Never Knew I Needed - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 4

[A/N] Hello, brothers! Even if you're a girl... I'm still gonna call you a brutha. Cause it's what I do. Now... in this chapter there's gonna be a texting conversation... sorry if I annoy you with it, but I needed something to kill time for CERTAIN REASONS that you'll just have to read to try and figure out. Alright. Yeah. So... read. But only if you wanna.

My shower did nothing to help my stress. All I ended up doing was using the rest of my shampoo and getting body wash in my eye. So I climbed out of the shower a dripping, scowling mess, threw a towel around my waist, and stalked down the hall to my room. I really didn't want to be hassled by clothing, so I simply slipped on a fresh pair of boxers and some blue sweats before heading back into the living room.

Liam and Harry were cleaning the kitchen. Good for Liam. He got the cleaning buddy that I wouldn't ever be. I curled my lip up in disgust and slumped onto the couch. I didn't feel like watching the telly, and I was far too awake to sleep. I found myself wishing Zayn would return soon so he could pull pranks on Liam and Niall with me. Then I remembered we could prank Harry now, and he would be completely unsuspecting. With that, I leaped from my spot on my couch and dashed to my room to retrieve my phone.

Liam frowned at me when I re-entered the living room, "Who are you texting?"

"Zayn and Niall," I replied cheekily.

"Don't tell them about Harry, here, just yet... we'll just introduce him to them in person," Liam told me, turning back to scrubbing dishes in the sink.

I glared at the curly boy that was scrubbing the table, "Why?"

"Because you'll only confuse them. Let them meet Harry first," Liam laughed.

"What if that doesn't help? I've known Harry for nearly 24 hours now, and I'm still not fond of him."

Liam turned completely around, prepared to snap at me when Harry shrugged and said, "That's alright... my old room mate said I had a very unlikable personality."

"He told you that?" Liam gaped at him. "Did you act differently towards your room mate then how you act towards us?"

I sighed, leaving the room to go put my phone back on my bed since I couldn't tell Zayn and Niall what I had planned on telling them. When I came back, they were still discussing Harry's old room mate.

"I guess I was a tad more frightened of him," Harry moved to wipe down the cabinets, and I sat down at the table and nearly propped my feet up, but Harry had the table glistening and I figured I'd be generous.

"Was he a serial killer?" I asked.

"No," Harry said simply, not furthering into his room mates occupation. This made me curious.

"What'd he do then?" I asked, fighting a smirk.

"It's a long story..." Harry dropped his washrag into the sink and started helping Liam put the dishes away.

I stood up and strode over to Harry to examine his face, "Too long of a story to give me a simple occupational title?"

"It's... it's just a long story," he repeated.

I pulled a bowl from his hand to set it on the counter, ignored Liam's protests, and grabbed the curly boy by his shirt. He was a few hairs taller than me, but I could still stand eye to eye with him, "You live here now. We have plenty of time for stories."

"Louis!" Liam grabbed me by my elbow and pried my hands off of Harry's shirt. "If you aren't going to be helpful, go sit on the couch! Harry doesn't have to tell you anything he doesn't want to tell you!"