Harry and Louis... or Larry Stylinson?

Chapter 6

Hey everyone! So glad to have so many reads! And..... I have a surprise for you guys!!

Im having two POVs in the chapter, but i listed which was which. Thanks again!

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Harry’s POV

I felt the butterflies in my stomach as Louis smiled at me. He was perfect. Absolutely brilliant. Pulling me out of my trance, he said: “Why don’t we go out today? Liam said we could all relax and do as we please. What do you say?” My heartbeat quickened. Why does he have this effect on me? I hesitantly nodded, wondering what he had planned.

“Good, be dressed and ready in half an hour. I already have an idea of where we can go.” He winked as he finished his pizza and went upstairs. I finished mine as well, and put the box in the fridge. I started humming, no song in particular, and followed him upstairs. Since we shared a room, I had to get my clothes and change in the bathroom. Ever since I found that I fancied Louis, I hadn’t gotten the nerve to change in front of him. I don’t think he noticed yet, though, which was good.

But something happened. When I walked in the room, Louis was shirtless. And he was wearing only his boxers while he rummaged through the dresser, obviously looking for his clam diggers.

I gulped as I casually walked over to the wardrobe, hoping to draw no more than little attention to me. Obviously, Louis heard me open the door and he turned around. Smiling at me, he asked if I knew where his red Toms were. I didn’t, so I suggested he were blue ones instead. He nodded and picked them out of the “Toms” drawer. There were about ten pairs in there.

“Thanks,” he said. I nodded again and grabbed my clothes from the wardrobe. Before I could

get to the door Louis stopped me. “Why don’t you ever change in here anymore?” I shrugged. Louis looked at me skeptically then turned around, pulling a blue and white striped shirt on along with a red hoodie. I advanced toward the door as he pulled on his clam diggers.

“Hey Harry? Have you seen my beanie?” he asked. Can he keep track of anything? Luckily I know where it was. I had worn it yesterday. I went over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. “Right here, mate,” I directed him toward it, and he gratefully put it on. “Thanks, mate.” I nodded and went into the bathroom to change.

When I was done, I went back downstairs. It was about seven o’clock right now. Louis was already on the couch. He was scrolling through something on his phone, probably twitter. I quickly hid around the corner, and logged on to my own account.

@Louis_Tomlinson:

“Me and Haz are going out for a surprise tonight. How are our girls doing?”

To be completely honest, I couldn’t help but smile. To surprise Louis, I tweeted:

　

@Harry_Styles:

“@Louis_Tomlinson: Doing great. CANT WAIT for our special evening!”

I can play this game too. My mentions instantly started flooding, most are of Larry Stylinson. My heart beats faster every time I see and hear that mash up name. While I was in my little daze, Louis managed to sneak up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. My breathing hitched, as my face began to heat up.

　

Louis’s POV

I don’t know why I’m acting like this, as though I have no feeling for Harry. I smiled slightly as I heard his breath catch, even though it was probably because I scared him. “Hi there, Louis,” Harry said. “Hello, Haz. You ready?” He nodded and we both headed for the car. “Where are we going?” Harry asked. I told him it was a surprise as I started the car. When the radio came on, Tell Me a Lie was playing. Harry and I started singing along. Yeah, it felt weird hearing your own music on the radio, but at the same time it was pretty cool. Once it was over, I turned the radio down. I don’t like radio commercials. Sometimes the boys will turn the radio up just to annoy me. It works.

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We reached our destination. We were quite far from home, so Harry had fallen asleep. I laughed, then shook him awake. He groaned as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. When he dropped his hands, his eyes widened. I knew he’d like it. I mean, who doesn’t like a carnival on the beach?

I smiled unintentionally as his head snapped toward me. Swallowing me in a hug, he said: “Thanks Lou! You’re amazing!” He pulled away too soon and I replied with “I try.”

We got out of the car and started walking to nowhere in particular. Harry suggested we stop at the cotton candy stand first. My mouth watered at the smell, so obviously I agreed. Taking out a little bit of cash, I paid for a jumbo bag and we sat on a bench, pecking at the pink and blue fluff.

We laughed and played and joked around for hours. At about midnight, I said we should head for the Ferris Wheel. While we were in line, we started singing WMYB for fun. It’s almost out of habit. When me and the boys are waiting for something, that’s what we always sing. As we got in the cart, we began to see the crowd of fans moving toward us. I had a feeling this was going to happen. “Get it going and stop us at the top!” I hollered to the worker. He looked confused but did a thumbs up. As the screams reached us, the worker seemed to understand.

We were soon on top, and both of us were laughing and waving. We sang for them again, and our girls screamed louder. After the carnival security got everyone to leave, I requested we stay on top for awhile. That caused Harry to give me one of his “What the heck?” looks but I didn’t care. I had to tell him how I felt. “Listen, Harry. I need to talk to you,” I said nervously. He looked at me and nodded, silently urging me to continue.

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