Happier With You || Larry Stylinson AU

18

"It is so a word, thank you very much Harold."

"Louis, amazeballs is not a real word. Sorry but you loose."

"You know what? You're stupid. Don't talk to me."

I huffed, a pout on my lips. Sure, I was being a sore loser, but I swear he had a fucking dictionary tucked up his shirt or something. "What ever." Harry laughed at me. "I'm packing this up now, mum and Gems should be back with dinner soon anyways." He began packing up the scrabble board that we'd been sat in front of for the last half hour.

"Thank god, I'm starving!"

"You're always starving. Plus we were literally eating popcorn while playing this."

"So what? I like to eat."

Harry came back over and plopped himself next to me on the sofa. It was only the second day since we'd arrived and everything had been going good so far. Although we had both woke up with aching necks this morning, due to the fact that we had -accidentally - both dozed off while watching a movie that night and woke up in the exact same spots. Let's just say that leather couches aren't the best to sleep on.

"This is nice." Harry sighed, throwing his head back against the couch.

"Wasn't so nice last night."

"No." He laughed. "Not the couch. I mean just being home. Doing nothing and well.. doing nothing."

"Well I'm usually always doing nothing, but I'm enjoying being here too. You're family is pretty sick."

I watched one of his eyes open, one eyebrow raising slightly. "Only because they seem to be more interested in what freaking skin care products you use rather then their son and brother who they haven't seen in a month."

I laughed loudly, throwing an arm around his shoulder and ruffling his hair. "Not my fault I have amazing skin Hazz."

He rolled his eyes but there was a smile plastered over his face.

We both turned away from each other when the front door opened. Gemma announced they were home and we both hurriedly bounded off the couch and to the kitchen. "What'd you two get up to?"

"I bate Lou playing scrabble." Harry said smugly, as if it were actually worth a praise or something.

Anne rolled her eyes. "Don't be offended. He hasn't lost a game of that since he was able to comprehend words."

We all ate our food, Anne and Gemma sharing embarrassing stories about harry as we did so. I had a sore stomach by the end, although I'm not sure if it was from the food or the amount of laughter that had poured out of me.

Harry and I washed up the dishes once everyone had finished eating and Anne began getting ready for bed. "You remember the Anderson's right?"

Harry nodded, drying the last dish and putting it away. "Of course I do. Spent half my childhood at their house." He smiles at a memory.

"Well they're taking their kids to the beach tomorrow, picnic and all. They invited us if you two want t'go."

Harry perked up. "Kids?! Since when?"

"They now have twins. Both four years old. Jane misses you. She always keeps up with your music and everything."

"Aw, well we'd love to go. Right Lou? That's alright yeah?"

I smiled. "Course."

"Alright. Well you two better go get some rest. We're meeting them around 1, so don't sleep in too long."