Happier With You || Larry Stylinson AU

04

Authors note: this song does not relate to the chapter, but I'm currently in love with it, its so emotional and god help me :(

Also, as you probably know I don't plan my writing, I just write what ever comes to mind at the time so yeah, thanks for reading :)

ALSO I'M GOING TO START WRITING FROM P.O.V, + I MIGHT ACCIDENTALLY WRITE IN 3RD PERSON, BARE W ME UNTIL I GET USED TO IT.

Louis

"NiNi"

"Don't fucking call me that ya bastard" Niall growled, throwing Liam's football at me from across the room. The fact that while trying his best to change his usual cute face to an angry expression, just makes him look constipated, didn't help the situation at all.

I caught the ball and spun it in a circle on my finger, smirking smugly at him as he pulled his eyebrows together in frustration.

"NiNi stop doing that face, you look like you're constipated"

"Fuck you" he growled and honestly it was adorable. This caused me to laugh harder at the tiny Irish guy running towards me. When I saw how determined he was I immediately regretted my teasing.

"Niall.. No- no piss off you little leprechaun Irish fucke- AH MY HEAD- oi! Get er ya constipated shit" I leaped up from my spot on the couch and tried to chase him.

My plan was to corner him, but that wouldn't work, seeing as he was just on the other side of the couch that was sat in the middle of my living room. Could I jump over it? eh, I'm not very good in that department so I'd probably end up face planting into the ground, so that idea is out of the picture.

He made a dash to the kitchen, using the island as a barrier to protect him. He ran, so obviously I did what any stupid person would do. I ran, and ran, and ran, constantly gripping the corner of the bench to help me turn faster.

We both ran around the island for almost two minutes, I wasn't even focusing on him as much as just plainly running around this big, stupid island.

Soon enough I was about to give up. I felt as if my lungs were about to burst from lack of oxygen and completely slowed to a walking pace. I realized I couldn't hear foot steps around me and became worried. Was he planning an attack? Slowly, I turned around, cautiously almost, and as soon as I came face to face with Niall I felt something wet and firm hit me right smack in the face, ouch. The impact caused my nose to be pushed back and now it probably looked as if I was crying. But after I registered the fact that he had just thrown something at me, I began to subside the pain and cringed at what I smelt. There was a liquid, slimy liquid I might add, on one side of my face.