High For Styles (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

I tiptoe towards the bed and sit on the bump that is Harry. My future hushband looksh sho peaceful. What a cutie. Screw that witch for giving him a broken heart. Don't worry, Hazz. i'll never leave you. Promise. "WAKE UUUUUP!" I scream at his ear and I know I have awaken the demon.

"HAREEEEEEEH!" I shake him until he shows visible signs of willingness to stand up and get out of bed. "Get up now and I'll let Liam wake you up next time."

"What kind of bargain is that?" He pulls the blanket closer to his face. "I'd even prefer Voldemort over Liam."

"Harry Edward Styles, if you don't get up now, I will pee on you." 

"Whatever." 

"I will really pee on you."

"Funny Boo Bear." He smirks.

"I'm so serious it's not even funny." I prepare to unbutton my pants, and he puts his hands up in surrender.

"What time is it?"  He growls as he hides under the pillows. Oh what a lovely sight. Sleepy Hazz is one of my favourites.  "What day is it?" He turns his head to look at me.

"Oh Harry." I pretend to be dizzy. "Your breath stinks, mate. When was the last time you even got out of that bed? You've been in a funk for days now and I know it's because of that twat you've been seeing."

"You've got no right to call her names, Lou." He sits straight and squints at his own breath which is a mix of alcohol and stale nutella. "I broke it off with her. Not the other way around."

I go out of the room and close the door before I jump up and down in glee (on the inside) because hazz has finally seen the-witch-that-shall-not-be-named's true colors. And who gets to mend that broken heart? C'mon and guess.

"Louis?" Harry interupts my reverie.

"Coming." I say as I get the tray of food I had carefully arranged earlier this morning. A mix of his favourite hangover food. I really do know him best.

"Thank God I have you cause I'm starving." He eyes the tacos. "Just put it at the bed while you're at it." What? I'm no slave, Harry boy. You're pushing it. 

"Is that all I am to you? Someone who gets you food when you don't wanna get up?" I drop the tray on the bed before I stomp out of the room. Hmph. Nobody treats Tommo like that. Even if it is the cute curly haired Hazz.

"Lou, did Harry get up?" Zayn asks between bites of his taco.

"What do you expect?" I mutter. "It's Harry we're talking about."

"He's probably still moping about that Andrea girl."  Niall adds as he wolfs down his second taco.

"Slow down, mate." Liam taps Niall at the back. "There's no hurry, interview's at ten. We've got two hours to kill."

"By the way, I thought you ordered me the spicy one? This isn't spicy at all." Shoot.

"I got it mixed up, that's supposed to be Harry's." I dash up the stairs.

I get to the door but it's locked. Haha too bad I have a set of keys. Mental note to self... always have a set of keys to Harry's room.

I open the door and find Harry still sprawled over the bed, the tray of food untouched.

"That's it. I've had enough of this. Don't tell me I didn't warn you." I unbutton my pants and pee on Harry Styles.