Stressed, Depressed, & Boy-Band Obsessed [l.s]

~What's A Ship?~

~Louis~

After my call with Harry, I quickly ate the left-over subway sandwich in our flat's fridge. Liam walked past me, raising his eyebrow as he saw I was tapping away on my iPhone.

"Lou, You talking to that Harry boy again?" He asked, suspiciously. I shook my head, "No mate, M' on Twitter checking the trends..." I trailed off. Liam's eyebrow raised up then down. "Hmm yeah I think that's a good idea Lou." He patted my back, grabbed some crisps and ran upstairs.

I narrowed my eyes at his descending figure then refreshed the 'Trending' section.

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Trends:

#EXAdirectioners
#EXAbeliebers
#Larry
#IShipLarryStylinson
#OTP

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My throat ran dry, looking at the mentions of Harry and I.

Larry Stylinson? Is that like our names morphed together? I wasn't quite sure but I liked the way it rolled off my tongue.

"Larry Stylinson? Aye?" I said aloud, to nobody but myself.

Then my eyebrows knitted together in pure confusion...

What's a ship?

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~Harry~

I jumped around my room in front of my full-length mirror, holding my hairbrush to my lips, belting out the lyrics to my favorite song:

"I wanna be drunk when I wake up
On the right side of the wrong bed
And never an excuse I made up
Tell you the truth I hate
What didn't kill me
It never made me stronger at all.
Love will scar your make-up, lip sticks to me
So now I maybe lean back there
I'm sat here wishing I was sober
I know I'll never hold you like I used to.

But a house gets cold when you cut the heating
Without you to hold I'll be freezing
Can't rely on my heart to beat in
'Cause you take parts of it every evening
Take words out of my mouth just from breathing
Replace with phrases like when you're leaving me.

Should I, should I?
Maybe I'll get drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love

I wanna hold your heart in both hands
Not watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can
And I got no plans for the weekend
So should we speak then
Keep it between friends
Though I know you'll never love me like you used to.

There may be other people like us
Who see the flicker of the clipper when they light up
Flames just create us but burns don't heal like before
And you don't hold me anymore.

On cold days cold plays out like the band's name
I know I can't heal things with a hand shake
You know I can't change as I began saying
You cut me wide open like landscape
Open bottles of beer but never champagne
To applaud you with the sound that my hands make.

Should I, should I?
Maybe I'll get drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love.

All by myself
I'm here again
All by myself
You know I'll never change
All by myself
All by myself
I'm just drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love."

I paused, to stare at my reflection silently. I resembled a normal person right now. I wore chinos and my slightly baggy, 'I <3 One Direction' hoodie.

My curls were swooped down to the side, my lips red as cherries. Or 'Cher-ies.' I chuckled lowly at my joke.

I bit my lower lip and tried to remember what was missing from my 'OOTD.' Hmmm... I looked back up to my curls, and noticed my flower crown was missing. I gasped, mentally cursing myself, then stood on my tiptoes to view my selection. I carefully picked down the one with huge pink roses around the vines and placed it on my head, now no longer looking like your 'Average person.'

I smiled now, at my reflection in the mirror. I reached over for my iPhone and clicked on Twitter, then refreshed my notifications, noticing I had gained over two hundred new followers. I wasn't even a good tweeter! But then, I remembered Louis, which is the only reason I got these follows...

I went over to view the trends, and suddenly I gaped at my phones screen:

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Trends:

#EXAdirectioners
#EXAbeliebers
#Larry
#IShipLarryStylinson
#OTP

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Someone made us a ship name!

I squealed so loudly that Cher woke up and ran into my room.

"Harry what the fuck? It's only one o' clock you dumb ass!" She screeched at me, throwing a pillow at my face then slamming my door and storming back to her own room.

Let's just conclude with this:

Cher is not a morning person...

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I whined, then opened my messaging app, flopping across my unmade bed. Louis was always a great mood-brightener for me. And plus, I just longed to always be texting him...

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FlowerCrowns:

Hey Lou!

Louis:

Ello dere Mr. Stylinson ;)

FlowerCrowns:

Oh erm... You saw that trend as well?

Louis:

O' course I did ya little nincompoop!

FlowerCrowns:

... I AM NOT A NINCOMPOOP!

Louis:

Tsk Tsk... He's in deNIALL! > haha. Anyways Styles, whats a ship?

FlowerCrowns:

BAHAHAHAH... *laughter dies down* Wtf you seriously DON'T KNOW?

Louis:

Erm, I don't. Would you mind to explain 'oh wise one?'

FlowerCrowns:

Uh, It's semi confusing. But you see, a lot of fans write 'Fanfics' about like per-say, you and a girl named 'Macey.' But, theres the other people that write 'Fanfics' about you and Niall, and they make 'Ship Names' for the bromance. (Bromance is like two of the band mates dating.) Well like your's and Niall's ship named is Nouis...

Louis:

Oh! I get it, so like me and you would be Larry! But the Stylinson part is just are last names?

FlowerCrowns:

Yup! There you go :-) you might want to read some Fanfics before beddy bye Lou-Lou.

Louis:

Oh I will Har-Har ;* Talk to you tomorrow! xx Lou

FlowerCrowns:

Byeas! xx Har

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I sighed contently and snuggled up into my duvet. I really couldn't wait to meet Louis in REAL LIFE. It's going to be fan-flipping-tastic...

And maybe, just maybe, he could mend my broken heart...

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