Charming || Larry Stylinson

2. Unpack

For another two very unenjoyable hours, the mismatched pair sat and watched 'friends', which is truly ironic because they are the exact opposite of friends. They only ever broke the tense silence to argue during the adverts. Louis could've argued through out the whole of those hours but every time he went to make another point to prove why he should be the one who stays, Harry shushed him and turned to face the tv.

"You've probably already seen this episode like one hundred times," Louis groaned.

"Yes. Now shush!!!!"

Louis hates people like that, if it's not Grease or Breaking Bad then you should never rewatch something, especially 'friends'. That's another thing to add to the list of the things he hates about this man, he is a cringey American sitcom lover. He bets that the green eyed idiot prefers the American office over the original English one. Gosh don't even get him started on the American inbetweeners. When he heard Harry's loud cackle at some stupid joke one of the characters made, it was like a button labelled do not touch was clicked. He was furious.

"Turn it off!"

"Pfft like I'd listen to you," Harry scoffed.

"I said," Louis growled, "turn it off! Now!"

The green eyed boy just simply turned his head to look at him. His face displayed an amused smile, his dimples subtlety carving into his skin, as he shook his head and chuckled.

Why was he not listening?

No one has ever disobeyed Louis, he can get people to do as he asks at the drop of a hat. He does it on the daily! It's his job! Almost everyday he bosses a group of cocky lads around. He's the team captain of Manchester United for crying out loud! He should be able to handle some young stuck up nobody.

At this point, Louis' blood was boiling. How dare he? How dare Harry ignore him?

Voice like a thousand nails digging into Harry's skin, Louis shouted, "Harry, turn that fucking stupid show off! Now!" The tall man's bones jumped out of his skin as began fumbling with the remote to turn it off. He went completely compliant at Louis' enraged shout. With wide eyes, he simply just looked at the older man.

"Fucking finally," Louis sighed, "I couldn't hear my self think."

"Maybe if you said please, then I would have turned it off sooner," Harry muttered to himself, still a bit too wry of the man's temper to say it out loud.

Louis just snarled at him, his top lip quivering in anger. He can not deal with this. Will he give up and go home? Never. Louis may be easily persuaded by a good cup of tea, but he is not a quitter.

"Is that so?" He asked, "Then please will you get off your flat arse and go home."

"Have you been staring at my arse?" Harry questioned with a lingering smirk.

Louis gave Harry another one of his death it glares, harsh, sharp and intimidating. Well, usually intimidating...

Flashing his perfectly white teeth, Harry beamed at Louis. It wasn't friendly or just because he felt happy, trust me Harry was way too furious to be smiling 'just because'. It was the kind that he knows gets under peoples skin, makes the redness grow till it boils and overflows. He wants the blue eyed man to burst in anger. He wants him to shout and storm off like he knows he will, if only he plays his cards well.

"Fuck off!" Louis cursed as he stood up and walked away.

When Harry heard the front door unlock, Part of him jumped in excitement, but he kept his hands by his side not wanting to burst into a victory dance just yet. The slamming of the front door automatically made Harry's arms raise as he danced around. If there was a speaker in the room, he would most definitely be blasting 'we are the champions' on repeat as he giddily danced about.