Where We Land (Larry Stylinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Louis Pov.

"Grab Harry for me, will ya?" Asked Niall.

"Yeah. Sure." I called as I paced away from the black train. Making my way to the large striped tent, Zayn slipped into step with me.

"Where you going,  Loubear?" He teased.

"Nowhere you need to know about, Zayniekins."

The olive skin by the Bradford's boys eyes crinkled as he smiled largely.

"Hey there. Bringin' out your sass today Tomlinson."

"Hell yeah. One a sass master, always a sass master." I winked. 

"Okay lad. I gotta skip along the yellow brink road. On a mission from Mr. Horan." He waved.

"Oh! I get it Zayn! Just using me for the ride!" I yelled at his retreating figure.

"I needed SOMEONE to talk too." He hollered through his chuckle.

"Umhp." I mumbled. The pointed tent tip was visible soon after Zayn left. I passed the large tent where we did our shows, and entered the similar, but smaller worker tent. Inside, the small make-shift dressing rooms were divided with thin tan sheets. I squeezed past people in the thin hallway in-between dressing rooms before finally finding "Harry" stitched into a sheet in the back. I peeled back the curtain, and peeked inside.

"Knock knock." I said.

When a response didn't come, I fully pulled back the sheet and stepped into the room. Harry must off pulled back the tent flap, because there was a large hole in the outside of the room. A light breeze drifted through, ruffling my hair slightly. Harry sat in a sad and sinking bean bag chair, facing the gaping hole in the tent. His breathes were deep and I could hear his music even from the distance away I was.

I admired the dark curls that sat messily on his scalp. The soft loops were a dark brown underneath, gradually becoming lighter towards the top. Natural sun highlights, I assumed.

Wow. I sound really stalkerish. Lets just do what your boss told you Louis... I thought. Suddenly I got a halarious idea....

I shuffled forward, stopping right behind Harry's navy blue bean bag. I made sure he couldn't see my shadow, before bending down. Taking a deep breath and licking my lips, I shoved the boys head out off the way and attached my lips visously to his neck.

"Ahhhh! What the hell?" His deep voice rung out. His neck snapped to look at me.

"What?" I said innocently with wide eyes.

"Louis.... Louis. Louis. Louis." He laughed. "I should've known."

I nunged Harry roughly. "You should've saw it coming. I mean, really Harry? Being all quiet in here. You honestly think I wouldn't come in here to ruin it?"

"What do you want Louis?"

I reached forward and poked his dimple.

"That."

"Oh, really now?" His voiced was dripping in sarcasm. "That's it, my friend? No 'exciting adventure' with the Tommo today?"

"Mhhh. That reminds me...."

I plopped my are right on his lap. Straddeling his hips, I reached my fingers to tangle in his curls.

He swatted me away. "Really, Lou?" Minty breath.

"Yes Harryyyyyyy. I want your curlies." I pouted, trying to reach around his large hands.

"No."