Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

F o r t y - f i v e

It's been three hours since Louis last been to Danielle's mansion.

He's currently in his shabby BUT homey flat, contemplating if he should go to Harry's invite and watching 'Friends' with—as usual—Zayn. You'll see him everywhere with Louis since they're practically inseparable and they're in the same house too—so that's that.

Louis starts the conversation by asking a question.

"I mean, who even is Tom Holland?" Louis asks sarcastically as he sees Harry's current so called "boyfriend" on google.

"I don't know but I've heard of his dad. They're loaded." Zayn answers from the kitchen. He's trying to screw on the new shelves...since the old ones broke down because of how tacky it was. They bought it in a garage sale—it's probably why the owners sold it in the first place.

"I think they own a huge company like you know—real estate shit. I don't know—but they're rich." Zayn adds.

Louis clicks on the link where more info about Tom is located. He reads the whole wikipedia site that has written paragraphs about this prick. He can't believe people have the time to write about irrelevant people like him. He shakes his head disappointingly.

He sees the several movies where Tom was in. Crazy, he's watched a couple of them but he never noticed a face familiar to Tom's.

He looks at the bottom right and sees an occupation list. He clicks on it and discovers that the lad also models.

"Well, fuck me. He models too? The guy doesn't even have the looks for it." Louis grunts, grimacing on the phone's screen when he accidentally clicks on a topless Calvin Klein photoshoot of his. "I bet I'd look better posing naked." he whispers.

Zayn walks over to Louis while holding a mug filled with hot cocoa, taking a quick break from screwing on the shelves. "Let me see." Zayn says as Louis turns his phone to Zayn, peeking at the picture.

"Well he does have a great body. I think that helps."

Louis glares at him. Zayn looks at him confusingly. "What? I only said the truth."

"I'm trying to play a confident role here and you're kind of not helping."

Zayn sits beside him and pats his thigh, "well, I think you're pretty cool too." He laughs, "don't be insecure, Loubear! No one can steal the spotlight from you. You'll always be the hottest lad out there and—" Zayn says in a mocking childish tone.

"Oi, fuck off." Louis hits Zayn's arm. "You're overdoing it." Louis ducks his head and puts his phone down.

He sighs, "now I feel like a douchebag."

Zayn sips from the mug and places it down, opening his phone to view his notifs. "Why?"

"Well, first of all I'm being way too cocky." Louis changes his sitting position and crosses his legs, tucking his socked feet under him.

"I'm not like this—and I think I'm only doing this to make myself feel better, Z." Louis bites his lower lip.

"I think it's quite obvious that I like Harry, right? I mean, I know it seems way too fast but I've liked him ever since we were little and I was oblivious." Zayn nods, listening.

"I know it's also weird that it's like love at first sight—like we've never seen each other in such a long time and suddenly I already have somehow formed a little crush on him? I don't know but I just really like him."

"I just don't think I stand a chance." Louis admits.

Zayn softens, "Lou, don't be too hard on yourself. There are other ways for a person to like you. Being rich isn't really the only factor for someone to like you—well—uh-unless Harry's a gold digger."