Teach Me (Larry Stylinson)

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I love this story and I'm so inspired by it and I want to finish it and do it justice so I hope you don't mind all of the updates.

When Harry wakes up, his head hurts from crying and his eyes are puffy. Harry stares at the ceiling and he thinks he's probably overstayed his welcome a bit.

Harry sits up and stretches his arms out, inhaling and letting out a small noise of pleasure as his muscles stretch and his back pops.

He runs a hand through his messy hair and then he gets up from the bed. Harry makes the bed, making sure it's all made up before he grabs his clothes and heads out to the hallway.

As Harry steps into the hallway, he runs into Liam. "Oh, hey, good morning." Liam says with a smile. "I was heading up here to tell you, I finished breakfast so go ahead and help yourself."

" 'Morning. I was just about to head out, I cleaned up and made the bed in there, I don't want to overstay my welcome." Harry says clutching his clothes to his chest.

"Don't be silly, you can stay for breakfast, Niall's down there eating so just ask him for a plate and I'll be down in a second." Liam smiles again and then heads down the hall to his room.

Harry slowly makes his way down the stairs, his clothes still in his hands. After a sort of awkward breakfast, Liam walks Harry to his car and Harry finds that he actually likes Liam, he's nice and funny.

When Harry gets home he very slowly cleans up his house. All of the candy and ice cream sundae ingredients go into his pantry, hopefully one Day Louis will come to finish them.

Harry puts away all of his movies and he puts the note Louis left, into his bedside drawer. Harry does his best to keep his thoughts off of Louis, busying himself with work at the bakery.

Thursday rolls around and Louis is stressing over what he's going to wear. He wants to look cute, he wants to look hot, but he also doesn't want to look like he's trying to hard.

Louis had tried to call Harry to ask him for help, but he hadn't answered which really bummed Louis out.

Louis only knew for sure that he'd wear his pair of tight black jeans. He collapses onto his bed in only a pair of boxers and groans.

He picks up his phone to try and call Harry again, after two rings, Harry answers. "Hey I was just about to call you back." Harry is breathing heavily and Louis feels his heart jump.

"Did I interrupt something, again?" Louis asks and this time it really isn't that funny.

"What? Oh no, I was at work, I'm taking a break- you know, lifting, heavy boxes and yeah whatever, did you need something?" Harry stumbles over his words a bit and Louis finds himself relieved at Harry's answer.

"Well you know how I'm going on out with Zayn?"

Harry did know and he wished he didn't. Harry makes a sound of acknowledgement and Louis keeps talking.

"It's tomorrow and I was trying to figure out something to wear and I figured that you've seen enough of me to know what I'd look good in." Louis says, drumming his fingers on his stomach. "So I was just wondering if you knew something I could wear that I'd look really good in."