Charming || Larry Stylinson

3. If You Dare

Eyes squinting and mouth in a line, Louis glared at Harry in hopes it would force the boy to announce that he was joking. Oh, how Louis wished Harry was joking. Never in a million years would he share a bed with that man. That's fucking ridiculous, two grown men in a bed together. Blame him growing up surrounded by toxic masculinity or blame his ignorance, but to him sharing a bed is not okay.

Taking his eyes off the taller man for a few moments, Louis gazed around the room stopping at all the items, all Harry's items. The wardrobe that should be full of his clothes, were full of colourful items unlike Louis' suitcase that was mainly packed with black or white (maybe the odd red item.) Even the night stand had a leather journal and a candle that Harry himself brought.

"You're having a laugh, right?" He asked in disbelief.

Shaking his head, Harry chuckled, "Nope."

"No, you are," Louis said adamantly, pressing his finger into Harry's chest, "You're fucking giggling."

"I'm laughing at your face."

Splitting his forehead in half with a deep line, Louis frowned, "You think this is funny?"

"Yeah, I do," Harry smirked.

"Well it's not to me. First of all, you ruin my Holiday an-"

"It's also my holiday," the green eyed man added.

"Shut up! for once please just be quite," Louis stressed, exaggerating his need to be allowed to rant. "Just an hour ago I thought... hmm yeah maybe I can share this house with a prick like you. Thought maybe you would stop being annoying and we could just ignore each other and co-exist, but now you're telling me there is only one room!"

"Your wrong," Harry corrected.

"Hold on," Louis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in attempt to compose him self, "So you're telling me you were having me on? That there's another room?"

That do not push button was there, in-front of Harry and he just had to click it.

"No, there is only one bedroom," Harry said honestly, while staring at the vein that strained against the skin on Louis' forehead. "You were wrong when you said we could co-exist. This is my holiday too and I'm going to get my break ALONE one way or another. So no, we can not co-exist."

Lip instantly in snarl, Louis pushed harshly at Harry's broad chest. "Do not fucking talk to me like that! Who do you think you are? This is actually unbelievable. You think you're so above me. I'm telling you now, you have no idea who I am. You can't talk to me like this, everyone knows that, everyone respects me, I'm literally a fucking living legend."

"And I'm Harry Styles."

"Is that suppose to mean something?" Louis scoffed, "You will not treat me like a piece of shit and please, for the love of god,  just leave!"

Harry stared for a few moments, right into Louis' eyes, trying to decide who this man is and what's going through this head. He noticed every detail of Louis' face and watched ever so happily as it changed when he used his ring cladded hand to wipe at his face.

"You know, you spit when you shout," Harry grimaced as he wiped away the dot of spit  from under his eye.

"What?"

"A bit of your spit just landed on my face."

"Piss off," the older man shook his head and walked further into the bedroom, ready to claim it as his own. Unfortunately, Harry just followed making a tutting noise.

"Such vulgar language, for that you can sleep on the sofa, I'll take the bed," he fell back into the springy mattress.

Louis just scoffed, because there is no way this arrangement is happening. He has to sleep on the bed, not because he's a pampered princess (that's obviously Harry) but because if his back gets injured, he won't be able to play when football season starts back up again. "I'm not sleeping on that sofa."