Vlogging in Styles : The Original | Larry Stylinson ❀

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  This chapter is dedicated to leeds_2011 and to aliya2400  since the two of them gave me this idea. They were both similar so I'm just going to combine them.

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"Hello My Styles," Harry greeted into the recorder, walking into the bathroom and setting the device on the counter.

"Tomlinsuns," Louis immediately argued, following Harry in to the bathroom.

Harry let out a huff as he took a seat in front of the camera. He pulled the other seat out for Louis and eyed him the whole time until Louis sat down and offered him a smile.

"They are called Stylers, deal with it," Harry snapped.

Louis rolled his eyes and leaned over to kiss Harry's lips, laughing when he got shoved away. "Sheesh, whatever."

Harry giggled to himself as he reached over to open the cabinent. He pulled out a box full of makeup and placed it next to the camera. He smiled cheekily as he grabbed the device and switched the view to showcase all the makeup he had.

"Okay, before you guys think anything, this makeup belongs to Louis' sisters," Harry immediately started, placing the camera back on the counter, "They leave it here so they can play dress up with us. I promise we don't use it for fun."

"Some of us don't," Louis muttered under his breath, relaxing in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest.

Harry's eyes widen and turned to look at Louis. He slapped his arm playfully before looking back at the camera, straightening up in his seat and putting his hair up in a bun, "Anyways we are doing the makeup challenge."

"Whoever gave this idea to Harry, you are some real shit holes," Louis complained.

Harry let out a sigh and pressed a hand to his forehead, "Ignore him," he muttered, "But we are going to be doing the chapstick challenge, and Louis before you complain I think you're going to like this one."

"I thought we were doing blind make overs?" He then complained, pouting his lips at Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes and giggled playfully, "Sure, baby. We can do both if you really want to."

Louis smiled triumphly and relaxed in his chair. He brought his arm around to wrap around Harry's shoulders and watched with amusement as he grabbed the box of chapsticks.

Harry then grabbed the blindfold and held it up in one hand while the other held the chapstick, "This challenge is guess which chapstick one of us is wearing. I'm going to blind fold Louis, put the chapstick on my lips, and Louis is going to kiss me to guess what flavor I put on."

Louis' head perked up right away and scooted towards the edge of his seat. Harry turned to hand him the blind fold, but he was immediately stopped when Louis gripped the sides of his face.

Louis leaned forward and pressed a bruising kiss to Harry's lips, moving their mouths together until he tried edging his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry squealed and pulled back, cheeks coated in a warm blush and eyes brighter from the kiss.

"Not yet you creep," he complained.

Louis rolled his eyes and grabbed the blind fold. He placed it over his eyes and allowed Harry to tie it for him. When his eyes were covered, Harry turned Louis until they were facing each other.