Living The Reality - Larry Stylinson (A.U)

Chapter Three

"So I said, sorry but I don't talk to incompetent imbeciles, and then I walked off." Sam finishes off and Evan and I both start laughing. To fill in what exactly has happened, we all reached the house and chose our rooms. Sadly I wasn't able to be with Evan and Sam as they were together, so I was left with Louis, who still hasn't made the effort to try and talk to me. I continue my chat with the two of them until they end up kicking me out because they have to do some 'daily ritual' or something. I wouldn't have been upset about this if it wasn't for the fact that the man has hardly spoken one word to me.

On arrival to my room, I find Louis lounged on the bigger bed, obviously had it claimed as his own, despite the fact I'm pretty much double his height. Mind my exaggeration.

Louis looked up from his phone, before letting his attention gaze back down.

"Can I talk to you yet?" I say in annoyance, throwing myself onto my own bed and lying down. Louis shoots me a weird look but doesn't respond. "You know, I hate to use profound language but you're being a bit of a dick."

"Oh." He says, a smirk playing on his lips. He stands up and walks towards me, raising an eyebrow to which I find half intimidating and half hot.

Don't tell anyone I said that.

"And why am I being such a dick may I ask?" He says with his hands rested on his hips, making me roll my eyes.

"Pft, don't act like you can't tell." I reply and his smirk grows wider.

"Enlighten me." He challenges while I sigh out of irritation.

"First you don't talk to me at all during the flight, you swear at me and then when I try and talk to you, you always tell me to fuck off or something. Yes, you are acting like a dick." I say in nearly one breath and look up, expecting Louis to look confused.

However, much to my dismay, his smirk is still playing on his lips.

"I mean, you are what you eat." Louis says and my mouth drops, not only because of his comment but also because I didn't know he was into guys, since all I ever saw of his love life was him on the news with some girl. "Close your mouth darl, you'll catch flies."

"You're gay?" I ask in astonishment. "But I saw you with so many girls?"

He chuckles. "There's such thing as bisexual." He explains and I roll my eyes, trying to hide the fact that I just embarrassed myself. "Why so surprised? You think I'm hot or something."

"In your dreams." I say, trying to disguise the blush creeping onto my face by playing it somewhat cool. Can this guy see right through me or something?

"You're use of tone doesn't sound so convincing." He says, his eyes looking menacing and out to embarrass me.

I try my hardest not to give anything away while saying, "Nope, I'm positive that what I said was right."

"Mhm." Louis hums, holding back a laugh. Suddenly I feel his hand on my lower thigh. "So this doesn't bother you?"

I bite my lip. "N-no." What is he even trying to do? I can't push him off, that'd be like giving up before I was even in the game. I feel his hand go further up to my mid-thigh and I try even harder not to say anything I'll regret.

"You sure." He says, hand slowly rising. I shake my head because I know I can't trust my voice right now. He lets out a cheeky grin knowingly. My cheeks are probably on their way to bright red.

Is it hot in here or is it just me?

"Harry, we all know what you're thinking." He says cheekily, with his hand dangerously high. I gulp and deny, deny and deny. "Come on, you just got to admit it and it'll all be over."

But what if I don't want it to be over?

Ok, I think my brain has officially gone hay-wire. I would never think of such a thought. I did not just think that. Nope. And of course, cue the tightening of my jeans.

Luckily to put me out of my misery, the door flew open before Louis could tease me about, well, what was nearly about to happen down there. Evan stood in the doorway looking a mix between scarred and excited.

"Damn it. I knew I should have brought the camera." He said with a chuckle, obviously just assuming what was going on. "You guys are going at it already?" He teases and Louis and I both groan in annoyance.

"Evan get the fuck out." Louis says while face-palming and finally getting off my bed. Evan laughs and walks into the room.

"Come on guys, I'd film really well. HD quality and all." He says and both Louis and I throw a pillow at him to which he blocks with his head. "Oi."

"We did nothing of the sort Evan. You just decided to walk in at a weird time." I say, trying to break the very thick ice.

"I'm pretty sure I walked in on a tamer time." He says, once again teasing us and chuckling to make it sting even worse. "And you say Sam and I are obsessed with making everything dirty."

"For god sake Evan, leave us the fuck alone." Louis says, but failing to sustain the laugh within him and eventually making me laugh along.

I have to say, his laugh is rather contagious.

Eventually Evan decides to leave when he is called by one of his managers, leaving Louis and I once again. However, this time, Louis sends me a knowing smile and then returns to his own bed to play on his phone, pretty much once again not talking to me at all.

I decide to take the spare time, before the cameras start rolling, to unpack my belongings. I'd rather not have them watch me sort out my underwear.

It doesn't take long, but after arranging some decorative and personal belongings on my half of the room, it looks rather like home, just a lot more staged and with another person beside me.

The longest and most boring bit is probably the fact that I had to sort out all my clothes into the wardrobe, excluding the fact that Louis would yell at me every 10 minutes to keep the noise down. Eventually I was done with unpacking and I look over at my side. Then at Louis'.

I can't help but notice how bland his is. One football poster with his team. Minimal clothes on his side of the wardrobe and a small book and pot plant on his desk. Maybe he hasn't finished unpacking?

"Hey Louis? Do you need help unpacking?" I decide to subtly ask and he shakes his head.

"This is all I got." He replies, then puts his head back into his phone and I sigh.

"Louis, can I please have 10 minutes of your time just to talk?" I ask and he looks up from his phone to me and rolls his eyes.

"Fine. But only 10 minutes." He states and I decide to take what I can get. "What?" He asks when I realise I have nothing to ask.

"Uh... how's... how's the family?" I ask awkwardly, not thinking this through enough.

"Half are dead, so I'd have to say pretty shit." He says and I try to comprehend what he just said.

"What?" I ask, not realising that I was hitting on a touchy subject.

"Do I really have to repeat it? My dad died in a car crash and my mum from cancer. Happy?" He says and I can see the hurt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, this was a bad idea." I say apologetically. I can't believe I just had to go there of all places.

"Yeah it was. Thanks for the reminder by the way." He says, walking away and back to his desk to sit on and probably write something in the notebook of his.

I can't help but feel really guilty for bringing up the subject and I can't forget the hurt in his eyes when I did bring it up.

I decide that I've had enough drama for today, even with the show not even started, and I make my way through the hallway, hoping I'll bump into someone or someplace to cool down.

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WELL THIS CHAPTER WAS DODGE AF XDDD