just another love story. ||• L. S. •||

Chaptie 26.

"Guess who finally made Larry merch!" Niall walked into the family room with a box full of shirts, underpants, mugs, mouse pads, ect. Everyone was sat in a circle, talking, telling stories, cracking a couple jokes. Harry was in the middle of a story where he and a couple of his old mates played a round of ding dong ditch and he ended up tripping and falling infront of one of his school teachers.

"Niall, did.. you really make, merch, for Harry and I?" Louis raised an eyebrow, sitting up a little from his spot in between Harry's legs.

"No. I went out and made a whole bunch of Ziam merch." Niall rolled his eyes, continuing to take the items out of the box.

"Okay, Neil, please. Loose the tude."

Niall chose to ignore Louis' comment and organized his treasure. Staring at all the beautiful photos of his favourite ship on such nice and useful things (in his opinion).

"How much for the shirts?" Shasta spoke up, noddding her head toward all the different colours and varieties of shirts with different photos, memes, and sayings. The colours include black, white, light blue, an emerald green, and pale yellow. One of the photos was where Louis and Harry were snuggled against eachother in a big fuzzy blanket, asleep wrapped in eachother. Another was of where Harry was caught just at the right moment of giving Louis' bum a smack. Ah, fun times.

Some saying go to very innocent as a lovely song quote, or to something completely dirty and sexual.

"It depends on how much you want it." Niall crossed his arms and lifted up his head a little.

"What the hell does that mean? Just give me a freaking shirt man!" Shasta stood up and walked over to Niall, leaning toward him and whispered lowly, "I'll give you a hundred if you got their sex tape. So ya' know, hook a girl up."

"You're outta luck, sorry Shatts, they wouldn't hook me with any of the good stuff. Had to get all this stuff meself."

Louis turned around to face Harry, giggling softly. "Can you believe all they want to do is watch us do the dirty, Haz?"

"No, Lou, I can not believe my so called, 'friends', just want to watch me and my boyfriend do it infront of a camera!" Harry threw his hands up in the air, raising his voice enough for Niall, Shasta, and Liam to hear.

But obviously none of them were paying attention to anything but the merch. Liam now joining in on the conversation on who they think tops. Niall was going for Harry, simply because he was taller and could easily take control of Louis in a second. But Shasta and Liam were going for Louis, saying it would be cute seeing as he would be like one of those small dogs trying to go for one of the bigger, taller dogs.

"You know, let's just ask them, shall we?" Liam raised an eyebrow, motioning his head toward Louis and Harry. "I mean, we are arguing over their sex life."

"You're right Liam, let's ask them so I can show you that I am right."

"Psh, whatever." Liam mumbled.

All of them turned to face Louis and Harry, who, was already paying attention to them. Harry's arm wrapped loosely around Louis' waist, back pushed against the sofa by the wall. Louis sat perfectly comfortable on Harry's lap, back pressed against his chest while he leant the back of head to rest in between where Harry's neck and shoulder met up. They just simply chuckled, rolling their eyes in response.

"You guys are out of luck, we aren't going to give out our personal sex life to someone who's just going to put it on t-shirts, mugs and- oh for godsake Niall! Shower curtains, really?" Louis jerked his hand toward the couple of open boxes that was titled 'shower curtainss (;'.