Larry Stylinson and Niam, With a Pinch of Zirror: a One Direction FanFiction

Chapter One: The Interview

Harry POV

Where on earth was Louis? The boys needed to be at an interview site in a half an hour and he was nowhere to be found! He wasn't in the kitchen with Niall and Liam, doing his hair with Zayn, napping in their bedroom, or in the living room watching "Friends". It was making Harry a bit worried... Louis almost never went somewhere without telling him first. That probably sounded a bit strange, but they were best mates, after all. It was only natural to be at least a little uneasy.

None of the other's knew where Louis was, either. That was bad, because if Liam, being punctual as he was, didn't know, there was only one person left to ask, and that was Paul. Paul Higgins was the band's tour manager. It was almost guaranteed that he would be able to tell Harry something. Paul was one of those guys who had a creepy way of knowing, well, everything...

Harry guessed that was probably a good thing. If their tour manager wasn't organized they would never be anywhere they needed to be. At least, they wouldn't be there on time.

The manager was on speed dial, so he was easy to get a hold of. It was only a few rings before he picked up, and Harry was a bit surprised by his greeting. Someone was peculiarly bitter. "Hello, Harry, what do you need?"

"Hi, Paul. I just wanted to, you know, chat. So... How are things?"

"Cut the crap, Harry. I know you wouldn't call me just to ask how I am. You're not that nice." Ouch. That one hurt a little.

Paul was catching on. Harry had hoped that he could get the information on Louis out of him sneakily, by bringing the subject up in a casual manner... Well, that plan failed. But hey, you only live once, right? You win and you lose. Oh no... Harry was using YOLO. Slang wasn't really his thing. It just didn't fit his personality.

He sighed. "So, we have an interview in about a half an hour... The really important one that's going to be televised...Yeah, funny thing about that..."

"I know, I set it up. I can tell you're kind of worried, so, to keep you from unneeded pre-interview stress I might as well tell you that if you're looking for Lou, I have him. That is why you called, right?"

"HI HAZZA!" Louis yelled from the background.

The hint of a grin played on Harry's lips. "Oh, well that's a relief. Can I talk to him?"

"Sure, hang on."

After some rustling, Louis had a hold of the phone. "So, Haz, you were worried about me?" Harry could just hear him smirking.

"Well, yeah. All the lad's were. You were kind of MIA, you know. I thought for sure I'd find you in the living room watching "Friends"."

"Awww, it was on and I missed it? I can't believe I missed it! I've never done that before... Today's rerun day, isn't it?"

"It's ok, Lou, calm down. you don't need to get upset every time you miss a rerun. I'm sure you've seen each episode about fifty times," he said, laughing.

"Hey there, Mr. Styles, don't you laugh at me when whenever I watch it you're right there with me!"

"Ok, fine, I am always there. In my defence, though, you always ask me, and I'm only there to please you."

"Well, Haz, It works. You're an amazing cuddler," Louis said in what Harry classified as much too flirty a tone, making him blush.

"I don't cuddle with you...!"

Another smirk. "Liar."

Harry did cuddle with him and he knew it, but Louis was just so comfortable it was hard not to... He was so cozy they'd often fallen asleep in each other's arms. Harry guessed that if that was the case he must be comfortable as well. If only there was a way he could cuddle with himself and find out. "Well, anyway, Lou, let's get off of this topic." He coughed to cover up the awkwardness. It didn't work. "So, tell me... why in the world are you with Paul?"