I Can Make You Feel Okay (larry stylinson)

Chapter twenty-five

A/N AAAY, I DIDN'T THINK I WAS GOING TO HAVE THIS DONE ANY TIME SOON BUT I PUT MY HEAD DOWN AND FINISHED IT!! IDK WHEN I'LL HAVE THE NEXT CHAPTER UP BY, HOPEFULLY SOON THOUGH! YEOW I HOPE YOU LOVE IT AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!? lOVE YOU XOOX

The school week had gone quickly, to Harry's advantage, and he was now in his bedroom getting ready for Zayn's party. He had spent the majority of his spare time with Louis, as he would any other week, Louis had only been able to stay over the one night, though he stayed as late as he physically could. One night Maura brought a board game out and everyone sat at the table playing it for what felt like hours, Niall ended up winning and Harry learnt that Louis is most definitely a sore loser. Louis told Harry he loved him in every spare moment he had, some times just to piss Zayn off, most of the time because Harry was saying it back now, and he loved how it sounds. He can't remember the last time he had someone tell him he loves him and genuinely meaning it.

As Harry was pulling on his pants, black skinny jeans with tiny tares in them that he had taking liking into, Louis walked out of the bathroom, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Harry.

'Jesus Christ Harry!' Harry turned around quickly staring at Louis wide-eyed before fumbling to take the pants off. 'No, no I didn't mean that' Louis rushed forward making his way towards Harry, grabbing his shaking hands and kissing them. 'Don't take them off, you look fucking hot'

'Are you sure? I haven't worn them before, they don't make me look fat do they?'

'Jesus no! Where have you been hiding those legs Hazz!' Harry looked down, blushing slightly and shaking his head mumbling a quiet I don't know. 'On second thoughts, maybe you shouldn't wear them to a party with drunk assholes' Harry frowned slightly looking back up at Louis who was smiling at him.

'Are you sure they look okay? You wouldn't lie?'

'Promise Hazz, you look fucking fit' Louis reassured Harry with a kiss before moving away from him to get himself ready, pulling open his draw in the middle of all of Harry's.

'When did you bring all of those clothes over?'

'I never took them, what's the point?' Harry furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember seeing Louis bring that amount of clothes over. 'I mean, is that okay? I just, some times I stay over without like planning it you know? So I didn't want to be unprepared and have to wear you're clothes and what not'

'Yeh it's fine! It's nice, I just didn't even realize' Louis smiled up at Harry, pulling on a pair of jeans himself and a simple white shirt. He moved over towards Harry's facourite denim jacket, the one he had wore the day after the first time Louis had stayed over, it had also become his favourite jacket?

'Could I?' Harry nodded quickly, confused as to where the sudden shy had come from, but watching Louis put the jacket on and the way his eyes lit up, he was put at ease again. 'I fucking love this jacket, you have such good taste in clothes young Harold.'

'I don't really, I just see it, I like it, I buy it, you know?'

'Just take the compliment idiot' Louis smiled fondly, getting closer to Harry again and flicking him in the nose causing Harry to smile brightly up at him.

'Well in that case. Why thank you sir Lewis, I am forever in gratitude to you'

'Ew, I hate it when you call me Lewis'

'I hate it when you call me young Harold'

'You are young though! And Harold's you're name'

'And Lewis is yours'

'Two complete different situations Harold'

'I think their pretty similar Lewis'

'Shoo you' Harry whined as Louis stepped away from him, walking towards the hallway, grabbing for his wrist.