strangers ☤ (larry stylinson)

twenty three

hstylesxo: u shall pick me up at 7 bc north london isn't that far from us dummy

hstylesxo: were in EAST (a/n: repping the ends i'm from east london)

zayn: ill pick you up at 5 cos there's traffic

hstylesxo: you'll pick me up at 6 cause i'm still not ready yet

zayn: oh for fucks sake harry

hstylesxo: i thought you loved me

zayn: 5:30

hstylesxo: deal

hstylesxo: should i wear a skirt

zayn: if you do i'll love you forever

zayn: and so will louis

hstylesxo: is everything set tho

zayn: yes harry, the hotel is booked, i've got the fake ids i've got the condoms and have got the lube were all good

hstylesxo: what if he doesn't like me

zayn: he will now stfu i'm downstairs

hstylesxo: i hate what i'm wearing but fine let's go

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hstylesxo: meow

-tommo: hey pretty boy, are you at the club

hstylesxo: mmhm are you coming back to the hotel with us, we have separate rooms

-tommo: do you want me to?

hstylesxo: yes please i wanna cuddle with you

-tommo: you're so cute

-tommo: what hotel are you guys going to

hstylesxo: caroline? carolinA idk

-tommo: ahh i know where that one is text me when i should come down

hstylesxo: okayy

harry put his phone back in his pocket, hopping off of the bar stool and wondering around to look for his friend.

zayn wouldn't leave him in a place like this.

after about five minutes of searching, harry began to get worried. he didn't know where zayn was and he didn't wanna leave the place without him but it was looking like he might have to. so he made his way over to the exit.

on the way over, he was almost ready to turn around and throw hands once he felt someone lightly slap his arse. he knew he shouldn't have worn a skirt.

"listen dickhead—" harry spun around only to be faced with those blue eyes he had only previously seen through photos saved on his phone.

"louis!" he jumped into the older's arms. "damn, you're even prettier in person." the aforementioned man chuckled, wrapping his arms around harry's waist.

"how did you know i was here?" harry asked once he was put down. he really wanted to know actually, because zayn was nowhere to be seen and also because he just wanted to keep the conversation going.

"zayn told me. he's back at the hotel by the way." oh.

"all three of us are staying at the hotel? i thought it was just us." harry frowned. he wasn't saying he was expecting anything to happen, but he wouldn't be opposed if it did.

"he's got a separate room to us. why? what did you have in mind?"

harry blushed. fuck. he didn't exactly know the answer to that himself. louis leaned in to whisper in harry's ear. "what do you want me to do to you, harold." and harry couldn't stop the whimper that he let out as soon as louis whispered those words. he could only manage to get out a quiet "anything" that louis struggled to hear above the loud music pumping through the club. but it was enough for him to drag harry out and towards his car.

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get ready for the next chapter ;)

i was gonna update this sooner but i've got writers block for literally every fic and it sucks so bad but like i don't mind if y'all yell at me to update cos ay that makes me feel wanted ig also i did something and now my whole right hand hurts so it's been hard to type and i've been traumatised cos louis didn't tweet harry for his bday.

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