Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Thirty Seven

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Louis takes a seat next to me on the small black bench behind the piano. "That was beautiful Harry" his voice coming out raspy. "I didn't write it," I say instead of 'thank you'. "I know the song" he chuckles lightly. "Were you singing about me, though?" he questions. I stare at my fingers as they remain in the same position on the keys. I swallow thickly and nod, not trusting my voice. "Are there any songs you wrote about me?" I close my eyes and see the titles of every single song I ever wrote about him flashing in front of my eyes. Written, recorded, brought out, thrown away, sold. Every single one of them.

When I feel his hand on my back I open my eyes. Suddenly very aware of the fact that I'm stark naked. I nod again but don't look at him as I cross my legs. I'm not sure why because I love to walk around in my birthday suit and I'm definitely not ashamed of my body. "Can I see them?" he asks next. "No" I quietly reply. I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it if Louis reads every single word I ever wrote about him.

"Did I wake you?" I ask, pulling the conversation away from the subject of my songwriting. "No, didn't hear you play until I went to grab something from my suitcase." He replies. "Did any of the songs you wrote about me make it onto an album?" he pushes. I tell him that several of the songs I wrote about him or were inspired by him did indeed make it onto an album or single but that I don't feel comfortable talking about it for some reason. "Why? Do you think I'll hate them? I'm just curious" he says and I just shrug because I don't have the answer. "So am I your muse?" he jokingly asks. "Something like that" I tap his cheek. I get up from the bench and walk out of the room. "Oi, where is that perky bum going?" I hear him laugh and run up the stairs, Louis only a couple of seconds behind me.

Showered and dressed I do my hair and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Admiring the love bites on my neck and chest with a smile on my face. I change from a half-unbuttoned blouse to a t-shirt to at least try to hide some of them and watch Louis unpack his suitcase and put away the clothing in my closet while scrolling through my phone. "You already have a couple of hundred followers on Twitter and Instagram," I say matter-of-factly. "I don't understand why, though" he throws a pair of dirty socks in the direction of my bathroom and continues to unpack. I know half of the people are following because the lads and I are following him but I don't want to mention that. It's odd how fans start to follow our friends and family members even though they're not in the spotlight.

"Oh Stan, Niall, Perrie, Zayn and Liam are following you now!" I scroll through the followers on my phone, shocked to see some of the One Direction related usernames. "Follow them back for me babe? I still don't know how it works" he throws his phone at me and I try to remember his password. "It's locked," I tell him. "You've seen me put the code in multiple times. You'd be a horrible jealous boyfriend, you know that?" his tone is serious but everyone would be able to tell he's joking. "It's my birthday but if you're going to tell me you don't know when I was born, I'll have to kill you" Obviously I know his date of birth. I actually remember him telling me at the summer camp. I was so surprised he was born on Christmas Eve that I didn't believe him at first.

I follow a bunch of people I think Louis should follow including Gemma and mum, not really thinking about how this may give off more information than we should because who follows their mate's mum and sibling?

Once Louis is settled in he tells me he's always wanted to go to Target but seems to forget that going to Target isn't something I can do for fun. "Target is such a crowded place, besides it's just like Asda really" I shrug but Louis has his mind set on going. "There are two close to Calabasas. I can call to see if Kendall is back in town. We're supposed to hang out this week so if she's home you can just drop me off, we'll go do our thing for an hour or until you're done" I suggest. Louis seems to understand that going to such a public place with me isn't going to happen unless there's security present but he agrees and I call Kendall.