Save You Tonight (A Larry Stylinson Love Story)

Too Little, Too Late. (A Larry Stylinson Love Story)

//A.N HEEELLLOOO!! So I have a new story, obviously, Save You Tonight (A Larry Stylinson Love Story). I hope u guys like it! I wanted to do something a little different and I thought, well, I DO ship Larry, and they ARE pretty cute together, so why not? I mean, it's not like they're gonna do anything... Naughty ;) hahah there is one scene that is a little *hem* different, more or less. So don't u EVER think about reporting this story for adult stuff, COS IT DOESN'T GO THAT FAR!! Plus, I've warned u, so YEAH.

I do not own One Directions or any of the amazing boys in it. And Larry Stylinson IS NOT REAL...... Of so Loui n Harry say.... But we all no otherwise XD

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Harry's P.O.V

"Wake up, bed hair!" I yell to my roommate, jumping up and down on his bed. "You have to get up now!"

It had to be at least 11PM at night and Louis had just gone to bed after a huge night of partying. After all, it was his birthday.

"Harry?" he mumbles into the pillow, "What are you doing? I'm pooped!" he wines.

I smile, "You don't need much energy for where I'm taking you, bebz!"

He looks up from the blankets that cover his face and body, smirking, "Going? Going where?" he inquires.

"It's a surprise, boo! I can't tell you." I climb off the bed, hauling him to his feet with me. "Geez, Loui. Sometimes you can be such an asshole."

He playfully puts a hand over his heart and flinches back, pretending to be hurt, "How could you, Harry? That was very mean of you to say that. I'm scarred for life."

I stop, turn around and give him a quick hug before turning away again, basically dragging him out the door. "Better? Now let's leave!" I insist.

I hear him humph, making me grin, and continue out the front door of our flat and into the parking lot.

"Why are you taking me somewhere?" he asks me once we're in the car.

"Because it's your birthday. I just wanted it to be you and me for tonight."

I turn the keys and the engine roars to life.

Loui turns to look at me with questioning eyes, "And we couldn't do something in the apartment?"

I look back at him, and me being me with the dirty mind, I wink.

He playfully slaps me on the arm, "No, I'm serious. Why did you have to force me out of my bed? And does anyone even know that we're out, or where we're going?"

I shake my head and pull out of the parking lot and onto the road, "Nope. Just a trip for you and I. No one has to know."

He mumbles (The loudest a mumble can go, anyway.), "Nothing good can come of this. Someone will find out and blame me for being the older out of the two morons."

I turn right, "Sorry, what was that, Mr. Tomlinson?"

"Nothing!" he replies a little too quickly.

I smile, "That's what I thought I heard."

* * *

Around fifteen minutes later, I pull up to a beach off the coast of California. The full moon beautifully reflects its pure white circle into the black sea, wobbling like a jellyfish. To add to the scenary, we're completely isolated from anywhere by trees, with a bench waiting in front of us, beautifully lit with candles.

Earlier I had arranged for people to set a table in front of it and prepare a feast for each of us.

Loui looked at me, "What? You did this? For me?"