YouTube ➸ Larry Stylinson

16 - NYC

"I'm sorry, sir, but we have no reservation for anyone under the name Tomlinson." the desk receptionist says, apologetically. 

"What do you mean? I called last week!" Louis replies, becoming more and more frustrated. "Uh, check under Louis or Styles." Louis suggests, though he doubts there will be anything.

"No, I'm very sorry." ..and his suspicions are approved.

"Okay, well do you have any open rooms?" 

"We are very busy around here, but lucky you," she did not just say that. "there is one open room!"

"Okay, for how much?" Louis asks, pulling out his wallet. Harry had been in the bathroom, but now is making an appearance. 

"I'll pay." Harry says, stepping in front of Louis. 

"Let's split it, okay?"

"Okay." And so, they do. After that, they head—with their newly gained room key—to their hotel room. They are shocked at the sight they see once the door is opened. 

"Well, this is... nice." Louis says as his eyes scan his surroundings. The walls are crimson, the carpet is black, and there are red rose petals that match the walls lying on the white bed. 

"They were definitely going for something here." Harry sighs as he swipes some of the petal off the bed and sits. Louis walks over to the table and finds a basket. Inside he finds a disk with multiple suggestive songs on it, bathing necessities, wine, and wine glasses. 

"This is so cheesy." Louis laughs, inspecting the various bath soaps. Harry just laughs and nods, clicking on the tv. Instead of a channel, a fake fire illuminates the screen. Harry tries to change it to an actual channel, but it appears as the fake fire is the only thing the tv is programmed to show. 

When Louis enters the bathroom, he laughs at how small the bathtub is. Why would they supply the room with bath soaps—obviously encouraging people to get frisky in the water—if the tub was barely big enough for one?

"I see why this hotel room was still open. This is terrible!" Harry says as he watches the fake fire dance on the television screen. "And they don't even supply lube. Tsk, tsk." Harry jokes.

"Homophobic pricks." Louis laughs. 

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In a few hours, they are back at their hotel after wandering aimlessly around the city. They decide they should go out to eat somewhere, but they don't know where.

"I'm up for something, like, hot." Louis offers.

"You've got me right here." Harry winks, and Louis smacks his shoulder. 

"Oh! Buffalo Wild Wings!" Louis suggests, obviously excited. 

"Sure, okay, sounds great."

So, Louis looks up directions, and when he finds them the pair walks out into the parking lot. 

"You up for a walk? It's only a few blocks down from here." Louis says and Harry nods. They walk in silence before Harry asks a random question.

"Who's your favorite American football team?" 

"I'm not a big fan of American football." 

"Oh. Well, mine's the Green Bay Packers." Harry smiles. He also rolls up the sleeve of his tshirt to show off his Packer tattoo. 

"You are so stupid." Louis laughs as he inspects Harry's tattoo, though he mostly just notices Harry's arm muscles. 

"It was a dare." Harry pouts. "But they're still my favorite team." Louis just smiles.