High For Styles (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

It was a weird but rather amusing dream. I'm not even ashamed of it. I've had crazier dreams, ya know. Winky wink. I admit, I can be silly at times, but that's all part of the Louis T. package. Take it or leave it, man.

But let's be realistic, I will never have the balls to pee on Harry effing Styles. First off, he'd kill me for doing so and I really treasure my life. Second, the Freeporters would kill me for disrespecting Harry. Plus, I'd probably kill myself too for getting dirty urine on Harry's perfect being. Sorry for the visual. So basically, that would all result in murder or suicide.

Thank heavens it was just a dream.

"The little demon's awake haigh!" Niall laughs in between bites of a reuben. Zayn just gives me the approving smirk as he throws the TACO BELLE paper bag into the trash can oh my mother of asdfghjkl! It wasn't just a dream. Shoot. I'm dead. Kill me now before Harry sees me. 

"He's really annoyed, Lou." 

"Way to go, Liam! I wouldn't have known without you."

"Way to go, Louis! Upset Harry just before the biggest interview of the century." Liam mocks me. He's gotten much better at it actually.

"Burn!" Zayn chimes in. Niall was still too busy with his sandwich to bother.

"It was an impulsive decision, lads. You know I'd never intentionally hurt Harry's pride just to get the satisfaction of it." They both attend to other things.

Gosh they really thought I had it all planned. Liam gets the newspaper from the table while Zayn checks his phone. Niall remained occupied by his reuben. Man, at this rate, Niall will be marrying a refrigerator. No offense to Niall. Or to refrigerators.

I get up from the couch and grab a glass from the shelves. I fill it up with milk and gulp it all down. Sigh. I love milk. It is definitely going on my top ten favourite dairy products. I hear Harry's footsteps, and run behind the couch. Don't look this way. Please don't look this way. Harry Edward Styles, I command you not to look this way. Give me time to come up with a slightly acceptable excuse, you psycho. He gets a glass and fills it up with milk. He then heads up the stairs.

One point for Camp Tommo! I head to the kitchen and drink some more milk. Have I mentioned my obsession with milk? I then proceed to Daddy.

"Liam," I give him the puppy eyes.

"Louis," He looks back at the newspaper. He's gonna make me say it.

"Tell me you've got a plan."

"Now, now. You have to ask for it," He's seriously gonna make me say it.

"I need your help," I blurt out.

"What do you have in mind?" He drops the paper. Well, that was easy.

"I need you to talk to Harry for me." I smile. "We all know you're the only one who can kick some sense into him."

"I'm not gonna be the messenger this time." He looked horrified, as though being our messenger had been that traumatising. I did bite him once. Don't look at me like that. I said sorry.

"Fine, I'll just ask Zayn."

"Zayn's busy." Zayn looks up from his phone. He clearly doesn't care. He's too busy texting Lexi. It's cool, I totally ship them. I've got my Hazza anyway. Not at the moment, but ya know what I mean.

"Niall?" I look at the leprechaun.

"Ye know, I really don't like getting in between you guys," 

"I'll buy you doughnuts." Niall drinks some milk before he heads up to Harry. Oh Nialler, what you'll do for food. You'll probably quit Freeport for a lifetime supply of nachos.

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"How did it go?" I shake Nialler as he jumps from one step to the next. He's got massive energy, this irish leprechaun.

"He forgives ye," He smiles.

"Are you sure, Nialler?" I squint.

"Yep! I'm such a good mediator." He laughs. No way Harry dropped it that easily. Something's fishy. "I expect you to keep your end of the bargain," He points at me. What bargain? Oh yeah, doughnuts. I doubt he'll remember anyway. Niall's got a short attention span. I'll just give him some of Harry's brownies later.

"What were his exact words?" Liam asks.

"It's cool, man." Niall mimicks Harry's raspy voice.

"It's all good, then." Zayn taps my shoulders.

"He's cooled down, really." Niall assures me.

"Go and talk to him, Lou." Liam pushes me up the stairs, and I end up bumping into Harry. I'm screwed.

"We have to talk," He pulls me by my wrist and brings me to his room. What the hell does he want to talk about? Oh, right. As he closes the door, I see a devious smile escape from the corner of his mouth.

Now, I'm screwed.

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NOTE:

Yes, I intentionally made it TACO BELLE (lol just me tryin' to be funny)

and Freeporters = Directioners cause Freeport = One Direction

Let me know what you think!

-Sammy