Not all fans are girls! (Larry stylinson)

Chapter 26

Louis' p.o.v

A knock at the door startled me from my slumber. Who would be knocking on my door at this time of morning? If it is important they would knock again.

Well one thing was for sure....it must have been important because it was continuous knocking that echoed through our large house. Groaning, I removed myself from harry, kissing his forehead and pulled the doona over him. I pulled on a pair of sweats that were lying on the ground and exited the room, stumbling sleepily over my feet in the process.

The knocking hadn't yet ceased, in which I was growing more irritated by the second.

Flinging the door open almost aggressively I was met by three idiots grinning and waving me.

"What do you want?"

"Well hello to you to" Niall rolled his eyes.

"Morning, now what-" I was cut off by them all pushing past me, leaving me dumbfounded in the doorway. Why do they have to be here now?

I shut the door and followed them into the kitchen, where they were seated at the island bench.

"So why are you here?" I knew that harry would love a cup of tea when. He woke up, especially since I wouldn't be found snuggled up next to him in bed.

"We just came to see how you all were" Liam shrugged.

"And I wanted to apologise to harry for hitting him" Zayn mumbled.

"Yeah, he thinks you want him dead" a guilty look spread across zayns face. But it was true, harry used to tell me, every time we would talk about Zayn that he wants him dead. I had to laugh each time because Zayn would never do something like that to someone...except harry, which was a complete misunderstanding.

"Where is he?"

"In bed still, now what do you want? We have Yorkshire, Yorkshire or Yorkshire?"

"We will all go with Yorkshire" Liam chuckled.

"Good choice" I handed a steaming hot cup to each lad and stood against the bench facing the boys.

"Have you talked to management yet Lou?" Liam asked.

"I talked to Simon and he is fine with it, but he said that he has organised a meeting for me and harry either today or tomorrow, I'm not quite sure"

"How's harry settling in?"

"He's been pretty good, I think if we give it a few more days he will be hit pretty hard with homesickness" my stomach churned at the thought of seeing harry upset.

"He's tough, he will be fine" Niall assured.

The light patter of feet made me snap my head towards the kitchen entrance. Harry eventually emerged, his hair looked like a lions mane and he was in a pair of my basketball shorts.

"Morning" his raspy voice just made my heart flutter. His hands rubbed at his sleepy jade eyes while his mouth suppressed a small yarn.

"Morning babe" I wrapped my arms around his large frame and held him captive between me and the bench. He hadn't yet acknowledged the fact that Liam, Niall and Zayn were siting opposite him. His lanky fingers picked up my cup and pressed the rim to his mouth, taking a sip.

"That was mine you know" I chuckled, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

He shrugged and took another sip "mine now"

"I was about to make you a some tea"

"Well you have this one, I'll have the fresh one" a dimpled smile spread across his gorgeous face. Never the less, I poured another cup for harry since I love him dearly and handed it to him, taking the half empty cup in return.