Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 20

Needed to decide on a town where they all should live, and I chose Brighton (England) 'cause it's near where I live and I like to think they are near me...;) For all people who live outside the UK, Syco is a record label.

"You're what?" Louis' mum's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. "How can you?"

"Well, we have Niall and Zayn, so that's already half the rent... and their paying for water and electricity bills, etcetera." Louis told her.

"But... what about you, Harry? Do you have a job?" But Harry just looked at the floor nervously. "I take that as a no."

"Yeah, but mum-"

"Let Harry speak for himself, Louis."

Harry looked up and next to him, and pleaded to Louis with his eyes. He felt rather unprotected, as Louis didn't have his usual arm round him. He cleared his throat. "I'm getting a Saturday job during my apprenticeship. Then they will get me a job."

"Have you even applied for an apprenticeship, yet?" Louis' mum pestered. "Guys, I'm not meaning to sound harsh, I am on your side, but you need to be fully prepared."

Then, Harry pulled out a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket. He unfolded it and then passed it to Louis' mum, Louis frowning at it as it exchanged hands.

"Oh my- Harry, sorry love. I can't believe it, you're in Bloomers Art Academy." Louis' mum scanned the letter. "Wow. Louis, why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know!" Louis' eyes widened. He, too, was surprised. He wanted to punch his boyfriend, but at the same time kiss him.

"I heard it was good there." Harry said.

"Good? Only the most talented people go there, Harry. You'll have no trouble finding a job with this on your CV." There was a pause in which Louis and Harry looked hopefully at Louis' mum. "Okay then. Go for it."

Later that afternoon, Harry had cleared it with his mum, who trusted Louis. They had the evening to themselves, after Harry texted Zayn and Niall, saying they'll move in the next night. Harry helped Louis pack, and Harry said he'll do his own packing when he left Louis'.

Harry's phone vibrated in his pocket, interrupting the casual chit-chat he and his partner were having. They were both laying down on the sofa, heads on a pillow on the armchair, and in the spooning position (Louis behind Harry, knees bent, tucked into Harry's knees, which were also bent). Louis' arms were wrapped round Harry's front, his face buried in the mass of curls.

"It's Zayn." Harry commented. "He says he's cleared everything with the landlord and he's giving us a week to move in."

"That's good." Louis replied, kissing Harry's nape. Then he whispered softly into Harry's ear. "I can't wait to share a bed with you every night." A smile crept up on Harry's face. He turned round, facing his boyfriend.

"I wonder what things we'll get up to."

"We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?" He kissed Harry.

"But seriously, though, do you feel uncomfortable at all? Like this morning, when I um..."

"Shoved your hand down my-"

"Yeah, sorry." Harry shifted awkwardly.

"Can you stop making me out some be some frigid nerd. I'm not at all. But there is something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Uh-huh...?"

"Well, sometimes when you sleepover we get a bit carried away. I just... I don't want our first time to be-"

"Rushed. I agree. We should cool things down a bit, shouldn't we?"

Louis was surprised at how mature Harry was being. "Are you feeling alright?" He put a hand to Harry's forehead and playfully checked his temperature, but Harry's tapped his hand away.

"I'm being serious."

"I agree. Let's just stick to cuddles and kisses for now, eh? Like this. I'll cherish moments like this forever." Louis kissed Harry's cheek.

"I love you, Lou."

"Aw, Haz, I love you too."

Then Louis heard the post being put through the door and falling to the ground. He lifted up the covers and got out of the sofa, making Harry groan. "I won't be a second." Louis hissed. He came back in a few seconds later, and started to put them in a pile. Except from one; an advertisement.

"Ugh, you don't fall for that shit, do you?" Harry bent his head backwards to catch Louis' eye. Louis thought he looked adorable, and started to caress his cheek.

"No, baby, but it looks interesting." He sat down next to Harry, making him prop himself up on his elbow. "'Battle of the Bands, Brighton. Charity based organisation. Auditions start on the 21st, and runner's up win a holiday to Ibiza."

"Cool, what about the winner?" Harry stroked Louis' arm.

"Oh my- the winner get's a chance to perform in front of Syco, as well as a holiday to Ibiza."

"Shit, we should enter." Harry smiled, knowing Louis was thinking the same thing.

"Not sure babe... I mean, like, are we ready, yet? We've only had one gig..."

"...and more every Saturday..."

"...and we've only written one song. And we'd have to be committed. Remember, some of us have Uni..."

"Yeah, and I have my apprenticeship!" Harry added, slightly annoyed at Louis' sarcasm, and removed his hand from his lover's arm. "I'm not that dumb, you know."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry..." Louis rubbed Harry's leg through the duvet's thick material. "I didn't mean to offend you. Come here." Louis moved forward and captured Harry's lips in a kiss of apology. Harry slightly deepened the kiss, but then they heard the front door slam. Louis quickly got off of Harry, but it was too late.

Louis' mum was standing over the sofa, eyes wide.