Desire | Larry Stylinson

Three

Dedication: @niallersgirl890 for the comments and participating in the cover contest! You're so sweet! :)

He was bored and, most of all, lonely.

Louis had been back in London for barely even a week and he was already bored. The first few days were great. He was living the life of eating pizza rolls and playing video games. It was nice to do that for a little while without consequence. However, it got boring. He never thought that he would say it, but Grand Theft Auto quickly got boring after two and a half days. He felt like filth since he hadn't changed out of his t-shirt and boxers since he had gotten back, nor had he showered or shaved. He was sure that he smelled like a dead foot, along with his apartment

He tried to urge himself to go do something, but everything he came up with wouldn't be that fun on his own. He had even caught himself almost grabbing the phone to call Niall to see what he was doing, but then he would realize that Niall was still in New York, living it up with Liam and his perfect cherub, Harry. Louis always got the slightest bit angry when he would think about it, but had to repeat to himself that the only reason that he wasn't included was because he left. It was aggravating though because there was no reason that Louis had to leave. If anyone should've gone, it should've been Harry because he wasn't part of the original squad. He was an add on that only one of them wanted.

Throwing the Playstation controller, Louis padded into the kitchen to grab his last bag of chips and the half empty jar of salsa. He hadn't lived like an actual lazy bum since...well, since ever. He was either workng or playing footie or hanging out with his friends. He was glad that he wasn't like that all of the time because it was so...it wasn't him. It was the opposite of him. He needed a routine. He needed social interaction.

Just as that thought occured to him, there was a firm knock on his front door. His heart leapt, wondering who it could be, but then it sunk because he realized how disgusting he looked and most likely smelled. With a panic, he bounded into his room and grabbed the first pair of the first pair of joggers that he saw on the floor. He hopped as he put them on, trying to get to the door without falling onto his face. He was about to fall into the door, but he caught the knob before he fell too far.

However, as soon as he opened it, he wished that he would've kept it shut.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Louis scoffed in disgust.

"Is this where Louis Tomlinson lives?" Harry asked.

Louis rolled his eyes. "You don't have to be a dick."

"Oh! It's you! I barely recognized you with all of that...excess hair," Harry sassed.

"That was such an amazing joke, I actually forgot what laughing was," Louis smarted off. "Now answer my fucking question. Why the hell are you here? Also, how the hell do you know where I live?"

"I hate to tell you, but unlike Liam and myself, your address is public record," Harry shrugged. "And I'm here because...well, I'm in London and so are you."

"Yes, but why are you at my apartment?" Louis continued to press. He really wasn't in the mood to talk to him.

"Wanted to see if you were interested in going to lunch," Harry suggested nonchalantly. "By the looks of it, you could use some time out of the house."

Louis rolled his eyes. "Oh, piss off. Why would I want to go to lunch with some arsehole that I can't stand and will sit and judge everything I do?"

"Well, excuse me for being the bigger person and extending an olive branch," Harry snorted. "I was offering because I'm sick of constantly fighting with you every time I see you. Why can't we at least get to a civil relationship?"