Lou's Gold (Larry Stylinson) (COMPLETE)

Chapter 30: Have You Slept With Harry Yet?

╚Harry♡╝

"Good morning, sunshine!" I chirped into the phone, receiving an annoyed groan from the other line. After days of not seeing him, I was excited to hear Ashton's voice. From what he told me during text conversations, he was living with two of his friends in a flat of their own and they went to practice to one of the other's parent's house.

"You sodding chocolate driller!" He snapped on the other line, producing a cackle from my lips. "It's six in the bloody morning, what do you want?"

"Not here," I pointed out, spinning on my desk chair to look at Zayn. He was on his knees in front of my CD shelf, picking some out to look them over before putting them back. "I looked up convenient times to call you and I figured the best time to call would be around eleven at night, my time."

He paused, probably doing the math. "That would mean you we'd be talking at 8 in the morning my time."

"Yeah," I smiled, voice trailing off, "I called early today to bug you."

I heard him groan again before he responded. "Well, how are ya, ya cunt?"

Zayn stood from the CD shelf and walked to my radio, inserting the Arctic Monkey's self titled album in and hopping on the bed. He looked at the ceiling, listening to me on the phone. "Been busy. I see your few days in Sydney have already changed your speech. Love the slang."

"I've got a handful of tossers who've taught me well," He laughed. "You'd love them. I'm not gonna introduce them yet, though. They'd cut off my jewels if I woke them up at this time."

"That reminds me, we've got the band for the competition ready. I've got one of the blokes over now. I'm gonna put you on speaker, yeah?" I asked and he hummed in agreement. Zayn flipped on the bed, laying on his stomach and edging closer to me. I held the phone between us and went on, "Ashton, say hi to my friend Zayn, he's your replacement - our new and improved drummer."

I heard Ashton laugh, "Hi, mate. Have you slept with Harry yet?"

"I think that's enough speaker-" I frowned, pulling the phone back before Zayn grabbed my arm to stop me. He laughed in front of me, lines forming by his eyes and lips forming a perfect smile. I left his hand on mine while I stared at his bright smile, resisting the urge to take his face between my hands and bring his lips to mine.

"Not yet, I'm still working on it."

I could feel myself blushing as Ashton laughed on the other line. "He sounds great. How're the other guys?"

"Liam's really cool, he's the manager but he's still a part of the band. He's smart and reliable, we need someone like him in the band," Zayn began, looking to me to continue.

"Niall's hilarious, cute and he's our guitarist along with vocals. I'm starting to believe he's better than me," I laughed. "What about your bandmates?"

Ashton began to tell us about his mates when Zayn cut in. "What about Louis?"

I paused, hoping Ashton didn't catch the interruption. The silence that followed shattered my hope. I cleared my throat, opening my mouth to speak before he beat me to it. "Louis? Like the Louis from-"

"I think it's pretty late, don't you Zayn?" I spoke frantically, pulling the phone away from Zayn's range of hearing, painfully pulling my arm from his grasp. "We should get some sleep so Ash can get back to sleep, yeah?"

"Harry, what the fuck does he mean by L-"

"Bye, Ash!" I took the phone off speaker, hanging up not a second later.