YouTube ➸ Larry Stylinson

24 - Weird Questions

When Louis wakes up, it's three in the morning and Harry's body is draped over Louis like a blanket. He tries to fall back asleep, but he can't—not with the pressure of Harry on his chest, the air conditioner running loudly in the background, and how damn sweaty and disgusting his body feels from laying here. So, he gently pushes Harry off—Harry makes a kind of grunt slash whine noise, but doesn't awaken—and he gets into the shower. It may be only three in the morning, but who cares?

He takes a cold shower, which is unusual for him because his showers are usually scalding hot, but he likes that he isn't so sweaty anymore after he gets out. After he does get out, however, he doesn't know what to do. 

He resorts to playing FIFA and trying to keep quiet while Harry sleeps. It's not successful, because as it nears five, Louis is getting more and more frustrated. 

"You wanker!" Louis yells as the telly. He then realizes how early it is and clamps his hand over his mouth, looking to Harry to see if he's woken up—he hasn't.

Louis sighs and looks back at the game, to realize that the other team scored while he was distracted. 

"This was your plan, wasn't it, you cunts?!" Louis accuses loudly, and he hears a groan on the other side of the room. 

"Lou, what time is it?" Harry mumbles, his morning voice rumbling through the room. 

"Umm," Louis glances at the clock. "Five-eighteen."

"In the morning?"

"In the morning." Louis agrees. 

"Why the hell are you awake?" Harry asks, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

"Jetlag. I couldn't fall back to sleep."

"Makes sense. But, why the swearing at the tv?" Harry glances pointedly and the screen. 

"I got mad." Louis shrugs, nonchalant. 

"Okay." Harry says, and his head audibly drops back down onto the pillow. He's back to sleep within a few moments. 

Louis turns back to his game, not realizing how much time is passing until Harry wakes up again at nine. 

"Holy shit, you've been playing that for, like, five hours?" Harry asks as he sits up and tosses the blanket off his legs.

"Maybe.." Louis blushes, turning off the console. He then goes and pours himself some cereal, Harry following suit. 

They sit on Louis' couch, just eating cereal and watching the news. (In which, they aren't really interested in, but, whatever.)

"Hey, let's make a video!" Harry suggests, excitedly. 

"Uhm, about what?" Louis scratches the back of his neck before finishing his cereal. "Because, I really don't want to leave the apartment. I'm a lazy ass motherfucker, okay?"

"You think I didn't know that?" Harry teases and Louis pouts. 

"Screw off." Louis says before bringing his bowl into the kitchen and putting it in the sink. 

"We should do the weird questions tag!" Harry calls from the living room with a laugh. 

"Uh, okay." Louis responds, setting up his camera on a tripod in front of the couch. Then, he puts on some decent looking clothes and puts on a beanie because his hair would not cooperate. Harry, on the other hand, doesn't get ready at all—like, he still has his pajamas on and bedhead—but, he still looks like a fucking god, in Louis' eyes. 

"Hello, my people!" Louis says to the camera after he and Harry had gotten out his stage lights and set them up. "I'm here with,"

"Harry Styles!" Harry chimes in.

"And, if you don't know who he is, you probably have been living in a hole." Louis shrugs. "Anyway, we're doing the weird questions tag. Isn't that such a creative tag name?" Louis says, partly to Harry, partly to the camera, and partly to himself. 

"The first question is: What's a nickname only your family calls you?" Harry says. 

"My mum calls me... uh, Boobear." Louis says quickly and quietly, hoping Harry wouldn't hear it. 

"Boobear? That's cute. My family calls me idiot," Harry jokes. "But, not only my family calls me that."

Louis chuckles, then continues. "What's a weird habit of yours?"

"I, like, always am telling jokes. Like, the cheesy ones? You know what I'm talking about, Lou." Harry says. "Sometimes they just come subconsciously, like, I say them and then I realize what I just said and.. ugh." Harry facepalms. 

"What's a song you secretly love to blast and belt out when you're alone?" Louis pauses. "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun." he answers with a straight face. Harry eyes him for a moment before breaking out into a fit of laughter, causing Louis to crack a smile. 

"What's the drink you always order at Starbucks?" Harry asks with an arched eyebrow. 

"Ohh, my, gaaaaawd. Like, I always have a tall half-skinny half-1 percent extra hot split quad shot latte with whip, extra hot." Louis says in a fast and faux high pitched voice. 

"You didn't just..." Harry stares at him with wide eyes.

"I did." Louis replies with smirk. 

"Um, okay. I... I don't know what I order at Starbucks. I never go."

"Two different kinds of people." Louis tsks. "Anyway,  do you have any 'weird' body 'skills'?"

"I can... uh, I can do.. this." Harry says, looking at the camera. Then, he sticks out his tongue, and it's shaped like a clover. 

"Woah, what the hell?" Louis says as he looks at his boyfriend's tongue. It's rolled three times rather than the usual one. "I can do this." Louis says before making armpit farting sounds. 

"Wow, such talent." Harry claps. 

"Shut up." Louis replies. "I'm sorry that I don't have a mutant tongue." 

"Hey.."

"So, this has been Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles. Well, bye!" Louis laughs as he ends the video, looking at Harry, whom has his arms crossed over his chest and is giving Louis the death glare.

"You sure enjoyed this mutant tongue when it was wrapped around your—"

"Oh my god." Louis cuts Harry off, a bright red blush appearing on his face.

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ok as some people have pointed out, i really don't know much about how the whole 'youtuber' think works? like, i know they get paid and stuff but, like, idk. i just hope it's not annoying you guys that i don't really put much detail into that? 

i tried looking it up and found nothing so i tried???

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