Locker Room (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 7

After Louis dries his hair a little and then pulls on a beanie, Harry and LouIs decide to leave.

"So, where are we going?" Louis asks excited as he buckles up his seatbelt.

Harry just smiles and says "It's a surprise. We need to make a stop at my house first."

Louis just nods and smiles. Harry watches as Louis sings along cutely to whatever is on the radio.

"Eyes on the road mister." Louis says and Harry blushes softly as he's caught watching Louis. Harry brings his attention back to the road.

"Ooh! I love this song!" Louis exclaims, turning up the radio. "Say Something" by A Great Big World comes on and Louis immediately sings along.

"What would you like such a sad song?" Harry asks as Louis sings.

"I really like lyrics. I love every type of music, rock, classical, jazz, pop, country, grunge. Just any song with good lyrics, if a song has good lyrics I usually fall in love with it. Slower songs tend to have more meaningful lyrics." Louis explains as he nods his head along.

"You really like music then?" Harry asks and it may seem like a stupid question, but he's trying to get Louis to admit that he writes his own songs.

"Yeah, I love it. I can play piano and guitar. Music to me, is the most important thing in the world" Louis says with a proud smile.

"Ever write it?" Harry asks, trying to sound casual.

Louis debates whether he should tell Harry the truth. Harry never has to see my songs, Louis decides. "Uh yeah. Sometimes, when I'm upset or just feeling any type of strong emotion I'll write a song. I don't know if they're any good though." Louis shrugs.

Harry is excited, maybe Louis will let him see his songs. "That's so cool Louis, maybe one day you can sing one for me." Harry suggests.

"Oh. Oh no, I write music, but I- I'm a terrible singer." Louis says shaking his head. Harry frowns at this, Louis is not terrible at anything.

"I'm sure you're great." Harry says and Louis just shrugs. "Can I at least read one? Like the lyrics?" Harry asks.

"I don't know Harry. Some of my songs are very personal...and like I said they could be terrible." Louis can't let Harry see his songs. Some are about him and that would be freaking embarrassing.

"Lou, I'm sure they're fantastic, please?" Harry asks softly.

"We'll see." Louis says as Harry slows to a stop in front of a two story house.

"Wait here Lou, I'll be right back, close your eyes." Harry instructs as he climbs out of the car. Louis opens his mouth to ask why, but Harry is already running inside.

Louis sighs and then puts his hands over his eyes. Louis hums quietly and he smiles when he hears the trunk open and close. "Okay, let's go." Harry says as he climbs into the car.

They drive for about 30 minutes and then they pull up to a park. Louis raises and eyebrow, but he doesn't say anything.

"Cmon Lou." Harry says as he climbs out of the car. Louis follows and he watches as Harry grabs a large picnic basket from the trunk of his car.

Louis walks over to Harry's side and Harry quickly intertwines their hands. "Where are we going Hazza?" Louis asks as Harry begins to swing their hands.

Harry smiles at the nickname and then he answers "Surprise." The pair walk past the playground of the park and are now standing at the edge of the forest.

"Did you bring me here to murder me?" Louis asks as he looks through the dense forests.

Harry laughs and rolls his eyes. "Yes Louis, I brought you here to murder you. You caught me. My favorite killing knives are in this picnic basket." Harry says sarcastically.