It Happened like a Firefly's Light (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

"What inspires you?"

"Spiderman."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he looked up from his place on the floor, only to see Louis' face pressed into the couch cushion where he was laying. "Seriously Lou."

"I am being serious," Louis mumbled into the couch.

Harry groaned as he threw himself backwards, his head hitting the soft carpet under him.

It's been a week since they last recorded anything and that was when Liam and Zayn were over. They didn't even have an idea of what to write about and that was really the stem of their problems. Not only were they tired and grumpy but Harry's flat was a mess.

There were papers laying everywhere, take out containers all over the table, counters and coffee table, and Harry was sure there were at least three pens somewhere stuck in his hair.

Granted on some days for the past week they weren't necessarily work oriented and they only had themselves to blame. Well themselves and the water and nerf guns Louis brought over on Wednesday.

But every time Harry tried to get inspired, tried to think of something he would want to write about Louis would always grab his attention, no matter what.

They could be walking in the park, talking about nonsense, and Harry would want to go out and maybe see something, or someone, but his focus always oriented back to Louis.

He would listen to the older lad talk about his studies at Oxford, how everyone there thought they were better than the person next to them. How he laid below the radar and spent all of his time in music rooms, picking up any instrument he could get his hands on.

He talked about how he met Liam when they were just little kids and became friends at music camp. And that when they were accepted into the same university the pair celebrated by going out and getting drunk until they couldn't tell a person from a pole.

Louis explained how he met Zayn at Oxford as well. He and Liam were going to pull a prank and put coffee beans in the bass drum of one of the drumsets so whenever someone hit it it would rattle. But when they walked into the music room they saw someone they've never met before playing the instrument. He wasn't even a music student, instead he was studying English but he played better than anyone Louis or Liam had ever heard before.

And of course the older lad talked his ear off about other things as well, like how he got into music at the young age of 4, and why he did't want to play for the Philharmonic and instead become a songwriter, and that was how Harry learned that Louis never shuts up. He talks and talks and talks until he's out of breath, but then will continue talking once he's regained himself. And the funny thing was that Harry didn't mind, not in the slightest.

He loved listening to Louis' stories, loved hearing all of the pranks he, Liam and Zayn pulled on the other music kids, or just fun nights out with his mates.

Harry talked about himself as well though, only if Louis asked him a question. He would much rather listen to everything the older lad had to say. But he told Louis about his family, how when he was 8 his parents passed away in a car crash and it was really just him and Gemma growing up. They had their grandmother but at one point it wasn't her taking care of them but them taking care of her.

He told the older lad how he played guitar and sang on street corners for money and that and some other small gigs he did was enough to scrape by until one day Niall got someone to look at him and that's how he ended up with the record company he signed with. He talked about the irish lad, how when they were younger Niall was always the life of the party, able to walk into a room and perk everyone up, but lately it's been nothing but business and work for him.