fuckboy || Larry Stylinson

Chapter twenty three

Harry: I'm making toast

Louis: Noo, I told you I wanted waffles...

Harry: I don't know how to make waffles, Lou

Louis: You got a phone don't you? Search it up

Harry: Sounds like a lot of work.

Louis: The time you used by saying all this, would have resulted in you knowing how to make waffles by now.

Harry: ...

Harry: I got a better idea. Why don't you get your pretty ass out of bed and come downstairs to help me?

Louis: Hm. I'm pretty comfortable right now.

Harry: Hm. I'm pretty frustrated right now.

Louis: It's like making pancakes

Harry: Well, what if I don't know how to make pancakes either?

Louis: Have you never been in a kitchen before?

Harry: I'm standing in one right now

Louis: You know what I mean. But ok. Let me grab something to wear first.

Harry: Well, you can always not put on clothes and come down here in your underwear? I would find that very helpful.

Louis: Oh really? How's that helpful??

Harry: I'm not sure yet. Why don't you come down so we can find out?

Louis: I'm putting clothes on

Harry: You're no fun...

Louis: Excuse me?? That's not true

Harry: You're not proving yourself wrong.

Harry: I'm in my underwear. I'm having a blast

Louis: You are?

Harry: Yea. What's sexier than a man in his underwear, making fucking complicated waffles?

Louis: Hm, it is hot.

Harry: ;)

Harry: And... I'm making you waffles. That's the least you can do

Louis: I thought a kiss on the lips would be enough?

Harry: Really? You obviously don't know me well if you think only that will satisfy me.

Louis: You win. But only this time. You're lucky my family decided to spend the night at my grandparent's place.

Harry: Pff, like your family would stop me from walking around here half naked.

Louis: I thought you would say that.

Harry: ;) Come down, babe

Note!
Omg I was on Harry's concert in Stockholm! I was AMAZING!! I still got depression because of the fact that it's over...