Paintings (A Larry~Stylinson One-shot)

~Part 2~

My shoulder was being nudged and I immediately say the first things that come to my mind. "What, Daisy, what's wrong...nightmare? Do you need to sleep with me...? Okay," I mumble and try to wrap an arm around my little sister.

"Um, Louis?" A low voice asks, and my eyebrows shoot up.

"When did you get a deep voice, Baby? Are you sick?" I ask in concern, still half asleep.

"No, Louis, I'd like you to wake up," the voice answers, and it nudges my shoulder even harder.

My left eye pops open, and it focuses onto my surroundings. I then realize that Daisy isn't anywhere near me, and that the voice was Harry's.

Wow am I embarrassed now...

"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry...for calling you Daisy," I mumble and open my other eye as I lift my head. I rake a hand through my bed-head and wince.

"Yeah, your hair isn't the best. But at least that means that you slept soundly," Harry smiles, and I weakly smile back.

"Well, thank you for the compliment. I'm sure my hair feels pretty now," I say sarcastically and laugh softly.

I turn my head to actually look at his room. I never got a chance to whenever I was set into his bed, and we fell asleep minutes later.

Red walls, white door, a balcony, and glass doors that opened to it. I crane my neck more to glance at his flooring. I nod, white carpet, what I expected.

I fist my hands into the sheets and look down at them, black sheets. I turn my body to look at the pillows. White pillows...

"Your room is beautiful, Harry," I compliment as I continue to look around to spot a large mirror, some small tables, a dresser, and a closet.

"Well thank you. I take pride in my color coordination," he says in a happy tone and walks over to his thin, black curtains, I never noticed them, and opens them.

My hand immediately stretches to my eyes to brace for the light, but it never peers in.

"Nighttime?" I ask and he nods.

"Midnight to be exact," he says, and I widen my eyes and rub my forehead as I fall back onto his bed.

"God, my sleeping pattern is going to be screwed now," I huff in agitation, and he makes his way back to me on his bed.

His knee firmly presses into the edge of his bed, and he clicks his tongue as he rests an elbow onto his knee. "Well, the boys are still awake. Would you like to go properly introduce yourself?" He asks and I groan and nod.

"I am such a bad person. Yes, let's," I immediately say, and he nods. He holds out his hand, and I grasp it in mine.

Force and gravity did its designated thing, and I was pulled to my feet. I land against Harry's firm body.

A chuckle escapes Harry's lips, and I blush. "You seem to do that a lot," he comments, and I push him playfully away and walk towards where my shoes are.

"I took the liberty to buy you some new shoes," he spoke affectionately, and my eyes widen in surprise.

"How did you know what my shoe size was?" I ask, and he shrugs. I sit on the ground next to my TOMS.

"Pretty simple, I looked inside your shoes," he laughed.

"How do you know I'll like them?" I playfully ask with a smirk.

"Oh I think you will," he says with confidence and steps over to his dresser that had a bag on top of it.

He pulls out a box with a large VANS logo on it. My mouth opens in shock, and I quickly get up and rush to his side to see what was inside.