They 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...
So I know these chapters are getting short, but that's only because I really want to start a new scene type thing but it just deserves its own chapter, ya know? Anyways, I'm so happy with the amount of votes and stuff, please leave comments and share this around or suggest it to people etc. Once again, thank you!!!
Btw, if anyone wants a friend then just message me, I have no Larry friends to rant with and would really appreciate having someone to be crazy about it with... Surely you guys know how it feels to just have to quietly squeal to yourself, it sucks, they make me want to cry bc its just so real :(((((
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"Harry! get the hell off me you fat shit" Liam struggled. I watched, laughing as Harry continued to eat the last piece of pizza as Liam tried to snatch it out of Harry's hands. "I had it first" he pouted. Not that it changed anything, the curly haired boy continued watching the telly as if he hadn't just stolen the last piece of pizza and was now just sitting on top of him. I watched in amusement, smiling. Harry turned his head towards me and smiled, winking before taking another bite of his pizza as he slurped up a bit of cheese that was hanging from his lip. He had a look of determination as his eyes tried to look down at the cheese, satisfaction crossing his features once they gooey thing was gone out of sight.
Yes, he fits right into this group.
"Hey! Nini did you just steal my drink?"
"Oh god, Harry, don't you even dare start calling me that" Niall groaned, sounding as if that name actually pained him to be called it. "Call you what, NiNi?" he replied, smirking right at him.
"Harry..." Niall warned him.
"NiNi..."
"That's it" Niall got up from his seat, practically pounced onto the boy who couldn't contain his laughter anymore. I found it funny that like me, Harry saw Niall as the boy who looked more like an angry kitten more then anything viscous or something you should be afraid of.
Liam and I laughed our heads off as Niall and Harry had a scrap on the sofa. Well, more like a bitch fight. Harry wasn't even trying, he had his head back laughing, legs out against Nialls chest stopping him from getting any closer to him. Soon enough, Niall realized he wasn't getting anywhere with this and sat on the end of the other sofa.
Harry came and lay on his back next to me on the ground, casually looking up at the roof with a smile on his face. After a moment of him trying to get his breath back from all the laughing he had done, his heavy breathing slowed and I looked over in his direction. Surprisingly he was already facing me and I blushed when I wondered how long he had been staring. But unfortunately, this didn't go unnoticed, because his eyes swiped to the redness and then back to my eyes, smiling softly.
