Larry Stylinson One Shot Collection.

And The Lies I Weave Are Oh So Intricate.

Author: Doldrums on A03

This has to be one of my all time fav One Shots. :)

“Where is Harry? Jesus, we need Harry for the photo shoot. Did you finish his hair? Did you add the light make-up, the bronzer? Oh my God, guys. We need to get our shit together. Find Harry. Start snapping the pictures. I want good ones- all angles.” Louis Tomlinson sides into his hands, flipping through the first picture’s that had been taken earlier today. Black and white themed, it was, with a dash of vintage culture and soft grunge. That was what Louis was going for.

Louis; sometimes known as Mr. Tomlinson, was a fashion designer who took the part on photo shoots and creating the outfits to go in them. He was well known in the fashion business, and he profited more than enough to live off of every year. Louis sported a pair of black, rectangle glasses, adding to his sophisticated look. Louis was twenty-six years old. Single, lived alone, didn’t have many friends but his fashion partner Zayn Malik, but Louis wasn’t sure if that was friendships or simple partnership in co-workers. He also sometimes talked to a worker in his studio (where Louis created outfits) called Liam Payne. Sometimes he talked to the smoothie-maker on the bottom floor, Niall Horan. Louis didn’t know if he was just or smoothie-maker or if he had other jobs. But the four of them all sat together at lunch, exchanging decent enough conversation.

At the moment, Louis is very stressed. His young model called Harry Styles had ran off again; Louis had no idea where the boy kept going but he disappeared nearly every other second. Louis wouldn’t have hired him if Zayn wouldn’t have insisted “he’s perfect for the vintage look. Just look at the boy!” Zayn had pointed to a picture of Harry, a curly lad with a sharp jawline, muscular legs and arms, and a very much perfect face. Harry was twenty-two. Still a boy in Louis’s eyes. Louis couldn’t believe he’s gotten himself into this mess, a young one who’d only modeled once before. And now, he’s run off again.

Zayn slid next to Louis in a fold-out chair, “has the kid run off again?” Zayn’s twenty-five and very much mature. The only difference between Louis and Zayn was the Zayn was married to his wife Perrie and Louis was bitter and single, not exactly heterosexual. Louis was gay. And someone as bitter as Louis, wasn’t going to find anyone to go out with any time soon. It didn’t matter, though, because he was much too busy right now.

“The kid has indeed run off again, yeah. Maybe he just needed a—” Louis was cut off by the returned appearance of the one and only Harry Styles saying, like his disappearance was okay, “back”, at least, he was finally back from his unexcused break time.

“Where were you?” Louis demanded, “we should have started thirty minutes ago. These shots have to be sent to the company by five, and it’s already three thirty. You can’t run off like that—” Louis was cut off for the second time too many, but this by his partner Zayn.

“Relax, mate. There’s only around one hundred more shots. And there all just different angles. We’re going to be fine. The kid must’ve needed some air, or something, yeah?” Louis nodded to Zayn’s response, but didn’t see the need of why the Harry needed air in a ginormous room, only full of ten or so people that were responsible for taking pictures, not getting in one’s space.

“Thanks. Mr. Malik,” Harry smiled at Zayn, “just need some air, yeah.”

“Call me Zayn,” Zayn smiled back at Harry. Louis already felt the need to projectile vomit by the sight of friendship blooming in front of him. Nice things— weren’t his thing.

“Sorry, Louis,” Harry apologized, but didn’t look the least bit sorry. Louis doesn't think apologies were going to make up for the loss of time that had just occurred (the 'loss' had probably already caused a few perfect pictures that could have been taken but weren't).