365 Letters To You || Larry Stylinson

|Chap. 10|

💫|HARRY'S POV|💫

February 1, 12:30 p.m.

I shake out my wet hair as Louis pulls two towels out of the trunk, handing one to me. He has a sly smirk on his face.

"Hey...you actually planned to get me in the water, didn't you?" I accuse. He shrugs and closes his mum's trunk, drying his hair.

"Why? Are you suspicious?" He says.

"Lil bit," I giggle, drying my arms and torso and my lower region. He copies my actions and chuckles.

"Then, yeah I did." He smiles, opening the car door.

"Let's go back home." He says. I nod and sit the towel on the seat before sitting so the wetness of my underwear doesn't soak into it. Louis gets in on the other side and does the same thing I did as I grab my shirt and slide it back on.

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We walk inside the house, Louis carrying our towels. His mum is dressed in a nice suit with black heels, her hair perfectly styled with her briefcase in hand.

"Thank god, you're back. I'm gonna be late." She rushes over to us and snatches the keys from Louis hand, taking in the towels in his hands.

"Aw, Louis please tell me my seats aren't wet." She whines. Louis chuckles at her.

"You're good, Mum. Ya know, we wouldn't have this problem if you got me a car.." He says. Jay scoffs and pulls her purse over her shoulder.

"I told you to save up twelve hundred and I'll match it. I'm not paying for the whole thing when I'm not gonna be driving it." She sighs.

"I have to go, remember to lock up if you leave, and Harry...don't listen to whatever Louis tells you." She teases and Louis makes a face.

"I'll be sure of it, Jay." I tell her and she laughs, walking out the door. I look at Louis and smile.

"Today has been so great so far, thank you so much." I say and swats his hand.

"Oh it's nothing. But we should get showered and dressed. You can use the main one and I'll shower in my mum's bathroom." He says, walking upstairs. I nod and follow him, going into my room and looking through my dresser. I grab my black boxers briefs and sweat pants, walking out of my room and to the bathroom.

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"I don't know about this, Louis." I whine as I look at myself in Louis' body mirror. I'm dressed in all black, in skinny jeans, converse, and a t-shirt with a band that I've never heard of. And I don't know what he did to my hair, but it's really fluffy and soft. I like it.

"Well, you actually look like a badass teenager, instead of Mummy's Little Helper." Louis says, fixing the shirt.

"Where did you even get these clothes?" They are bigger than Louis' size, especially if they fit me.

"I had borrowed them from Steven a while back when I stayed at his house...and yes, they're clean. I wouldn't give you clothes that were dirty." He said. I give him a look and sigh.

"I don't know...this looks a little too...alternative for me. I can't pull this off." I tell him and he scoffs.

"Are you kidding? You look hot!" He beams and I roll my eyes.

"I don't even know who they are!" I say, pointing to the shirt.

"Who? Sublime?...don't worry, no one will ask you about your shirt. So you won't have to explain yourself. I don't even know who they are, to be honest. I don't think Steve does either. He only buys these shirt because their 'cool' and 'in' nowadays. They're like the only type of clothing you could wear without getting trashed for wearing it. Like, you're only cool if you wear merch from a cool 'rock-hard' band. Wear anything else, and you're a lame.." Louis explains. I furrow my eyebrows at his and pretty much the entire school's logic, trying to ignore the fact that he actually used to slang 'merch' instead of just saying 'merchandise'.