Larry Stylinson//Fluff One Shots

Bonding Time

Warnings: None

Summary: Harry decides him and louis should go on a camping trip alone for some "Best friend bonding time".

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Louis Pov

"Slow. Down," I breathe heavily. My legs are burning from walking so much, and my back aches from all the luggage and bags I'm carrying. Harry scoffs.

"You lazy bum, it's only a few more minutes and we'll be there," I can almost see him rolling his eyes, although he's walking in front of me.

Harry and I are on a camping trip. The other boys wanted to come, but Harry insisted that we needed "best friend bonding time." Whatever that means, because me and Harry are so close it's scary. I practically know everything about him, so it confuses me why he says we need to bond. But I don't mind. I like spending time with him.

"Louis! Look ahead! That's our spot!" Harry squeals, pointing at a clearing in the middle of thick trees.

"Finally!" I sigh in relief as we walk up to the empty land. I drop all my bags on the ground then fall on top of them. Harry giggles a little then jumps on top of me in a mini dog pile. "Get off of me fatty," I groan, as I feel him lay his head on my back. He ignores me and instead wraps his long lanky arms around my body, squeezing tightly.

"Harry, please," I whine. It's hard to breathe. The warmth from his body seeps into me and makes me sweat further than I already was.

"Harry, please!" Harry mocks me, using the girly voice he always uses when trying to imitate me.

"I don't talk like that!" I pout, sticking my bottom lip. He immediately touches is and I flinch at the spark that ignites and shoots through my body.

"Aw, Lou, I was kidding!" Harry smiles innocently and stands up, brushing himself off. Then his large hand reaches down to help me up. I grab it gratefully and pull myself with a groan to my feet.

"I know you were," I smile, pulling him in for a quick hug. He hugs me back eagerly and I laugh at his hyper state. "So are we gonna put this tent up or are we going to sleep on the ground?" I grin, staying in the hug. Harry finally let's go of me and grabs the tent off the ground, pulling it out of its bag.

"Do you know how to do this?" I ask, praying to God that he says yes. I sigh in relief when he nods and furrows his eyebrows in concentration. I take the distraction as an advantage and slowly slink away, sitting on the forest floor a few yards away. I watch as he bends over to begin setting it up and my eyes can't help but fall on his cute little bum.

"My bum is bigger than yours!" I tell Harry loudly in a bragging tone.

"Dang right it is," He mumbles, not turning to look at me.

"And so is my heart," I continue. Harry immediately turns around and stalks over to me.

"Now we both know that's not true." Harry growls. I love how defensive he is when it comes to kindness. He is unbelievably caring and kind, and so he's right. It isn't true.

"Yeah it is," I lie, smiling. Harry playfully punches my shoulder and runs away.

"Harry?" I ask hesitantly. He ignores me, which doesn't surprise me. I can tell by the determined look on his face that he's going to keep it up until I apologize.

And we all know I can't go too long without talking to my Hazza Bear.

"Harry I'm sorry," I say, already defeated. He smiles and says, "You better be."

"Now Harry, you should watch what you say or I might take it back," I tease, then gasp when I see the tent pop up.

"How did you do that?" I gasp dramatically, putting my hand on my chest. Harry's chest puffs in pride as he stares at his masterpiece. He doesn't answer me, instead he starts throwing our bags carelessly through the flap of the small blue tent.