"Come on Lou, do we know him?" they both looked at me eagerly, hope in their eyes.
"Oh yeah, you do" I chuckle. The fact that I literally just told them straight up of who it is that's coming over makes it even funnier. "Aw, are LiLi and NiNi getting frustrated?" I pouted at them both.
"Ew don't call me that. It reminds me of that show with the ugly blue alien"
"You mean Lilo and stitch? Stop with your hate against stitch LiLi"
"Fuck up would ya Lou?"
I laughed at both boys who were sending daggers in my direction. Most of you are probably question our friendship right now. But just so you know, no matter who many times we tell each other to fuck off or abuse each other, its our way of showing love. Yes. We are normal. Do not question our sanity. And yeah, I'm basically talking to my self, but yeah, I don't know. Alright I'm just going to stop thinking now because this discussion could literally go on forever so uh, yeah.
"Niall, the fuck are you doing" I ask, staring at the Irish lad who is currently laying under the rug spread on the wooden floor.
"I don't know, I just ended up here" he shrugs as if it were completely normal.
"Seriously, you guys are gonna scare him away" I shake my head jokingly at Niall who continues rolling under the rug, an 'oomph' sound coming out occasionally from when he knocks into the furniture around him. "Is he having a seizure or something?" I hear Liam mutter from across the room. He had been on his phone a lot during this week, it was frustrating actually because he wouldn't tell us who it was.
"So whens the guy coming over"
"I told you his name is Harry Styles"
"Seriously? Okay, fine don't tell me" he sassed.
I groaned in frustration. I knew Liam wasn't mad, he thought I was lying to him, so I understand where he's coming from.
I hear a slight ding from my phone. My breath catches in my throat as I read it.
Hazza: i'm here xx
I pull the blinds in my living room to see a black audi parked on the side of the road. My stomach suddenly starts to feel like its doing somersaults everywhere.
"He's here" I inform them both. Niall pulls him self out of the rug, hoisting himself up onto the couch as if he wasn't just rolling around under a fucking rug. I let my eyes linger on the weird Irish lad and he stares back, he does a weird smile, "hi" he mutters smiling. Laughing, I make my way to the door.
Just as I open it, I feel a hand hit my head. Chuckling when i see Harry's hand mid-knock, mouth slightly ajar when he sees he literally just knocked on my damn forehead.
The silence is broken when Harry breaks down into a laugh, "oh my god i'm sorry" he says as he calms down. I can't help but just stand there, and as creepy as this is, just stare at the beautiful boy standing on my door step.
I can't help what I do next. Hell, I didn't even realize what I was doing until it was to late, but I pull him in for a hug. Its not like the hugs I give Liam and Niall. No, this is more of an embrace. like the type where I wrap my arms around his neck, and surprisingly, he wraps his around my waist, pulling me closer if that's even possible. I take a moment and just think to my self how nice and warm and fitting he feels. I didn't want to let go.
Harry takes in a deep breath, "god I missed you Lou" he says quietly, almost as if he were saying it to himself as well. "I missed you too Haz"
And it was true. I didn't realize how much better I feel even when I'm just in the near presence of the guy. Although I was literally a wreck just a moment ago, it all goes away when I actually see him. We pull back and I see his smile, dimples and everything. Am I the cause of that? Am I the reason for that smile to grace those pink lips? I shake my head of all thoughts that make me just want to sit and admire his beauty... That would be just a tad weird, right?
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Happier With You || Larry Stylinson AU
FanfictionThey meet in the most ironic way possible, quite awkward actually. Harry Styles, world wide famous pop star becomes the secret of the small town boy, Louis Tomlinson. Or where Louis' only escape after a one night stand is to climb up to the stranger...