photography has its' benefits ➵ larry stylinson

we're in love - 0.8

Song of the Chapter

Tongue Tied by Grouplove

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Harry Styles

"I can't believe we're in Monte Carlo!" Harry exclaimed, spinning around on the sidewalk.

"I can," Liam mumbled.

"Excuse me, what was that grumpy pants?" Louis butted in, glaring at Liam.

"What did I do?" Liam asked, taken aback.

"No one sasses Harry," he paused, "except me."

"Alright, Your Majesty," Liam rolled his eyes.

"You know Liam, just because Niall wouldn't give you a blowjo-"

"Alright, okay! I'm happy, see!" Liam exclaimed, plastering a grin like the joker on his face.

"Thanks payno," Louis smiled.

"So, what to do, what to do," Harry sing-songed.

"Where's Niall anyway?" Louis asked, ignoring his question.

"He's in the room. I guess Harry's theory about having too much foreign food at once was right," Liam said, almost in a monotone voice.

"So what do you want to do Hazza?" Louis chirped, snuggling into Harry's side.

He rolled his eyes, "I literally just asked that question a minute ago."

"Sorry, excuse me. Did everyone hop on the grumpy train when we landed?" Louis mumbled.

Both Harry and Liam snapped their heads towards Louis, glaring at him for what he said.

"What?"

"Lou, it's not us," Harry started.

"It's you," Liam finished.

Louis pushed his hand against his chest and stopped in his tracks.

"Are you guys breaking up with me?" Louis joked.

Harry and Liam shared a look. Sort of like "what even is louis tomlinson" but maybe more like "are you fucking kidding me?"

"How about we just keep walk around?" Harry suggested.

"Nice one, Harold," Louis squeezed Harry's hand.

"As much as I love walking around, me and Louis have to deal with the press and media. I'd ask you to come but I'm sure you wouldn't-"

"Sure, that sounds cool. Better than staying inside a vomit smelling hotel, right?" Harry grinned.

Louis threw his head back, laughing. Meanwhile, Liam just sighed.

"Alright. But, first we need to do something about your outfits," Liam stalled.

"What's wrong with Adidas?" Louis asked, pouting.

"I mean, I'm no Louis Tomlinson, but I'm pretty sure my outfit is at least a little decent," Harry gestured towards his own outfit.

"Awe baby," Louis hummed, kissing Harry's cheek.

Liam rolled his eyes, "whatever. Let's just go."

Louis and Harry shared a look this time.

"What's his problem?" Louis mouthed.

Harry shrugged and they both continued to follow Liam's fast pace.

"You know, it's inevitable to walk down the street without getting asked for a picture. So, brace yourself," Louis said to Harry.