c'mon let me ride [larry stylinson] ✔️

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"Louis, can you set up the pumpkins in the front lawn for me? I'm absolutely tired." questioned Louis' mother, Jay Tomlinson, pretending to be exhausted from whatever she had done moments before. Every straightened strand of her sleek brown hair fell to the center of her back as she took a seat in the dining room chair, her blue eyes twinkling with mock lethargy. "And you know how your father gets when we don't decorate beforehand."

Some have said that the two looked alike because of their bright features and tan skin, which appeared golden underneath the blazing sun whenever they were outside, but now her skin was becoming more pale as the dark skies came to prepare for fall. Louis thought that he resembled more of his father, strong cheekbones and a defined structure that made it easier for Louis to look into the mirror, but in the end, they were all still so different.

"Yes, mother. Where are the pumpkins?" asked Louis, watching as his mum closed her eyes and fanned at her face with her manicured hand, flashes of pink appearing in the air due to the movement. She then stopped and pointed towards the closed window across the room, referring to what was outside.

"They're in the garage, darling. Be careful, your father dropped some bolts in there earlier and the maid hasn't cleaned it up yet." warned his mother as Louis started to walk out of the room, grabbing his oversized sweater from the coat rack to cover his tank top.

It was somewhat cold outside now, and Louis doesn't think that he is going to make it out of this month alive without dying from hypothermia.

Sure, he loved the things you could do in the cold like wear sweaters all of the time, drink hot chocolate, and cuddle under the covers with stuffed animals he claimed as his boyfriend.

Overall, he disliked the fall because his parents had the most parties at this time, which meant inviting a bunch of girls over so that they could find Louis a female companion. Some of them over the age of thirty even tried to flirt with him, but it was like his parents didn't mind if they were cougars, as long as it was a woman.

The minute he stepped foot outside, a gust of wind slapped against his face and it sent shivers down Louis' spine. It took all of his willpower not to just turn around and have the maids do the pumpkins themselves, but he didn't like making them do anything, so he continued to walk outside. Louis glanced towards the Styles' house, and inwardly squealed when he saw Harry walk out of his front door with blow up ghosts and signs.

Like a fox, Louis hurriedly ran towards the garage and clicked the button at the side to open it up, hoping that Harry had not seem him yet. He needed to fix his hair before he went out there to work, knowing that Harry was often sent outside to put up their own decorations each fall just like him. Was it possible to align pumpkins in a sexy way? If not, Louis was about to make this happen today.

The pumpkins were sitting in a large red wagon in the corner of the garage, and Louis was careful not to scrape his dad's shiny new car as he pulled it out through the doors, feeling himself break a sweat. Why the hell are pumpkins so heavy?

He used all the strength he had left to park the wagon on the blacktop of the driveway, which was directly in front of the front lawn. Harry glanced up at him while he was pumping air into the blow up ghost, his hands pushing the handle up and down, his muscles flexing every single time.

"Hi, Louis," greeted Harry politely, lifting up his hand to wave. Louis' heart began to beat faster than before as he lifted his hand and waved back, his fingers trembling the entire time, and he was thankful that Harry couldn't see from all the way over here. He wanted to speak, but the words were trapped inside of his throat, so he just picked up a pumpkin and placed it at the front of the lawn. What he didn't expect was for Harry to continue speaking. "Are you excited for Halloween?"