Picture Perfect | Larry Stylinson

Thirteen

Dedication: @harriet_tomlinson427 for the sweet comment last chapter! It really means a lot and I'm glad that you love the story!  Ilysm! :)

After the long twelve hour day they had shooting, Harry was relieved to be going back to his hotel. Not only that, but he felt like the day had just crawled by slower than a turtle because he was looking forward to spending his final night in Spain with Louis. He was trying to think of things that they could do without getting spotted by the paparazzi. In his head, he somewhat cursed Louis for releasing a song and going off about having a thing for Harry because that made him a hot ticket for the media, especially if he was spotted with Harry. But it was all a sweet gesture looking back at it, which made Harry happy. They could work with it. They would go on a date and enjoy the beautiful and romantic country, even if it meant they had to do it in disguise.

Once Harry got to his room, he knocked gently and stuck the keycard into the slot. He opened the door, a bright smile on his face. Louis was standing above his suitcase on the bed, folding the articles of clothing and putting them back into the suitcase.

"Hey, Lou," Harry greeted.

Louis looked up, his features brightening up. "Hey. You're finally home. I thought you'd left me."

"Leave you? What would make you think that?" Harry laughed, setting his things down on the dresser.

"It was so bloody clean in here when I woke up this morning. There wasn't a trace of you. I was scared that you had bolted just to make a fool of me," he admitted. "But then I opened the closet and saw your frilly wardrobe."

"Surprised you didn't call in a panic," Harry laughed. "Just so you know, I would never do something that shitty to someone unless they were right shitty to me."

"Good. I shouldn't have to worry then," Louis said, flashing him a quick smile.

"So, is that why you're packing your things?" he asked. "You do know that we don't leave until mid-morning tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah, I know. I was just picking out my clothes," he said nonchalantly.

"Louis Tomlinson picking out his clothes fifteen hours before he wakes up? Never would've pinned you as the type," Harry smirked.

"Oh, I'm definitely not. I usually just find something that looks good and throw it on about half an hour before I have to go unless it's something formal. Then I give it an hour," he confessed flatly, looking at Harry with the most serious expression.

"What are you picking your clothes out for then? Trying something new?" Harry wondered, giving a bit of a laugh at the end of his sentence.

"Hmm, no. I actually had something planned," Louis hummed.

"Plans? All the way in Spain?" Harry deadpanned, shocked that Louis had any type of plans. Had he been planning this for a while?

"Yeah, actually. I wasn't going to tell you, but I have a date with this guy," he responded. "He's pretty fit. Charming too. Has a tendency to be a little fiesty. There's also this sense of innocence about him, despite having done some not so innocent stuff. That's a real turn on."

"Sounds like a catch," Harry shrugged.

"He is actually. I think you two would get on pretty well," Louis continued. "Maybe if all works out, I'll bring him to meet you sometime."

"That would be a bit of a dick thing to do though, wouldn't it? Being I confessed my feelings for you and that not even twenty-four hours ago," Harry pointed out.

Louis stepped away from his suitcase and went in front of Harry, placing his hands firmly on Harry's hips, pulling him towards him so the tips of their noses were just barely brushing together. "Hmm, you might be right. I wonder if he has a jealous streak in him."