Not A Chance {Larry Stylinson fanfic}

Chapter 5

Names And Origins: Louis's POV

"How are we supposed to do this?" Niall sighed as Zayn set up the camara to record us.

We had called Simon after reading the list, and he said 3 things.

1. Be honest.

2. Pretend the camera isn't there.

3. Think before you speak.

I couldn't put my finger on it, but I felt like Uncle Si had a whole master plan in his head, and we were the dummies falling for it.

We sat in a circle on the living room floor.

Harry by me. Zayn by Harry. Niall by Zayn. Liam by Niall, which puts Liam by me also.

"Okay. Names and origins it is." I mumble and move a little closer to Harry, who hopefully didn't notice.

"Well, I'm Liam." Liam states.

"Obviously! Simon means like nicknames and full names and hometowns." Zayn rolls his eyes.

"Bingo." Niall points at Zayn and burps.

"Well, I'm Liam James Payne. From Wolverhampton, England. My nickname is... Cheesy Head. My sisters gave it to me 'cause I liked cheese crackers a lot. I was born on August 29th, 1993. Umm thats all. "

"Cheesy Head." I snorted and leaned back.

"Zayn, your turn." Liam blushed and Zayn cleared his throat.

"I'm Zayn Javadd Malik. Born January 12th, 1993. Umm, my family is from Pakistan. My mum called me "Zayny" or like "Zaynster" growing up. I'm from Bradford, UK."

Harry jokingly wolf called and I clapped my hands.

"I'm Harry. Harry Edward Styles. I came into this world on February 1st, 1994. Yup. My nickname is "Hazza" and "Haz". I'm from Holmes Chapel, Cheshire babyyyy!" Harry laughed.

I started clapping.

Harry looked very cute-

Stop Louis, Stop!

"I'm Niall James Horan, and I was born September 13th, 1994. I'm from Mullingar, Ireland. My nickname is Nialler. I'm Irish beyatches!"

I started laughing and Niall stood to take a bow.

"The name's Louis....William Tomlinson. My nickname is BooBear. Or Tommo. Or Lou. I was born December 24, 1991. Yah, Christmas Eve. I'm from Doncaster, England of course."

I turn to look at Harry, who was grinning and looking at the floor.

"So that's it then lads?" Niall claps his hands together and stands up to turn the camara off.

"Sass master from Doncaster." Harry muttered under his breath.

"Hell to the yah!" I whooped.

"Who wants lunch?" Niall grinned and ran to grab his coat.

We voted and all decided to go to Nando's, to please Niall. He said that was his favorite restaurant, so he was excited.

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"Chiiiiiiikkkkkkeeeennnnn" Niall moaned while the waitress set his plate on the table.

I looked curiously to see what Harry had ordered.

Figures, the same thing as me.

I was sitting hip to hip with Harry. Literally, his hip bone was digging into mine.

It always seemed as though Harry HAD to have his body against mine constantly. Though, I didn't mind.

He was my best friend , after all.

Harry Edward Styles.

His name fit him so well.

Louis Tomlinson.

Ugh. I hate my name.

Louis and Harry. Harry and Louis.

What would our couple name be?

Houis? Horry? No......

Larry.

Larry Stylinson.

"Larry Stylinson." I said quietly to myself to hear how it sounded.

"What?" Liam voice was sharp.

"Nothing?"

Ugh. Stupid unsure tone.

"Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. Duh. Together we make Larry Stylinson. It's a couple name."

I whipped my head to glare at Harry. Harry's green eyes sparkled and he seemed serious. His arm reached over my shoulder and pulled me close, sending warmth though my body.

"Seems legit." Niall laughed with a mouth full of garlic chicken.

"Maybe that explains the way you look at each other, like you're in love." Zayn muttered.

Harry's arm snapped his hand of of my body and blushed. "I was just joking."

I felt cold and sick to my stomach.

I found myself running to the bathroom with tears streaming down my face.

"Louis?"

Before the voice could open the door, I aggressively wiped the tears off my face and faked a smile.

"Louis? You okay?" Liam appeared in the doorway with concern in his expression.

"Yup." I croak.

"Not really. Tell me now." Liam demanded.

I sunk further to the floor, not thinking of how dirty it was.

"I dunno. I just kind of-"

"What the fuck Louis?!" Harry's voice yelled before the door opened.

"Bad shrimp." Liam blurted when he saw the pain in my eyes.

Harry ran over to help me off the floor, not realising Nando's didn't even serve shrimp.