fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

One

December, 2015

"Wake up, you dolt! We have some blogging and stalking to do! Harry freaking Styles is in London and I need to find out where he is!" Louis yells jumping on his roommates bed. There was a groan beneath him and then a nest of long brown hair popped out from under the blankets.

"Louis fucking Tomlinson, if you don't get off my bed right now I swear to god I will burn your Harry cardboard cut out." Eleanor hissed before smacking him with one of her pillows. He fell on his side next to Eleanor and huffed loudly.

"Fine. But when I marry Harry Styles I won't let you come to my wedding." Louis whispers and Eleanor peeks over the blankets, her eyes slitted.

"I'll be up in a couple minutes." She finally says. Louis claps his hands and jumps off the bed.

"I'll make you some tea!" He calls as he scurries out of the room. He grabs his laptop on his way to the kitchen. He heats up some water in a kettle and sits at their little wooden table they bought from an antique shop a couple years ago when they moved in.

Louis waited as his laptop started up before googling 'harry styles' just in case something happened overnight. As he waited for his shitty internet to load the page he turned around and set himself on making him and Eleanor some tea.

When his cup was ready he set El's on the counter before heading back to his laptop.

That's when he spit out some of his tea and dropped his favorite mug on the floor.

He blinked once, twice, three times, trying to see if he was reading the headline right.

But there it was written in bold black letters,

Harry Styles and Taylor Swift caught getting a bit cozy at a club in London.

"Oh my God. Oh my God! No! El! Help! Oh my god. Why?!" Louis was screaming at the top of his lungs hysteria slowly rising.

He heard a thud of footsteps before he turned and saw Eleanor with a towel wrapped around her, her hair dripping wet.

"What? Are you okay? What happened?" She asked worriedly.

"I didn't know you were in the shower." He says instead of answering her question. She let out a breath.

"I was. Now what's wrong? Are you hurt?" She asks.

Louis nods.

"My heart hurts! Harry...went out with Taylor Swift last night." He says running over to Eleanor and hugging her.

"Why are you always so fucking dramatic?" She asks.

"Drama is in my soul, El. But right now is not the time for that. Right now we have to find a way to spilt Taylor and Harry up." He says and Eleanor rolls her eyes.

"Yeah...no. I'm gonna go take a shower now. Come sit down and watch some Sponge Bob while I finish." She says turning on their small TV in the middle of the living room and turned it to Nickelodeon.

Eleanor hurries out of the room and Louis hears the shower start. Louis mumbles something about how he's not a kid before he grabs his laptop and walks to the living room. He leaves the mess for Eleanor to clean and hopes her tea is cold by now.

He breathed heavily before clicking on the title for the article. Louis almost threw his laptop across the room when he saw the top two pictures of Harry and Taylor at the bar. It seemed innocent enough until you noticed Harry was sitting down and Taylor was sitting on his lap, her hand resting on his chest.

"Fuck me." He moans before shutting off the laptop. He didn't want to see anymore. A few minutes passed and Louis was actually paying attention to the episode of Sponge Bob. He was watching Sponge Bob try to explain to Squidward that rocks were used as transportation when Eleanor came back into the room.

She was wearing blue shorts and a black crop top with a black blazer.

"I will never understand how you have enough money to buy all the clothes you have and don't have enough to pay rent." Louis says when she walks in. Eleanor scoffs before heading to the kitchen.

"So am I supposed to clean this for you?" She asks gesturing to the mess of spilled tea.

"You'll clean it if you love me." He replies and Eleanor shakes her head before grabbing a some napkins and cleaning the mess.

She goes on about how Louis is so dependent on her and without her he'd be living in a trashcan.

"Now you're just being rude, babe." Louis says and El shakes her head before throwing the napkins away.

"So, what happened with the whole Harry and Taylor thing?" She asks as she holds up her cold cup of tea. She grimaces before throwing it out and heating herself her own.

"I don't know. And I don't wanna know. It's most likely fake ya know. He is gay. Or at the very least bisexual. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't go for Taylor. She's too...I don't know, mature for him." Eleanor looks at him with her eyebrows raised.

"You're too skeptical. What if he's not gay at all? What if he's actually...straight?" She asks and Louis shakes his head.

"If I know one thing for sure, that boy is not fucking straight."

"Okay whatever you say. Anyway, let's come back to reality for a second. Christmas is in eight days and you still haven't gotten a tree." She says changing the subject dramatically.

"And tell me El, how the fuck am I supposed to carry a tree up four flights of stairs and fit it into this tiny flat?"

"Ask Niall to help." She says before pouring her hot cup of water and getting a tea bag.

"Do you really think he'd be up for it?" He asks.

"Of course. He's your best mate, other than moi." Louis nods.

"Have you gotten me a present yet?" He asks hopefully, "Ya know I get double the presents since my birthday is the day before Christmas."

"You're funny. And yeah I got your present. I might have to give it to you before Christmas or your birthday though." After that Eleanor leaves the room and Louis is left wondering what the present is.