Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson

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"We can't unalive anyone!" The tv was on, spiderman of course. I looked around the room but he was nowhere. Then I watched the blanket move. "Harry, come on you have to get up. We have to go shopping."

"I don't think I should go out of this bed, or out of the house- or anywhere. Ever again." I pull the blanket away watching his hair stick up.

"You don't have to get dressed we can go as we are I just have to take you with me. Come on."

I hold out my hand waiting for him to take it. "We can go alone. You don't have to talk." He takes my hand still hesitant. "I'm tired."

"I know but you have to get out of the house my love." Brushing my finger under his chin I watch his eyes close a little as he smiles. "I don't have to get changed?"

"No, you're fine." Cupping my hand over his cheek I pull him closer kissing him gently feeling his arms wrap around my waist.

His head nuzzling into the crook of my neck. "I want to go it's not that I don't want to it's just that I feel, heavy."

"No I know. Baby I promise you it's okay." He lets out a deep sigh. "I'll be fine once I get out I'm sure."

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"This one has the little v on it." He hasn't looked at a single thing. "Okay."

"You wanna check?" He hasn't even picked anything up. "No, no I trust you."

"You can have eggs right?" He nods. "And wheat?" He pouts. "Yes? Yeah, yeah no it's fine." I hum. "Okay- are you okay? You haven't even looked at anything."

"Yeah no I'm fine. I'm just indecisive it's fine- what's the face?" I can feel it again. "Oh thank you my love that makes me feel good."

"No you made a face. Why'd you make a face?" I start to look around wondering if I might just be going insane. "That face, what is with that face?"

"You're being mean." He mimics me back, turning away and grabbing god knows what. "Fuck you then, go insane. See if I care." I snicker. "You are such a little baby. The lack of your mothers love really shows at times."

"Hey no I was trying to help you, you're the one that senses when your mother is around okay so don't act all bitchy towards me."

"You know what, next time you get taken by some crazy man you can get yourself out of it." I was worried about the aisles being empty but then I remembered who was with me.

"Fine and if your mother comes back to haunt your ass I'm not deal with the next episode you have. I'm hiding all of your bats and I'm locking all your rooms."

"I wouldn't." He chuckled. "I know that's why I'm doing it for you. Locking you in your house with rubber gloves on that squeak every time you hit something and a watch that rings every time your blood pressure is above average."

"Harry you're just not even funny." He was just throwing things in now. "I really want a slushy-"

"Carrots- sorry, we need carrots." He scoffs. "I figured." Throwing them in with everything else he turns back around. "Slushys?"

"After, we're almost done now anyway, we'll go on the way back- put that down." I smack it out of his hand. "I wanted the cheese."

"No, that shit is awful it smells so bad, that goes into the house and you are a fucking dead man, hear me? Yeah? Good, that does not leave this store. No."

"Fine what about this one?" I smack that out of his hand watching it hit the sign across the aisle. "Bullseye."

"You're not getting cheese. Fuck that. Stop picking up cheese I'm so sick of you. I swear every time we fucking do this, are you fucking seriously doing this?"

"I want cheese. Why do you get- that but when I ask for cheese you say 'no Harry it smells bad' 'no Harry you can't get that it looks gross' you smell bad you bitch, I will buy my own cheese."

"Then it will go in the bin. Cause it's not coming into my house." I love that face, he looked like an angry little frog. "I'm getting the cheese."

He just kept repeating it. A good 17 times before I gave in. "Fine! Get the fucking cheese!"

The lady beside me gasps. "Oh eat a bag of dicks you loungey cunt."

Harry snickers, sniffling as he wipes his nose. I knew it was coming. "Loungey cunt?" I grab his ear. "Ow- ow Louis I have sensitive ears."

"You can shut up an all. Sick of your shit. Shut your mouth or I will find something very sharp and shove it down your fucking throat."

"Hey you think you can say that again but slower, I wanna really remember so that tonight when I-" I pull his ear again. "7 pounds of pressure Harry, your ear will be gone. Do not even think about it."

"There we go, see now I can feel all the tingles." I heave. "That is genuinely the worst thing you've ever said. I think I'm going to be sick."

He grabs my face, kissing me like a fucking moron, I was in too much shock to really comment on it. "You need to calm down."

"I am calm. Are you carrying around a fucking block of cheese?" He nods. "Yeah, next little fucker I see is getting it lobbed right at their head. I wanna know what sound it makes."

"Let's test it." He jumps back. "No, my cheese. Get your own cheese."

"Harry just let me throw the cheese." He snickers, pursing his lips. "Louis. This is my cheese get your own cheese."

"What if we get no cheese?" I give him an awkward smile. "No, that sounds boring."

"What if, we get no cheese and you get something else that is dry and melts. Like- a child." I shrug, his eyes twitching. "What? Louis children don't melt."

"I offered you a child and you complain?" He seems distraught. "Louis I'm not complaining I am telling you that they do not melt."

"My mother always said they melt." He shakes his head slowly. "The fake ones yeah."

"Then we get a fake one and we name it- Jeremiah, it will melt then."