Baby Got Moves // Larry Stylinson [NEVER FINISHED]

five

"Kick it!" Zayn hollered, forming a stance as he waited for Harry to do something rather than nothing.

It was eight in the morning, and although Harry was normally a morning person, he couldn't stand the early morning sky since he's gotten a the job as a bouncer. So when Zayn woke him up at six and begged him — more like bribed him with food, he couldn't say no when he asked Harry to tag along at the gym.

And apparently he hasn't been to the gym for awhile, because there were several new fitness rooms built and it had Harry astounded, yet pissed because he just wanted more sleep.

He lazily put slight force as he pushed the ball forward, it not even going ten feet as the ball slowly rolled down the floor. It stopped a few inches away from Zayn, and he grasped the soccer ball before giving Harry an annoyed look.

"You're not even trying! My jolly, H. Use those muscles I know you've got, hit it again." Zayn encouraged, flicking the ball at Harry. He caught it, groaning loudly.

Gently, he dropped the object, keeping it in place by using his shoe clad toe. Harry lifted his foot again, closing one eye so he could aim it perfectly to the ball, tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth.

"Boo!" He heard a voice shoot behind him, hands landing atop his shoulders. He went to look back, but did too fast, landing straight on his back.

"Fuck," Harry growled, sitting up when he was able to do so. He rubbed the small of his back, bottom lip jutting out into a prominent pout.

In front of him was an unfamiliar pair of Nike's, and he raised a brow. Slowly his vision was reaching higher, until his iris stopped on a pair of familiar blues.

"Harry?" Niall chirped, "Is that you?"

Harry blinked softly from where he sat, trying to comprehend what the fuck was happening. "Niall, why the fuck are you here?"

Niall squealed childishly, offering his hand out to Harry only to be rejected. Instead, the stubborn boy pushed himself off the ground, dusting off his knees.

"Well..." The blonde trailed, "I was going to tell you, but since you're being a total jackass I'm not." said Niall rudely, snapping his fingers in a Z formation like some sassy twelve year old.

Harry tutted at his words, blowing fringe from his forehead. "Please?"

"No." Niall growled, trying to seem intimidating but failing miserably.

Zayn was watching from afar, trying to figure out what the commotion was. Why was the random blonde holding his hand on his hip as Harry's curls bounced everywhere as he clasped his hands together in a begging motion?

Zayn had no clue.

Two minutes passed by of Harry pleading until he finally dropped down to his knees, trying to make the cutest look on his face as he awaited for Niall to answer the question. The repetitive 'no's were becoming annoying; and only if Harry could see himself at that moment. Annoying was an understatement.

"Harry, for final, I told you no. Why do you want to know why I am at a public gym anyways? Literally anyone could come here, it's not like this is some big thing that we are both at the same place, same time, anyways."

Harry looked around bashfully, noticing a few people watching him with confused faces. Quickly, he stood and cleared his throat, cheeks still tinted as his eyes met Niall's.

"So Louis never sent you here?" asked Harry, utterly dumbfounded. Niall looked at him as if he were an idiot, before bursting into fits of laughter. This went on for about a minute, Niall continuously taking a sharp breath in to try and stop, but failing miserably.

"What's so funny, blond boy?" Harry retorted seriously, crossing his arms. Niall had no right to make fun of him, since Harry had done nothing wrong. Niall was meanie, he thought.

Finally, Niall calmed down, huffing and puffing a few times. "Why in the world would Lou ask me to come here? I haven't even talked to him since last night. You're a funny dude, dude."

Harry shot daggers at his newfound enemy, "Shut up, Niall. I just though he would have, since we have a lunch date at two. Thought you were a reminder." he emitted truthfully, and although him and Louis were talking earlier in the morning about how Louis would pick him up, he assumed he would use his friend to tell Harry and make sure he wouldn't forget. 

Niall nodded, glancing to Zayn who was still lingering in the same place, this time throwing a ball up and catching it repeatedly. "You obviously don't know him very well then, since Louis is an independent man and likes to do things himself. He's stubborn like that."

Harry tried not to show any proof of disappointment, but instead forced a fake smile and nodded. "Okay then."

Niall smiled, knowing how much Harry likes Louis — or how much he's rumoured to like him, at least. "Okay then? What do you mean by that?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, seeming careless. "Just... okay. I don't care if he wants to remind me or not. He probably forgot about it anyways. Is he a forgetful person?"

The moment the smirk made a appearance on Niall's face, Harry wanted to slap it off with the ball Zayn was playing with. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because, I told you we are getting lunch." Harry replied, Niall easily getting on his nerves and the older boy knew it well. He didn't care, though. He liked messing around with boys who are easy to get riled up. Niall found their reactions hilarious.

"Oh, you can never keep him off your mind, can you?" Niall asked. Harry's cheeks tinted to a light pink, and the blue eyed boy took as a sign to continue.

"You've talked to him like what, two times? Yet look at you, all flustered at the mention of his name. He probably wont even go on that date of yours anyway, he's a busy guy. Gets around, too."

Harry was about to reply, but before he could Zayn was between them and already dressed in his normal clothes. "I got to go, and you have no way back home. So... ya coming?" he started walking towards the exit, without waiting for a response.

Harry was stammering, but shut his mouth when his eyes locked on Niall's. "We'll finish this conversation later, what's your last name?"

Niall cackled, muttering out 'Horan' between fits of laughter. Harry nodded his head, seething: "Horan."

Maybe it's the way Harry almost made a fool of himself by tripping up, or possibly it was the way he always embarrassed himself that had Niall so intrigued by the boy.

But whatever it was, he liked Harry a lot, and he had a plan.

—

Harry was freaking out. He was ready, clad in a pair of tight black jeans and a plaid shirt. But something felt off, he felt as if he was missing something important.

In twenty minutes Louis would pick him up, and in twenty minutes: Harry would make a total embarrassment of himself. He just knew it. But, he forced himself to sit down on the couch and wait for the text.

When the twenty minutes passed, he was shaking with anticipation. And when thirty minutes passed, he was confused. Once an hour rolled by, he texted Louis, but received no response.

He decided then that maybe his friendship with Louis wouldn't last, and it was best to end it.

Louis would never like him, anyways. Harry was always one to get his hopes up and he always ended up hurt in the end. He just wished Louis would've told him, so he wasn't feeling so hopeful each time he heard a car outside.

At dinner time, he called Zayn and instead went out for food with him, where he confessed how much he liked Louis and ended up crying in front of him, too. Others thought he was over reacting, but in reality — Harry was sick and tired of being stood up. He felt as if no one would ever like him for him.

And thinking that, really caused him pain. A lot of it.

* * *

A/N: yall probs confused i apologize

sorry its short! its a filler, since the story is only now starting. itll be a bit slow at first ):

ily