Happier With You || Larry Stylinson AU

27

I'm currently on a flight to Australia, from wellington (you should know that place?) so I thought I should at least start the next update :))

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Louis

I pulled the bottom of the hoodie up so it sat higher, and rolled the sleeves slightly. It was way to much over sized for me, but it was nice, and cozy, and warm, it was also Harry's. Well- mine; now.

"I love your hoodie, Lou." He spoke from where he was spread out across my bed, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

I shrugged, a small smirk on my lips, "It's alright, I guess."

I guess you're wondering what happened after the whole realisation thing, and if not, well I'm just going to tell you; basically nothing.

Exciting, I know.

Harry and I both fell asleep after talking about anything and everything. We'd even taken the small bed he used out of my room, knowing that he'd just sleep with me. So happy was an understatement of my mood since waking up this morning.

We had yet to leave the room though. It was only 10am and we had both already showered, ready to go out Christmas shopping together.

Harry sighed from his spot, then he began softly singing, "you will find me, in places that we've never been, for reasons we won't understand." He then paused for a second, "o-o-oh, we had some good times didn't we, we wore out hearts out on our sleeves.." He slowly faded out.

I, in the meantime, had stopped breathing. I'd forgotten the fact that he was an international pop star, (kind of) and that he had the ability to sing like a freaking goddess.

"New lyrics?" I questioned, (once I'd found my voice) making his head snap towards my direction.

He cleared his throat, his facial expression showing that he had zoned out. "Yeah, well they're a bit old. Unfinished though." He spoke hesitantly.

"Sounded really good by the way."

He smiled up at me. "Come on then, let's get going."

I adjusted his hoodie once more as we made out way out of the room, making Harry snort while I glared at him. "Shut up. Just because some of us aren't tall ass fucking sky scrapers."

"I see you're being quite extra with your saltiness."

I flipped him off, not being able to fight the small smile off of my face at our bickering. He couldn't see though, he followed behind me, and when I looked back, he had a smile on his lips as he watched the ground. He's so cute.

We both walked down the steps, towards the voices in the kitchen and once we made our presence known, the place went airily quiet. Then we both clicked, looking towards each other as realisation hit us. They still thought we hated each other.

"Um- good morning?" Harry spoke.

Gemma, Anne and my mother watched us skeptically, all replying with hesitant good morning's.