Just Another Prank (A One Direction/Larry Stylinson Fan Fic)

Chapter Thirteen

Long chapter! WOOO!

Also, this is where the Glee quotes come in. I made up some other ones, but their not nearly as good as Sue's or Santana's :)

-Challen

Harry

            Try as I might, I couldn’t sleep that night; not after that fight with Louis. Sure, we had kissed and made up almost immediately after it happened, but all the things he had said still bothered me. And the worst part was that I knew he was right—I did act manlier than him, but only because I loved him so much. I always felt this fierce need to make sure nothing hurt him, and I suppose what little manliness I possessed came out in times like that. I couldn’t find the words to tell him this, though. So I settled for watching him sleep and counting the raindrops outside, wondering if the sun would find the courage to break through the clouds and brighten up our dank thoughts.

            5:30 rolled around and I was still awake, my brain almost dead with exhaustion. I was just considering getting drunk enough to make myself pass out when Piper snuck into the living room, obviously not expecting us to still be in Zayn’s flat. I grinned mischievously.  

            “Good morning,” I said casually.

            She squealed and jumped, putting a hand over her heart. “Good God, Haz, don’t do that to me!” Then, as if she had suddenly remembered her words the previous day, her face fell. “Listen, about yesterday….I’m really sorry.”

            I waved away her apology. “It’s fine. You were obviously upset about something else, and I understand how easy it is to snap when you’re pissed. But even if you don’t want to talk about it with us, you should tell Niall what’s going on. He really hates to see you upset. I have strong suspicion that he cried all day yesterday.”

            She winced. “Crap, really?”

            “Well, he was in Zayn’s room the whole day. He didn’t eat lunch or dinner, either. He wouldn’t even let him in to sleep—Zayn and Liam had to crash on the floor.” I pointed to their two sleeping figures where they rested in front of the couch, careful to use that hand that wasn’t intertwined with Louis’. “We only got the couch because I’m still ‘injured’, as they put it.”

            She sighed. “Damn. I’ll definitely have to go talk to him, then. But first, I make you guys a special ‘I’m sorry for acting like a psycho bitch’ breakfast.”

            “Really?” I raised my eyebrows. “What were you planning on making? Pancakes?”

            “Yeah. Why? What’s wrong with pancakes?” she asked defensively.

            I held my hands up innocently. “Nothing, nothing. I’m just guessing that’s all you know how to make.”

            A flush spread across her cheeks. “So what? Lots of people only know how to cook certain foods. It’s not a big deal. And for your information, I also make a mean grilled cheese.”

            I chuckled. “I don’t doubt it, and that’s all true. But if you wanted to make something a little more….complex, shall we say, I can offer you my talents.”

            “Oh, you can offer me your talents?” She crossed her arms, amusement clear on her face. “I’m think I’m going to have to ask you to prove these talents, Mr. Cocky.”

            I smiled, disentangling myself gently from Louis’ sleeping frame. “Move aside, Ms. Cortez. I’m about to show you how to cook with style.”