Lunatic- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 20

Around a month after the terrible turn of events, Louis and Harry found themselves back to normal, trying to crack the case. 

"Yo cutie" Harry cat called down the hallway as he saw Louis enter the therapy room.

Louis turned around, face shocked as he stopped in his path, Harry walking closely towards him.

"Harry you can't shout that!" Louis whispered, panicked, only to be pushed backwards into the therapy room and met by a pair of lips.

"Says who?" Harry smirked.

"Ugh why are you so irritating?!"

Harry chuckled lowly, leaning forward, kissing Louis again. Louis started to move forward, about to wrap his arms around Harry's neck when Harry pulled back smirking.

"Soooo fucking irritating" Louis playfully rolled his eyes. "What do you want anyways?"

"I called my mum on the phone at visitation."

"And?"

"Still nothing." Harry sighed.

"Still no birth certificate...great."

"Why can't she just hurry up and find it?"

"Harry she's risking her job though, remember that."

"I know, I just wanna get out of here so badly."

"And you will. I promise." Louis smiled.

"Why don't you help her?"

"Why would I do that?" Louis asked confused, there was nothing special he could do to speed up the process.

"It would just be cute to see you and my mum talk about how beautiful I am over a manicure." Harry shrugged, leaving Louis smiling amused.

"Since when do you know what a manicure is?"

"Uhhhh, since...since...."

Louis stared at him amused, watching him trip over his words.

"You're so cute." Louis smiled fondly.

"Lou how many times do I have to tell you not to call me cute?"

"Why can't I?"

"Because it feels weird, being called cute."

"Uh why?"

"I'm the man here, men aren't cute."

"Boy you've been locked in here for too long. Harry, its 2016, we're both men. And don't stereotype men, men can be cute too."

"I wasn't-"

"I know, don't worry, I'm just telling you."

"Is this our first domestic argument?" Harry laughed.

"It's a poor first domestic, if it is."

"You're right, I need to smash a plate or something to make it a bit more realistic."

Louis laughed, "I'm trying to calculate how many people are gonna take offence to every sentence you say when you get out of here."

"What was offensive then?"

Louis shook his head laughing at Harry. "Never mind, so therapy. Lets go." He clapped his hands together sitting on the small bed.

Harry shuffled closer to him, making sure their legs touched ever so slightly.

"Do we have to?" Harry whined.

"Yes Haz we-" Louis was cut off by a loud knock on the door, and the door opening.