Happier With You || Larry Stylinson AU

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You could say I was a bit ashamed with myself...

Actually no, that was such an under exaggeration, because right now I sort of wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out.

I also felt horrible for ever thinking Harry would just ignore me like I had first, so stupidly assumed, I felt so bad because the situation was the complete opposite of what I had originally thought.

Sorry, I'm probably being confusing as fuck, so I'll explain a little further.

Okay, so you know how I'm basically a pig and my room is usually really, really messy? Not usually, I mean like, constantly. Well I was just laying on the green covers of my bed that I had just lazily made, Niall and I had just finished eating pizza so the box was left lazily on the ground, it was really good pizza- wait no, I'm going off topic. So my mother decided to pop her head through the door, literally cringing at the state of my room. So being the great mum she is, threatened me to clean it spotless other wise she wouldn't feed me. I knew she didn't mean it, but come on, I was still a little scared. I just couldn't have that, so I spent the next three hours trying to do anything else apart from the one thing I needed to do, then finally got off my ass to actually do it.

Just as I was almost finished, I began the last task, which was basically just moving the items around on my desk to actually make it look a bit clean. Just as I was about to place the books that had piled up over time under my bed, I spotted a white piece of paper, the neat writing catching my attention.

I picked it up, noticing it was still in perfect condition due to the fact that I never actually use the desk that was designed for homework, the text it contained made me want to cry of happiness and like I said, crawl under a rock and never come out.

Hey Lou, sorry I'm saying goodbye like this, you just looked so
peaceful and I didn't want to wake you.
My manager called and I have to leave early, please don't be mad :(
Call me when you see this, I'll miss you
-H xx

So now you understand why I'm probably acting like I should be sent to a mental institution. I ditch the whole idea of the first task and dive across my bed to where my phone is plugged in. I feel like the extra few second I could waste of not calling him will make the whole situation worse and yeah, I makes no sense in my own head as well, so you're not the only lost one.

My hands fumble with the object, I feel like I'm sweating as I mindlessly scroll through the very few contacts, clicking the one that I had constantly been staring at since the last time I'd seen the guy. I don't allow my self to think about what I'm about to do any longer, knowing that I'd probably chicken out at the first chance I got.

I fidget with the hem of my shirt and I can feel my hands becoming covered in sweat as I hear the the beeping that indicates its waiting for him to answer.

"louis?" the hesitant voice comes through the line, sounding scared almost.

"hazz, I'm so sorry I just found your note, oh my god- i'm sorry I thought you didn't want to talk to me or something- oh god, god I'm so stupid" I hold my breath as I wait for a reply, and all I hear is a quiet, relief fulled laugh which makes me smile the way I hadn't in the last few weeks.

"so you're saying I spent the last couple weeks freaking my shit for no reason?" he says jokingly, I laugh in response I can somehow feel his smile through the line. "oh you're not the only one. I almost cried when I saw the note"

I hear his laugh in the background and I don't mention that although I sort of said it in a joking matter, I actually did almost cry. "god I miss you Lou"

That sentence makes my entire fucking body melt of fondness and something else that I can't quite decipher, he finished with a heavy breath and now I realised I really did want to cry and I don't even have a specific reason why. So I decide to put what I'm feeling into a short, but hopefully meaningful sentence. "I can't even fucking explain how much I miss you hazz"

The line goes silent for a moment and I can hear Harry's voice, talking to someone else. There's shuffling, then a bit more talking, and then I hear the most angelic sound that my eardrums have ever had the pleasure of hearing. Harry giggles, sounding excited, and I have to cover my mouth quickly to stop my self from 'aw'ing, I don't think I'd ever be able to get that out of my head.

"you alright hazz?" I laugh fondly. "I'm coming to see you Lou, I'll be there in a few hours"

And with that, I let out the most masculine sound that I've ever made. Okay, so maybe it was literally the definition of flamboyant but I couldn't care less right now. "YES, YAY- OKA- okay, I'll see you later!" I almost squeal and holey fuck what is happening to me?

He takes his time saying goodbye and I swear he is doing it on purpose knowing that I can't wait to see him.

Little shit.

"I hate you"

"That's why you drove three hours to see me"

"fuck you"

I laugh loudly at the pouting boy laying next to me. "You're to cute hazz" I say, brushing a few curls off of his forehead. "I am not cute, I am the definition of manly"

He continues to attempt to defend him self and when I realise he won't be giving in anytime I laugh. "What ever you say Hazza"

"I'm masculine, I promise!"

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