Double Act (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Five: A Visit from Curly

Double Act - Chapter 35

~~ Louis' P.O.V ~~

"LOUIS!" an excited yell sounded, accompanied by a high-pitched chuckle of glee. I frowned and turned from my laptop, my eyes widening as I was engulfed by a pair of arms.

I wiggled out of the tight embrace and smiled at the boy in front of me. "What are you doing here, you curly dickhead?" I asked, shutting my laptop and standing from my seat. "Do you not know the meaning of 'break', you stupid idiot?" I asked, honestly surprised of his appearance at my temporary apartment in London.

He wiggled his eyebrows at me. "You know me, always misunderstanding words that come out of Paul's mouth," he grinned, brushing his hair to the side.

I shook my head, not being able to cover my happiness to see him. I embraced him in a bear hug, although his hair tickled my nose and I had to pull away sooner than I had previously planned to.

"You look fricking awful, you bastard,"

"Get a hair cut, curly,"

His fake serious expression melted and was replaced by his signature grin. "How I have missed you, my friend,"

I chuckled and slung an arm over his shoulder. "Do I have stories to tell you!"

"Do you?"

"Yes, Harry," I sighed.

He nodded. "I am all ears,"

I was about to talk when he added, "Actually I'm not all ears because that would be weird and I wouldn't be able to breath and stuff and what I really mean is that I will listen and-- mmffg!" He let out a muffled cry as my hand clapped across his mouth.

"Harry, you know we talked about those times that you over-explain things?"

"Mhhm,"

"That was one of those times, mate,"

He blinked, and I could feel him grin underneath my hand. I groaned, and tore my hand away as I felt him lick my hand.

"Dude, how old are you?!" I moaned, wiping my hand on his arm. "I don't think I wanna tell you my stories of wisdom any longer!" I declared, folding my arms across my chest and sticking my nose in the air. Harry's eyebrows slowly made their way up his forehead.

I scowled at him. "What?"

"We both know you have been surrounded with old men and girls too long to not tell me everything you've been bottling up over the past couple of weeks," he said knowingly.

I shrugged after a moment. "Yeah, I know," I sighed.

"Spill the beans, Tommo,"

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, fine," I relented, falling back on to the sofa and resting my head back. There was a jolt, and I realised that Harry had flopped down beside me. I opened my eyes at the sound of his stomach rumbling, and he smiled sheepishly. I chuckled.

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Harry pouted. "Loooouuuuiiiiiiissss," he whined. "Why don't you have any damn food?"

I scowled, straightening up and slamming the cupboard door. "You ate all my food last time you were here, you douche bag!"

He bit his lip, and his gaze dropped. "Oh, right. Sorry about that, man,"

I rolled my eyes. "It's fine. We can just go to, like, Starbucks or something," I shrugged, entering the lounge and taking my jacket off of the sofa. Harry followed suit, obviously very hungry.