Letters To Harry

31 - Pizza Carnival

Harry's POV

"PIIIIIIZZZZZAAAAAA!!!!!!"

I rolled over, flipping onto my side and pulling one of my pillows over my head to block out Louis' shrieking. On top of that, my alarm clock started buzzing. Then my phone rang. Then someone started pounding on the flat's front door.

After two minutes of this, I gave up and hit the off button on my clock, then grabbed my still ringing phone from its charger near the wall.

"Hello?"

"Morning!"

"Lou, you couldn't have just come upstairs and got me?"

"Well, I said there was pizza and you didn't answer!"

If I could telepathically kill him, I would have. Seeing as he was all the way in the kitchen, I'd have to settle for strangling my best mate once I was dressed.

"Be out in a minute." I grumbled into the phone, dropping it on the floor before Louis could answer. Yeah right, a minute.

A hot shower and change of clothes later, I was sat on my messy bed again. I could smell the pizza we'd apparently ordered down the hall, but I was preoccupied with other things at the moment. Mainly, the car I could see from outside my bedroom window. There were two people in it, from what I could see. They seemed to be deep in conversation, though I could only make out one of their faces. Suddenly, the banging on my door began again.

"HAZ! THE PIZZA IS GETTING COLD AND NIALL WILL BE HERE SOON AND IT WON'T MATTER ANYMORE BECAUSE IT WILL BE GONE ALLLLLLLL OF IT WILL BE GOOOOOONE!"

"Shut up, Lou!" I called back, but got up and walked over to the door anyways. I opened it to find a very annoyed Louis. He spun around and ran away the second he saw me.

"I DIDN'T DO IT!!!" He shouted over his shoulder, hiding behind the sofa. I frowned, wondering what it could be...

My laptop was sitting, open, on the coffee table next to a plate with two slices of cold pizza on it and a pile of fan mail on top of the keyboard.

"What didn't you do?" I asked curiously. This was what Saturday mornings in the Larry flat usually looked like. Louis' head popped up, his hair was now a complete mess.

"Eat all of the pizza except that..." He mumbled sheepishly. I laughed, ruffling his hair and flopping onto the cushions, grabbing a slice of (sausage?) pizza and two letters. I was chewing thoughtfully while opening the first envelope when I remembered the computer.

"Wait, are we on twitcam?" I asked, squinting at the dark screen. Louis nodded.

"Yup!" He announced, popping the p. "Aaaaand, guess who's joining us in a few minutes?"

"I can tell by your face, Boobear." I joked, pinching his cheek. "Hi everyone!"

The live feed filled up with comments about how much everyone had missed Larry Stylinson, and how shocked they'd been when we faked a relationship. Throughout all of this drama, I'd almost forgotten about how attentive our Directioners are. They literally miss NOTHING.

"There's not much today." I commented, sorting through the pile of letters and packages. Louis shrugged.

"Liam was over earlier, I gave him some of it."

"Liam was here?" My eyes widened. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were asleep." Louis answered, rolling his eyes. "And I DID actually, several times, but you told me to shut it and went back to sleep."

Ignoring this last bit, I leaned back and finished reading the letter I'd started earlier. It was from a guy actually, in Australia, who was a big fan of One Direction. He'd also put a link to his YouTube channel below.