Larry Stylinson (Jealousy)

Chapter 15

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Louis' POV

I woke up to curls in my face. I've read fan fictions about me and Harry - and let me tell you, they get pretty graphic - but it's nothing like I've read. It wasn't soothing waking up to his curls in my mouth, it was bloody annoying and ticklish. I spat them out before rolling on top of him to check the time.

I didn't really need to roll on top of him, I just wanted an excuse to do so.

It was 8 o clock at night. We had slept throughout the day due to our little workout session earlier.

This was the perfect time to go clubbing though. It would be like a little celebration of our coming out as a couple. I nudged Harry until he opened his eyes. He half glared at me before pushing me off him. I landed on the floor in a hump and all Harry could do was snigger to himself.

Well this definitely wasn't like in the books. It was better.

I shook my head and started nudging him again. He just groaned at me in annoyance.

"What do you want?" He asked bitterly. Ha, take that Harold.

"We're off clubbing to celebrate, so get your pretty little ass out of bed and get changed." I smiled sweetly at him which caused him to just stare at me.

"Fine." He moaned before kicking the covers off him. Don't look Louis. Don't look. I repeat, don't - damn. I failed.

Harry walked over to our bathroom butt naked while I tried to make it so I didn't get excited.

I decided to get changed while he was in there. I put on a loose fitting black tank top with fitted black jeans and topped it off with my converse.

Harry came out of the bathroom minutes later wearing a half buttoned up floral t-shirt with black skinny jeans that were way too tight for either of our health.

He gestured for me to show the way as I was the one who always went clubbing. I directed him to the car and told the driver where to go. It only took us about 10 minutes to get there, so we just talked about whatever came to our minds.

"We're here sir." The driver told me politely. I just smiled and nodded at him, thanking him as Harry and I made our way inside.

We drank and we danced. We talked and we laughed. We grinded on each other and we kissed. We had a great time. There was no one there to make us mad, it was just us in our own little world for the night.

Of course things didn't stay that way though.

Nope, the bloody paparazzi had to go and fuck things up.

We were walking out of the club when the tossers decide to show up. They kept taking loads of pictures and shouting random questions at us. Harry grabbed my hand and led us through them. I was doing very well until one of the men decided to be a dick.

"Oi fags! Answer my question!" He shouted at us. I couldn't help it, I was drunk and pissed off and I lost it.

"Could you bugger off? You're the reason we had to hide for 5 years! 5 fucking years! Do you understand how bloody long that is? That took away half my life with him. Do you realise what I could have done with him in that time? We could have done what other couples do and be happy. It would have been such a doddle to leave us alone but no. No, you had to go and cock things up and ruin it. I don't think any of you will ever understand how much this means to me. Do you paps realise how much you've fucked up our lives just to get a good story out of it? Huh? Well? Do you?" I shouted at him completely and utterly pissed off.