Golden // Larry Stylinson

Chapter Three

Grinning, Harry retrieves his phone. As Louis is setting up on the bed nearest the bathroom, Harry opens his messages.

To: Capt. Niall

Lou and I are doing a live so don't hold dinner for us

From: Capt. Niall

Hate to break it to you mate but we ate an hour ago

To: Capt. Niall

Well that's nice isn't it

From: Capt. Niall

It was quite nice yeah, thanks for asking

To: Capt. Niall

oml

Harry tosses his phone on the bed near Louis and stands behind him, watching him pull up the website before turning around and checking his hair in the large mirror behind them.

"You look as hot as ever, Harry."

"Of course I do, but I don't want to look he just made out with Louis Tomlinson and they rolled around a bit hot.

"That's fair." Louis pops up to fix his own hair before they flop together onto the bed, laying on their stomachs and going live.

"Hey everyone!" Louis exclaims happily, Harry giving a friendly "hey" and a wave.

Lives are usually Louis' thing. Harry really enjoys them, but he enjoys watching Louis enjoy them just as much.

"So we've just checked in to our hotel we're staying at for the next few concerts of the European leg of the tour!" Louis explains, a grin on his face as his eyes scroll through the comments.

"We just wanted to say hello, we were feeling a little trapped in here just us, so we're kinda turning to all of you for entertainment, I guess." Harry says, looking to Louis in search of confirmation, grinning like a child at Louis' smile and nod.

"So go on then, entertain us." Louis says, and Harry thinks it sound as if he's giving orders to a maid.

Great. Now he's thinking about Louis. And about a maid. And about Louis the maid...?

A dirty little grin crosses Harry's lips as he gazes innocently into the camera. The view shows from the shoulders up, leaving their chests and arms and everything below off camera.

Carefully moving his arm, hoping the camera couldn't see it, Harry takes Louis' hands and intertwines their fingers.

Louis doesn't flinch, his mouth hanging open slightly as he reads through the comments. But off screen, he's squeezing his secret boyfriend's hand.

"Ooh yeah, would you rather. Come on, let's get some would you rather questions." Louis says, taking a fan's suggestion.

He's tired of professional interviews where he has to say all the right things and do all the right moves. But these kind of fun, meaningless questions are top tier entertainment to him.

"Harry, would you rather buzz your hair or dye it cherry red?" Louis reads off the screen.

"I'd definitely rather dye it, that'd be pretty sexy don't you think? I look terrible with short short hair anyway."

"Mm, you'd look very sexy, as always." Louis replies absently.

Harry purses his lips in a smile. Hopefully the fans won't realize why.

"There's a funny one I probably shouldn't ask you, would you rather: tits or ass, Haz?" Louis glances over at him.

"Personality." Harry nods wholesomely, but as soon as Louis turns back to the screen, Harry's aggressively mouthing ass to the camera.