangover or whatever you." Lottie stands up from the chair. Before she leaves she says one more thing.

"I just can't believe that you did the one thing that hurts me the most, getting drunk." With that Lottie disappears and Harry starts to feel the most sober he has felt the past twenty four hours. He has to fix this. He is here to marry the girl that he loves, not fight her every single day. He is going to win her back, her trust back. He never wants to see Lottie this upset again. But first something else...

"There you are!" Harry is standing in front of Louis, arms crossed and angry look on his face.

"Hey, Harry. What's up Can you move a little? You are blocking my sun." Louis says right before taking a sip from his beer. "Are you feeling better?"

"Am I feeling better? You are a dick, Louis! I can't believe you went over to Lottie to say everything about last night."

"What do you mean? For fuck's sake, Harry the only thing I said is that I saw you at the bar last night, that we talked a lot and that you are a good guy."

"Yeah, well Lottie yelled at me because I was at the bar."

"It's not my mistake that the only word she hears is 'bar' in a conversation about how good you are according to me. Don't blame me for that, Styles."

"You shouldn't have told her about the bar." Harry snaps.

"You should be allowed to go to a bar without being scared your fiancé finds out. You're still in your early twenties, live."

Harry gets more and more frustrated with the smaller boy. Is it because he is right about every single thing he says about their relationship? Probably, not that Harry is going to admit that. Instead, he does what he does best: blame other people for his problems.

"Why showing up after so long, Louis? Everything is going downhill since you are here. Is that what you want? Ruin our wedding? Because you are doing a great job!" Harry screams at the older boy. He never thought that he would actually fight with someone from Lottie's family. Her mother and sisters are so lovely. How can this annoying guy be a part of their beautiful family, the family Harry will soon be a part of as well.

"Relax, darling. Sit down and grab a beer. No need to yell." Louis leans back into his sunbed, taking another sip of his beer before he puts the bottle in the sand.

"You are so frustrating." Harry groans.

"Are you done princess?" Louis smirks, eyes hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses.

"I'm done with you."

With those words Harry stomps away from thebeach, ignoring Louis' laugher. How can he not laugh? The flower shirt, orangeshorts, curls everywhere and a childish pout on his face. Louis is more amusedthan hurt by Harry's screaming match. He'll be back anyway... Louis can feel thatHarry will be a kind of boomerang in his life