Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson

17|17

Harry adjusts himself yet again, his head nuzzled into my neck as he lays there fast asleep. I thought he was asleep.

Grabbing my waist he pulls me into him. "I need you closer. It's cold."

His hand slips under my shirt, holding my waist. Feeling the smile against my neck before both hands were on my hips. "You're really warm."

"This is awful." He seemed to enjoy that I wasn't enjoying it. "This is fun, I like watching you squirm." His nose scrunches. "This is a hate crime."

"You keep saying this but I am not hate criming anybody." Bitch. "You're hate criming me, I like- boys and so now you acting like you also like boys just to get to me is a hate crime."

"Mmm, I don't think that's a good enough reason to say I'm hate cringing you." Squinting at him a little I watch him smile. "This isn't funny, what does he have you doing? Making me like you do that he can- do something, mean? And then I'll be sad and my guard will be down? Hm?"

"Or, now I know this is crazy- but just, hear me out. You're overthinking." He says through a laugh. "I don't overthink anything."

"You're overthinking this right now. You overthink your overthinking. That's what this whole thing is about." He sits up smiling at me. "No you're just going to betray me, I can feel it. I can just feel the betrayal."

"You can feel it? What else do you feel then mr psychic." He's mocking me. "Are your arms not tired?" I asked trying to change subject. "No, tell me what else."

"You don't eat enough vegetables for your arms to be able to do that." He nods. "What else do you feel?" I wasn't getting out of this. But I was about to try. "Are you not hungover?"

"No. Tell me what else you feel I'm curious." I was fighting it as best I could. "Are you sure because sometimes when I'm hungover I don't know it until I'm trying to eat something and then I almost throw up trying but sometimes I don't realise until I'm brushing my teeth and you- your eyes are really green, I just noticed."

I drag his face closer. "Are they always this green?" He nods. "Really? Strange. I've never noticed before. They're really pretty though, they're like pastel- like a dark kind of pastel and I know that defeats the purpose but they just look really, nice. You're laughing."

"You're nervous, why are you nervous?" Running my thumb over his bottom lip I started to panic again, he knew it too. "I'm not panicking, get off me."

"Maybe you're not an emotionless robot after all."

"Maybe I will skin you alive and feed you to a cat after all."

"You're being dramatic." He mumbled. "And you're being a bitch. Why are you still here? Go away from me."

"You're being mean again Louis." He frowns. "You wanna know why?" His lips purse. "No but I imagine you'll tell me anyway."

"It's because, you are pissing me off." He nods. "Checks out. I didn't do anything wrong, the second I move from where I am you'll be fine. You'll go back to just being grumpy about life instead of just me."

"Well then move." I liked him there, he's warm and he's smiling and if he moves then I'll go back. "No," oh thank god. "No I think I'll stay."

"I hate you so much." He chuckles like a goddam idiot. "I like it when you get mad at me. Makes me like you more."

"You make me want to throw up in my mouth and swallow it." I hated that laugh. "You know what else you can swallow?"

That was it, that right there was what sent me over the edge.

Literally.

Grabbing his neck I throw him off the bed letting him hit the floor before I start strangling him. "Louis- you're making a mistake!"

"Your mother made a mistake 19 years ago!" I hate that he was enjoying this. I hate that he want hungover either. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'll take it back! Stop strangling me I'm only a boy!"

Then it hit me.

Interlocking my finger with his I stab my fingers into his sides hearing him scream out a cry. "Louis!"

"Shut up!" He nods, laughing through his cries. "I'm sorry! Louis please just let go! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please!" Pulling my hand away from his thigh he starts shiver.

"God, if that was used as everyday torture everybody would get what they want. Can we go get slushies?" He gives me a toothy grin.

"You're insufferable my love." He giggles. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. "I like to think of myself as almost socially exceptional- acceptable."

"How did you get those mixed up?" He shrugs. "They start with the same latter so I just sort of combine them."

"Harry, exceptional starts with an e, acceptable starts with an a." He nods. "I knew that. I was kidding."

"I want a slushy now." Pulling myself up from the floor I kept his hand on my mine as he walked behind me. "Angel!"

"We're going to get slushys you coming?" I lean against his chest as she hops out of her room putting her shoes on. "You don't have to rush princess, it's okay."

She holds out her hand so I take it. She starts to slow down, putting her other shoe on. "I like those shoes angel, do they light up?"

"Yeah." She stomps her foot onto the floor laughing as the shoes flash. "Oh nice. Okay ready?" She nods. Hopping down the stairs, humming to herself.

Niall and Zayn both stood there with their mouth open, blinking like they'd seen the worst. "What is wrong with you?" I wave my hand in front of them. "Nothing."

"Right, Josh is being brought into the basement later, do not kill him I have to find out what he knows. Either of you talk to him and I'll make you eat your own teeth."

**

"You want the cherry one too?" She nods. "I want the strawberry cherry."

"Nice. Okay Harry? You done?" He holds up his cup. "I'm done. I want this too." He'd already opened it. "Hi Paul."

"H-hello." He puts the money in the counter with a smile. "Are you nervous?" Harry bites his lip tucking his hair behind his ear.