Average. [Larry Stylinson au] EDITING

Chapter 10

A week later, and Harry and I still haven't finished our song. "Harry," I whine. Once again, we're sat on my bed trying to think of the next lyrics. "We don't have long left to finish this, and I still haven't heard you sing," I pout. Harry looks up from my phone; probably from playing that shitty game again.

"You will soon," He looks back down at the phone. "But this game is addicting. Why was this never in my life before?"

I roll my eyes. "Because I wasn't in your life before," I state. "Now get the fuck off that phone before I shove it up your arse."

Harry looks up again, this time frowning. "Rude," He says.

"Yeah, well," I shrug, "You deserve it," I sigh, kneeling down on the bed with my hands resting next to my legs. It's silent for a moment before I speak up again. "Please, Harry, I'm so bored and I want to finish this," I whine again, moving to take the phone from him (and failing). "You know, it's supposed to be the older one who's more responsible, not the younger one," I frown, crossing my arms.

Harry sighs, shutting the phone off and pushing himself up from the headboard. "Don't be so stereotypical, Lou, anything's possible."

I roll my eyes again (I could win awards for the amount of times I roll my eyes at Harry). "You're so frustrating. Can I hear you sing now?"

Harry sighs again. "Fine," Harry says, dragging out the 'i'. "Where's the lyric sheet?" He asks, moving other unnecessary things out the way.

I turn my head towards the desk where I last saw it. "Uh, there, I think," I point towards my desk as he turns his head. "Is that it?" Harry stands up and makes his way over to the desk, picking up the paper.

"Yup," he walks back over and sits on the bed. "So, this is what we've got so far... I've added a few lines, but that's about it," Harry says, his eyes carefully scanning over the paper.

I, again, roll my eyes. "Get on with it," I whine.

Harry chuckles, "Okay, okay."

[Verse 1]

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

[Chorus repeated]

Harry stops there, glancing down at the paper. "I was then thinking of maybe having an instrumental there? Like, not too long, just to lift it up a bit, or something, I don't know," Harry looks up, taking in my expression. "Did you, uh, was it alright?" He asks nervously.

I gape at him. "Alright? Harry, that was amazing! You have such a great voice! I can't wait to see the expressions on people's faces when they hear this, you're so good," I grin widely at him.

Harry smiles back. "Thanks, Lou. But, uh, you wrote this, too, y'know, so you're gonna have to sing some as well."

My smile immediately drops. "Shit, we've failed," I grab the paper from his hand. "It was lovely knowing you, have a great life," I push him towards the door.

Harry lets out a laugh. "Lou, c'mon, you knew you had to sing," Harry says, grabbing onto my arms that were pushing him towards the door, and pulling me to face him.

"I know," I whine, "I just forgot for a second," I pout.

"Aw," Harry coos, pretending to be upset. "Did little baby Lou Lou forget he had to sing?" He says in a baby voice, pouting with wide eyes.

I scoff. "You're a dick," I grab the paper from his hands and scan over it, while he stands there smirking at me.

"It's a good thing you like dick, then, isn't it?" He says, still smirking.

"Where should I sing from?" I ask, ignoring him.

Harry chuckles, and looks at the paper. "Hey, didn't you have an extra verse you'd written somewhere?" He asks.

I look up at him in confusion. "What? I don't- oh, yeah!" I say in realisation. "I think I put it in the bin though," I say, walking over to the bin and taking out the bits of crumpled paper. "Harry, I can literally hear you rolling your eyes," I say, rolling my eyes. Harry just laughs in response.

"I just don't understand why you throw your lyrics away, you're really good at writing," he says. He walks over to me and starts helping me look through the crumpled paper. "Look see, you could use this one for another song, if you ever got into songwriting," he opened a piece of paper and started reading the lyrics. "I think I'm gonna lose my mind, riding on the wind and I won't give up-" I quickly cut him off.

"Harry!" I exclaim, jumping over to him and ripping the paper from his hand, rolling it into a tube. "Stop. Reading. My. Lyrics!" I say, hitting him with the rolled up paper between words.

Harry laughs and grabs my arms, stopping me from hitting him. "Why not? You should be really proud of these. I'm not joking when I say they're really good," Harry says seriously.

"Because, it's embarrassing knowing someone else has read this shit," I say, slumping my shoulders. Harry rolls his eyes again.

"Louis, if I hear you call your writing shit one more time..." Harry warns, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head.

I raise my eyebrows questioningly, a small smirk playing at my lips. "Yeah? What you gonna do?"