I Hate My Stepbrother (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 5-Icecream & Irishmen

Walking with Harry to the Icecream parlor is a real pain. He kept going on, and on, and on, about stupid footballl crap I cared nothing about.

So, I just keep nodding my head giving him a couple of 'mhm, sounds nice' every few minutes whilst on my phone tumbling. Tumblr is like my life. I don't think I could live without reblogging something (A/N Follow me on Tumblr! LouisTombumlinson)

"And then I kicked the ball past the other team's goalie and it was so sick!" He yelled making me jump. "Everyone was yelling 'STYLES! STYLES! STYLES!'. It was the best day of my life." 

"Yeah? Well I can't wait to be cheering on the sidelines with my little skirt on the next game." I purred at him looking up from my phone just in time to see his eyes rolling.

"What makes you think you can be a cheerleader?" I came very close to his ear and whispered "I'm very, very flexible." I chuckled when I heard him groan. "Louis can you not?" 

"Welp, can't exactly change my whorish ways now can I?" I smirked at him. "Oh will you please get over that? I said I was sorry." He said pushing through the door of the Icecream parlor. I guess I was too into my phone to realize that we were here. 

The Icecream parlor was called 'Munchies' and it was by far the cutest place I've ever been. I'm pretty sure my eyes lit up like a child at a toy store seeing all the different icecreams, gelatos, sorbets and frozen yogurts.

"You like?" Harry asked with a smirk when I nodded happily up and down.

I reached down to get the money out of my purse, to see how much I could get because these desserts were expensive until a soft hand touched mine making me look up. 

"Get as much as you want, it's on me." Harry said reaching back and putting his hands in his pockets. "Really? Are you sure? I mean, I have money and I don't want to be any trouble-"

"It's fine, princess." He mumbled. "I'll go get us a booth then, order me anything I like all flavors. Except pistachio, it's the worst." He made a face before sitting down in a booth at the back of the shop by the window. 

I looked at the menu above the flavors showing all the items they had. Strawberry shortcake is what caught my eye. 

A brown haired girl with a red and white 'Munchies ' uniform came up behind the counter.

"What would you like to order sir?" She asked making me bite back rolling my eyes as she giggled because I don't really dress as much as a 'sir' would if you know what I mean. 

"Um, could I have two strawberry short cakes with a waffle cone please?" I asked. 

"Coming right up!" She said in a cheery voice scooping up our icecream into the cones, and putting a light blue napkin over them. 

"Thank you." I smiled before walking in the back of the parlor with the cones in my hands.

"Here you go, curly." I said giving Harry and sitting down across from him. He was playing on his phone and mumbled a 'thanks' before looking out of the window of the parlor.

"Hey Nialler!" I heard Harry scream making me flinch behind my phone.  I saw a cute blondie laughing through the window.

The bell to the door of the icecream parlor rang and I heard a loud scream of "Hazza!" as a giddy young irish blonde (Nialler, I guess?) hopped over to our booth pushing Harry over and engaging in conversation.

I shrugged and continued on my phone going to Zac Efron's twitter.

I only stopped momentarily when I heard "Who's the sexy cross dresser?" I looked up and was met with a pair of crystal blues. I winked before saying "Louis." With a smirk.

Harry rolled his eyes in the background. "He's the son of the women my dad married."

"Well he is sexy." He said moving into my side of the booth. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

But I did what he wouldn't have expected and hopped into his lap making him groan.

"With a big ass I see." He smirked pulling me back into his chest making me giggle. I wiggled my bum into his lap and looked up to see Harry glaring at us.

"Okay, okay. Enough of that." Harry said getting up and pushing me off his lap.

Well, someone's a jealous brother.