I Can Make You Feel Okay (larry stylinson)

Chapter thirty-three

A/N OKAY I HAVE SO SO SO MUCH TO WRITE ABOUT, SO MANY IDEAS! I HOPE YOU ARE LIKING HOW OFTEN IM UPDATING (WICH ISNT VERY OFTEN IM SORRY). HOPE YOURE LIKING, LET ME KNOW!? LOVE YOU ALL <3 <3 <3

'Are you feeling any less hungover?' Harry asked from the drivers seat of Louis's beloved car, which he spent at least twenty minutes saying no to Harry driving which he eventually caved into. Louis was curled up on the chair, back to the door so he was looking towards Harry. They were on their way home from getting Louis something ridiculously greasy and spicy and anything that would make him feel better.

'As good as I could possibly be' Harry looked at him, pouting, then smiling and turning back to the road. 'Where are we going?'

'I don't know, you choose,' Harry smiled, blindly reaching out for Louis's hand

'You choose, do you want to go home or we could go out?'

'You would' Harry laughed, smiling wide at him. 'I can't even think, my head hurts to blink'

'How much did you drink last night?'

'I don't even remember, I don't know who's alcohol we drank, the emount that we had wasn't enough to get the both of us completely drunk' Louis scrunched his face together, trying to remember back far enough to know what happened.

'You don't remember when you got home then? The conversation we had?' Harry watched his face, looking between the road and Louis, jumping slightly when a car pulled in front of him and he hadn't noticed causing Louis to practically screech.

'I swear to fucking god Harold if you hurt this car' Harry laughed, winking at him, continuing the conversation once he had calmed down 'No, I don't even remember how I got home, all I know is that it was in this car and who ever it was had brown curly hair'

'That's so weird, maybe I was asleep?'

'Maybe, or maybe I drove home! And I was so drunk I imagined you sitting next to me, when in reality I was just chatting with myself' Louis perfked up slightly, smiling at his brilliant conclusion which Harry just scoffed at.

'You were so fucking out of it I doubt you would have made it home' Louis frowned slightly, contemplating his answer.

'Right okay, that doesn't get to the bottom of it though' Harry frowned, continuing to drive around aimlessly. 'Someone obviously drove me home who had the same hair as you so just think about that' Louis brought their intwined hands to his head, resting against them.

'Are you sure it was a boy?'

'I don't know what gender the species was' Harry laughed as Louis rolled his eyes, jumping suddenly. 'I know!'

'What?' Harry stared at him, looking back to the road when he didn't answer straight away, suddenly becoming excited.

'Let's go get the girls and take them out for like ice cream or something!'

'Oh yeh! That could be fun' Louis smiled bright, taking Harry's phone from the centre compartment.

'You still have Lott's number right?' Harry nodded, reaching across to take the phone and trying to figure out what he saved the number as.

'Here' Louis took the phone happily, bringing the phone to his ear.

Harry was layed down at the park, Daisy buried underneath his arm, both staring up at the clouds. 'Lou hates doing this' Harry said quietly to Daisy.

'Does he? He's so stubborn, never listens when I talk to him' Daisy looks up at him, not bothering to keep her voice down, they were on their own regaurdless, but Harry wasn't so much a loud person.