My Model (Larry Stylinson Fan-Fic)

Chapter Two

It wan't his alarm or the small kitten resting at the edge of his large, white bed that woke Louis up that Tuesday morning. It was the a loud knock on his apartment door along with a voice that called, "Delivery for Louis Tomlinson!" Louis groaned, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes lazily. He didn't remember ordering anything. Glancing at the clock beside his bed, he was realized to find it was almost nine, when his alarm was supposed to go off anyways. He got up from the large bed and walked out into the hallway to open the door. When he did, he was greeted with a familiar curly haired man. 
"I'm here!" Harry said cheerfully, making his way into the small apartment with bags hanging off of his arms without asking if he could enter. Louis stood at the door in shock for a few moments before shutting the wooden door, turning on his heel and going into the living room where Harry was standing.

"Good morning to you too.." He mumbled, voice raspy from having just woke up. He plopped down on the couch with a sigh, pulling his knees to his chest with a frown. "You said I had to be at the modeling agency building at ten, what the hell are you doing here?" Harry stayed standing, setting the bags down on the coffee table. "If you're going to be my model, I come and go as I like. And no cursing," Harry responded, digging through one of the bags. Louis narrowed his eyes at the curly haired man as he leaned over and grabbed the television remote, turning it on. 

"How did you know where I live?" Louis asked, tilting his head slightly to the right, curious. Harry stopped digging through one of the bags and threw his hands up with a loud sigh. "Stop asking so many questions!" He said, sounding quite angry with Louis. That made the younger sink farther back into the couch and keep his mouth shut. He played quietly with his fingers as the television played in the background.  After a few minutes of silence and Harry digging through all of the bags for whatever he was looking for, the doorbell rung again. "Oh! That must be Niall!" Louis said and shot up from the couch. He had texted his best friend Niall to come over and help him pick out an outfit to wear when he went over to Harry's work building, but there was now a obvious change of plans. 

He opened the door and threw his arms around the blonde in front of him. "Nialler!" He squealed happily, the Irish blonde chuckling softly and hugging his best mate back. "Whose limo is parked out front? It's nine thirty and you still don't have a shirt on? I'm ashamed, Lou,"  Niall teased as he made his way into the apartment. Louis shut the door and followed after him, hands clasped in front of him as they got to the living room. "Niall, this is Harry Styles. Harry, this is Niall Horan." Niall shook the curly haired man's hand with a wide grin.

"Now I know whose limo is parked out front, eh?" Niall said with a chuckle, plopping down on the couch. He was dressed nicely in a red polo shirt and white skinny jeans with a pair of newer red converse, his hair not as messy as it usually is. He always dressed young even though he was the same age as Harry. Harry gave a small shrug at that and held out a bag to the younger of the three. "Put this on then were gonna go get some breakfast," he said. He said it like it was a command and not a suggestion.  Louis raised an eyebrow at his tone but took the black bag and went over to the bathroom, shutting the door gently behind him.  He took out the first thing he saw in the bag out. It was a tight black v-neck. He set that down beside the sink along with a pair of black skinny jeans and black vans. He was wondering why everything was black when he saw there was one last thing inside the bag.

"What the hell?"

He opened the door to the bathroom and stormed into the living room, placing his hands on his hips. He tossed the hot pink lace panties at Harry who was sitting on the couch with Niall, watching the news.

"You left these in the bag, I'm guessing they're for your girlfriend or whatever," Louis said with a huff. Harry caught the panties and frowned. "They're for you, honey. Put them on. They'll make your ass look better for when you pose for the rest of my team later." Louis was shaking his head the whole time the older was talking. Niall leaned back, a wide grin on his face. "Amuse the man, Lou, put 'em on." Louis let out a loud groan when Harry tossed the article of clothing back at him but made his way back to the bathroom, sliding off his gray sweatpants and boxers. He glared at the hot pink underwear before sliding them on, his perfectly thick thighs not agreeing with them at first. He finally got them up and fixed right after a few moments of struggle. Glancing in the mirror, he hated to admit it, but it did make his butt look a lot bigger and firmer. He slid on the skinny jeans with a bit of trouble as well but made it through. He quickly put on the dark v-neck and slid on the Vans, walking out of the bathroom afterwords with his night clothes in his arms. 

Niall and Harry were both laughing to the point where it looked like they were about to cry when he walked into the living room. They didn't notice the younger until he cleared his throat loudly twice. Harry turned his head to look at the younger, whipping his eyes with the sleeve of his expensive looking suit. "Niall was just telling me how you have never been in a relationship before. You're like, eighteen, and you haven't had just ONE relationship?" He said with a chuckle. Louis narrowed his eyes and hugged the night clothes to his chest with a frown. "I'm twenty, thank you, and that's none of your damn business," he huffed, going into his room to throw his night clothing into his dirty clothes hamper before heading back into the living room where Niall and Harry were now standing.

"Sorry if I offended you, honey. And what did I say about cursing in front of me? If I knew you better, I'd have you bent over my knee right now," Harry said, bending down to pick up the rest of the bags and hang them on his arms. Niall snorted at that comment but Louis' eyes went wide, letting out a little noise of disbelief. "I think that's my cue to go, then," Niall said after a minute of silence, giving his best mate a tight hug before hurrying out of the small apartment. 

"Time to go get some breakfast and then head over to my office." Harry stood up straight, fixing his suit before making his way towards the door. Louis followed him after checking to make sure Boxy was okay. She was, just still sleeping soundly. He hurried after the curly haired man and closed the door behind him after making sure he had his wallet that had little money in it and his cell phone. Louis locked the door behind the two and followed Harry to the elevator, wondering how this day was going to go for him.

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A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so bad. It's just a filler chapter because I can't just start them off in a relationship. I promise the next few chapters will be a lot better! Thanks for reading, babes <3