Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 15

Louis was euphoric the next day as he knocked for Harry. He was on top of his homework, he'd formed a new band with his new friends and his boyfriend and now he and Harry were going to go clothes shopping.

Harry answered the door with a massive smile on his face. "Here's Louis, fashion guru of the century!" He chuckled.

"Shhh!" Louis hit him on the arm as they descended the stone steps. He was dressed in a hand-knitted grey sweater and a normal pair of jeans. "I never used to have time for this sort of stuff." He found himself holding Harry's hand, and it only occurred to them that they were doing so a few minutes later, and let go simultaneously.

"Oh, Louis! What if our mum's see us? I think it's time."

"Time for what?"

"Time... time to tell our families." Harry came out with.

"What? No! No way, we've only been together a week."

"And? What if they see us making out? What if your mum caught us in bed together?" Harry demanded.

"Well, she didn't, so I guess we'll have to be more careful." Louis faced the truth; Harry was, for once, right. "I suppose you're right. But is your mum homophobic?"

"Well, I am her only son... but then again my uncle is gay."

"I'm the only son, too..."

"But I want to be free. I don't want to hide you any longer; I want to show the world my amazing relationship." Harry pulled Louis behind the nearest tall bush and briefly hugged him. "That's if you want the same."

Louis considered this for a moment. "Of course I want you. I want you more than anything else. But do you honestly think that our mum's are gonna let us sleep round each other's houses if we tell them we're going out? I mean, we're both over sixteen so we're legal..."

"...for sex." Harry put bluntly.

"Yeah." Louis blushed.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't want our first time to be in round your's or mine..."

"Oh, come off it, Haz. Where else is it gonna be? And our mum's don't know that anyway." said Louis.

"So, what you're saying is, we WILL have sex."

Then Louis realised he had been trapped. "Well, we already halfway there." He played along with Harry's game and squeezed his bum. "Let's do it right here right now."

"Okay!" Harry turned round, but nothing happened, so he turned back round and Louis was already halfway up the street. "Wait! Wait for meeeee!"

"So what sort of clothes do you like? Other than the ones you're wearing now?" Harry asked, when they reached the shopping centre. It had a Primark, H&M, Hollister, River Island and even a Lego shop.

"Lego." Louis came out with suddenly.

"Okay." Harry chuckled. "Should I repeat the question?"

"No, it's fine. I like... I dunno. Kinda the stuff I was wearing when we met at the party." Louis shrugged.

"Chinos, shirt and suspenders?" Harry said all in one breath.

"Okay, that's weird. How... you'll be telling me what socks I was wearing next."

"Ha ha, very funny. Well, do you have a lot of money?" Harry asked.

"I go to Uni. I doubt I'll ever have a lot of money."

"No! Ugh, you frustrate me sometimes. I mean on you, or enough to buy at least a couple of outfits..."

"Oh yeah, yes I do. I worked cleaning up my gran's hairdresser's from when I was 9. I stopped when I was 17, four years ago, 'cause she got made redundant. But I started saving when I was 12 'cause I knew I wanted to do Drama at Uni, so I've got around a grand."

Harry's jaw dropped lower than his knees. "A GRAND? FROM SWEEPING UP HAIR?"

"I got ten pounds a week, ten times 52 is £520 a year. I most of spent a load of it... oh and plus I've got about another five-hundred from my inheritance from my nan."

"Wow... you know, I struggle to keep a tenner in this." He flashed Louis a debit card.

"Aw, that's cute." Louis told him half-heartedly. "So I guess I'll be buying lunch, then." They both giggled.

"Let's go to H&M and get you some chinos, then..."

"Not the same ones, Liam let me keep the outfit he lent me."

"I mean different coloured ones."

"Different colour CHINOS?" Louis was amazed.

"Wow, you really are an alien."

After an afternoon of Harry persuading not to get a bright yellow pair of chinos, a lot of clothes, shoe and hair gel shopping and a nice lunch, they made their way to Louis' to drop their stuff off, and Harry waited for Louis to get changed. Then they made their way to Zayn and Niall's flat, after saying they were going to be late.

"At last!" Niall opened the door, and stood to the side to allow them in.

"Hold my hand." Harry whispered in Louis' ear. "We're inside."

And so they entered the lounge hand-in-hand, where they were greeted by Zayn and Liam. Zayn was holding up a picture, and gave it to Harry, who in turn showed it to Louis.

"Awh, that's cute."

"There's two." Zayn told them, so Louis carefully removed the one behind.

"Thanks, Zayn." Louis and Harry sat down on the couch, next to Liam. Zayn was in an armchair, and Niall came in and sat on the rug. Louis couldn't help but notice that the flat wasn't that decorated, and very pokey. But then again, they wouldn't of been able to afford any other flat, because of Uni.

"So, I brang-"

"-brought-" Louis interrupted Liam.

"-brought some lyrics that me and Louis wrote. We've nearly finished the song and Louis' written the chords for you, Niall."

"Really? You actually wrote the chords? I can't do that, and I play the guitar." Niall looked surprised, and Louis blushed.

"I've always enjoyed doing that. Okay, Niall, you start it off on the guitar-" Louis handed out the lyrics, "-and me and Liam will start it off. When you guys get the tune, join in."

"Okay." Zayn nodded.

"3, 2, 1, go." Louis nodded his head at Niall, and he started plucking his guitar strings. It sounded like the tune of 'Summer Nights' from Grease. Louis and Liam then started to sing.

"You're insecure, don't know what for. You're turning heads when you walk through the door-or-or." Liam and Louis smiled, and then Zayn joined in.

"Don't need make-up, to cover up, being the way, that you are, is enou-ou-ough." Harry started at his boyfriend, who was delivering the words beautifully. He wanted to show him that he could sing, that he was good with music too.

"Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you-ou." Harry's words overpowered everyone else's, and everyone was so amazed that Niall stopped playing.

"Was that you?" Niall shot another shocked look, this time at Harry.

"You sound amazing." Louis commented. Liam and Zayn were lost for words. "Well, now we know who's our lead singer." Louis patted his boyfriend on the back. "Okay, let's start again from Harry's bit. 3, 2, 1, go."

Harry started singing without the others. "Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you-ou."

Then the others joined in for the chorus. "Baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, but when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know-ow-ow, you don't know you're beautiful..."

It carried on all afternoon and evening. They all jotted down their solos, except for Niall and Louis, who didn't have any.

"Yeah, but Niall, you're more talented in an instrumental way, and Louis you're more talented in a songwriting way." Harry had said, and they all agreed.