I Can Make You Feel Okay (larry stylinson)

Chapter twelve

A/N MERRY CHRISTMAS! I HOPE YOU ALL GOT YOUR FAVOURITE BAND MEMBER FOR CHRISTMAS <3

Louis woke up the next morning to hear Harry vomiting in the bathroom. He couldn't help but laugh slightly as he knew this was going to happen. He decided to be the nice boyfriend he was and go in and comfort him.

'Hazz, you okay?'

'Mmno, out Lou.' Was all that Harry could mumble out between his gagging.

'It's fine Hazz, I saw it last night remember?' Louis couldn't help the grin that was on his face and it was obvious that Harry wasn't impressed. 'Do you want me to get you some hangover food?'

'That would be fucking fantastic Lou'

'Okay great, can I get you any thing before I go?'

'No, I don't want you to leave, I'll come with you' Louis looked at Harry for a minute trying to remind him of the fact that he was currently hugging a toilet bowl. 'That is after I finish of course!'

'Oh right, of course Hazz, after you finish!'

'Hey, aren't you supposed to be giving me sympathy here? Like instead of standing over there you could go get me some water for my flaming throat, such a great boy friend I have!'

'You know what, I don't feel to hungry any more, I'm a bit tired actually.' Louis fake yawned and stretched above his head, taking the piss out of Harry. Harry just glared at him and then ended up vomiting again which caused Louis to laugh but he slowly made his way towards Harry to rub small circles on his back and comb Harry's curls off his face. 'I'll go get you some water, kay?'

'Thanks Lou' Harry smiled at Louis as he made his way out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Zayn sitting at the counter eating cereal. Louis tensed slightly then realized Zayn hadn't noticed his presence yet so he made his way into the kitchen completely ignoring Zayn and started searching for the cups. 

'Three cupboards to you left'

'What?' Louis couldn't help the sudden anger he was feeling, it wasn't his fault, Zayn was the asshole here.

'I'm assuming you are looking for a cup, the cups are in the third cupboard from your left.'

'Oh' Louis hopes Zayn wasn't expecting a thank you, because he definitely wasn't fucking getting one.

'Is Harry okay?' Louis turned to look at Zayn, then completely forgot the question so he just turned back around and continued to get Harry some water. 'What's your fucking problem?'

'What's my fucking problem?' Louis was definitely struggling not to turn around and strangle this boy.

'I've barely spoken two words to you, why are you all pissy with me?'

'Okay I get that you were drunk last night, but that does not justify what you did. Despite the fact that you said words to hurt me, what you did to Harry. So don't sit here and try and start a conversation with me when it is very fucking clear that I am not interested in talking to you.' And with that Louis made his way out of the kitchen without so much as a second glance at Zayn and made his way back to Harry. 'Here you are Hazz'

'Thank you, I would kiss you if I wasn't all gross.'

'Okay, and I would kiss you back. Do you remember last night?'

'What about it?'

'No I'm just asking in general. do you remember it?'

'Yes Louis, I do remember what happened last night. I wasn't that drunk!'