Baby Got Moves // Larry Stylinson [NEVER FINISHED]

seven

"Shit," cursed Harry abruptly, his body shooting up as his hand slapped over his head. It was pounding, pulsing harshly. He groaned, getting up from the bed with ease.

Harry's feet dragged themselves as he trailed to the bathroom, sluggish and slow. His eyelids widened slightly once his jade eyes landed upon his untamed hair and prominent bags with beads of sweat across his forehead, and he almost instantly turned the shower on.

Stepping in, he sighed. Tensed muscles relaxing immediately as his head lolled to the side. Streaks of water fell down his toned body, shampoo rinsing from his hair; falling down with it.

Memories filled his mind from last night, but he shook them away almost immediately. Some parts were hard to remember, though. They were faded and hazy. Harry slightly wishes he could remember them all to the full extent.

His thoughts were interrupted when his phone started ringing from his room, right outside the bathroom's door. Harry groaned, turning off the shower head in a hurry, having just enough time to grab a towel before answering the call.

"Hello?" Harry mumbled as he held the phone between his shoulder and cheek, drying out his curls.

There was silence, until his voice came out as a pleasant suprise. "Hey, Harry." and maybe it was the coldness of the room that had the boy's body littered with goosebumps, or — they were there because of Louis' soft spoken greeting.

"Oh! H–Hey, Lou. What's up?" Harry couldn't figure it out, but there was something about the older boy that made him flustered.

Louis cleared his throat, and even the sound of that was high pitched and lovely. "Nothing, the usual. Rehearsing our dance for tomorrow. But," he paused, extending the 'u'. "I also wanted to know... do you want to meet up in an hour when my break starts? Maybe. I can pick you up and we can go to the coffee shop by the club? If not that's fine, of course. I know you're probably—"

Harry chuckled, biting his lip. "Yes."

"–really damn mad at me and I understand why... but yes? Yes you'll meet up?" Louis sounded stunned, surprised that Harry agreed so easily.

Harry had to bite his lip to contain his large grin, "Of course."

"O–Okay, see you later then?" Louis hummed, and they ended their call with a bye after Harry agreed. The boy rushed when blow drying his hair — he had less than an hour to meet up with Louis. He pulled on his skin tight jeans in record timing, adding a over sized blue hoodie.

He pulled on his worn out boots soon after that, spraying on his favorite cologne. But, he gulped nervously. What if he had just fucked up? What if Louis hates the smell? He was stumped. So, he picked up his phone and dialled a number.

"Zayn," Harry yelled, making the boy jump in surprise when he answered. "I need your help, badly."

"With what?" Zayn clamped his hand over the mans mouth, "I'm sorta busy."

"So Louis is coming, right? I mean, ugh. We're going out to lunch, and I need advice. I'm such a socially awkward person, how do I not make a fool of myself?"

Zayn took a second to process all the words Harry was rushing out, his drunk state not helping with the situation at all. He cleared his throat, "Just... be yourself, H. Don't try to be someone you're not. If he's a good boy, he should like you for you."

"Okay." Harry said, picking at his nails. It wad a nervous habit he picked up from God knows where.

"Okay, you good?" replied his best friend, sounding impatient.

"Yeah."

Zayn sighed, shushing someone. "Yeah, okay. Love ya, H."

Harry uttered a bye and love you, hanging up. He was walking in circles when Louis texted he was on the way twenty minutes later, nails dull from now biting them. And when he got a text saying that Louis was here, he internally screamed, forcing himself to exit the house.

"Hey," Louis smiled when Harry stepped in, teeth on show, "You look cute."

Harry blushed at the compliment, buckling up. "Hey, and thanks. You too." he spoke shyly, liking the blue skinnies he wore in combination with a band tee. A baseball cap sat on his head too, fully black with the word happy etched into it with white thread.

When Louis started to drive, he turned up the volume slightly. "What kinda music ya listen to?" he questioned, blue eyes glancing at the younger boy.

"Ehm," Harry puffed out air, "Mostly classic songs. Weird... I know. I also like Coldplay, Bon Iver, Lana Del Rey, The Fray."

Louis' brows raised, a barely noticing smirk forming on his lips. "Never heard of any of them but The Fray. I'm more of a Rock person. Heavy Metal too. I like songs with a good beat."

"Oh, yeah. It's alright," and that there, was an innocent white lie. His father used to play rock music all too much, which eventually turned him away from it. His sister was the one to introduce him to Classical music, which he enjoyed much more than screams about hate and love.

"Well," Louis reached down into the glove compartment, pulling out a thin black auxiliary cord. "Play something."

Harry's brows knitted, and he bit down on his lip. "I don't know, they're sorta weird."

Louis scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully. "It can't be that bad, come on now. I wanna hear em!"

"Fine," Harry sighed, deciding fuck it. The worse Louis could possibly do is say he doesn't like; which isn't bad. So, he clicked his playlist titled 'Favorites' and tapped on shuffle. The first song that played was Black Flies, by Ben Howard.

Louis kept quiet for the whole song as Harry lowly hummed along, blank face. "I like it," he spoke once it ended, but he seemed unsure. Harry looked at Louis unsurely, taking in his profile.

"No you don't," Harry disagreed, "I can tell. I don't mind, though. It's only a song."

Louis shook his head, parking in front of the petite coffee shop, "No, really. I like the song, in fact I've heard it before. It just reminds me of something I don't enjoy being reminded of."

"What is it?" Harry questioned, unbuckling his seatbelt. Louis followed his actions.

"Nothing important."

Harry nodded and didn't push it, being that he wanted this to be perfect and not filled with Louis being mad at him. That would be something Harry would never want.

Just as the two exited the car, a voice stopped them. It was from across the street, and Harry almost fainted. Liam looked pissed.

"Harry Styles, may I have a chat with you?" Liam cleared his throat, over looking the two with narrowed eyes. Louis awkwardly stood there as Harry got pulled aside, and Harry honestly didn't know what to expect.

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A/N: honestly this was supposed to be much longer but i'm lazy sorry

also, shoutout to my pal DanielSnK he just started out on here and so if you like het fics that also involve anime characters, idk maybe you'll like it

bye guysss 💖💖