taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ✔️

BONUS

[NOTE: hi. woah, what? what the hell do u mean the book is over and you're already gone? goddamnit...  well. i love this book so much and i always will so i decided to make another chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!thanks for 400k read yall wildin]

"Harry, you look ridiculous."

"I think I look pretty darn spoopy cool, if I do say so myself."

Louis blinks twice in a row and forces open the fridge, watching from the corner of his eye as Harry readjust the blue bow in his hair in the mini mirror hanging on the kitchen wall. "I'm afraid that you're more excited for Halloween than the students will be. It was nice of you to convince Plowser to give them this day off."

"They deserve to express themselves in the best way they can! I'm just hoping no one dresses in anything crazy... like cultures that shouldn't be used as a costume because it most definitely isn't and-" Harry smooths out his blue blazer and scoffs, causing Louis to snort with adoration. "Anyways, where is the costume I bought you? You told me that you'd wear it! You're supposed to be the J.D to my Veronica at your dad's party!"

"You see," began Louis, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, along with his lunch bag that Harry made last night for him (mainly because Louis found himself struggling to remember when to eat since he's super fucking lazy), "I simply refuse to dress up a guy who planned to bomb an entire school because of his troubled childhood and fucked up father, though he sounds like me when I was in high school. Why can't we be Harry and Louis? A much better love story. A two year romance."

"I mean, yeah, but..." Harry pouts and turns around so that he's facing Louis, who's taking a tentative sip of his water with an amused look swimming in his blue eyes, and it makes Harry wanna do back-flips. "It's still cute. Dressing up for Halloween is fun. Haven't you dressed up before? I bet you did something sexy... like a librarian..."

Louis almost chokes on his water at the serious tone in Harry's voice, breaking out into fits of laughter as Harry stands in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest. "A librarian is sexy? God, Harry, now I know why you enjoyed this teacher trope the writer of our lives set up for us. I was myself for every Halloween because we didn't participate in it. My mother didn't like the idea of some random adult giving me things to eat."

"Reasonable."

"Extremely," answers Louis, then grabs his car keys from off of the counter with haste. "We're gonna be late talking about this. Let's go, my sweet Veronica. You should've worn a skirt instead of skinny jeans though, just saying."

Harry grabs his satchel and rolls his eyes, but his cheeks are burning red as he walks toward the door. Of course, he wanted to wear a skirt, but he didn't really have time for picking out wedgies in the middle of a dinner party full of rich white guys - no can do! "You know I got Ashton, Melanie and Brendon to be the Heathers? We're going to win the fuck out of this costume contest at the bar tonight! You could have been apart of this."

"Oh, how sad," says Louis monotonously, shutting their door behind him. "I'll be too drained to do anything after this dinner party anyway."

Harry bumps hips with Louis, who leans slightly before forcing himself to stand upright. "Oh, no. You're getting into the Halloween spirit. You have to come with me! What if I get into a bar fight? Huh? Brendon and Melanie will probably be sucking faces, while Ashton will try to mediate and deliberately fail at it. I need my big, strong hero." Louis makes a face and Harry smiles brightly. "That's you."

"I figured."

"Come?" Harry whispers in Louis' ear as they stop in front of the passengers side of Louis' car, his shoulder leaning against the exterior. "I'll give you the... spoopy surprise."