Grow Up With Me - Larry Stylinson [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Fifteen Pt.1

GUYS WHAT THE HELL

I said I'd update this if I reached 1500 reads......... and now I'm over 2000? WHAT?!! I just want to say a sincere thank you to everyone of you who is actually following my story! I work really hard on it so it just feels great to know people are enjoying it!:) so anyway, here's chapter fifteen part ONE i know, it's weird but it wouldn't be right to make this and the next part two seperate chapters, sooo it's kind of one and the same. Part 2 will be up soon, I'm still not finished of it, but ya:) enjoy!!

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Chapter Fifteen

Harry's POV

Our alarms were set for five in the morning for the next day. We had to arrive at the studio for no later than seven o'clock and Louis and Eleanor were on at seven thirty. 

I was blasted awake, though, by a snoring Stan at a little after four thirty instead. We slept (he slept) side by side on the pull out couch in the living room of my and Louis' flat. Stan looked quite comfortable wrapped in the four comforters that had originally been spread over the two of us. Unfortunately for me, though, that was a foreign and unknown bliss, as I laid awake before the rest of the bodies in the flat, shaking in the cold of the morning, being stuck in the side by Stan's left foot and by numerous springs from the not so pleasant mattress below.

The night before, I had tucked myself in beside Louis in his bed. Stan had offered to sleep on the pull out couch so that Jay could use my room. Little did I expect an angry Eleanor to wake me up at one in the morning after her and Jay had returned to the flat, demanding that I let her sleep beside her fiancé.

Louis' arms were around me and his head was nuzzled into the side of my body. I had been sound asleep for at least two hours already, but Louis, as per usual, lay awake with closed eyes. I could tell by how his grasp got tighter when I was awoken by the opening of his door that he wasn't close to sleep.

"Harry, what the hell?" Eleanor had hissed through the dark.

"Whaaa," I had slurred. I had still been half asleep, and didn't understand why she had woke me up.

"Harry, you can't honestly expect me to sleep on the couch with Stan, do you?" she argued. I was still confused. Why wouldn't she just go to a hotel or something?

"Eleanor?" I yawned, rubbing my eyes. 

"Harry get the hell out of the bed, right now."

"Boobear wants me to stay." I shot back, louder, but still slurred by my fatigue.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." her voice was angry, "Louis loves me, Harry, get over it already. Now get out of the bed."

I had then stood up, without arguing any further. Louis, who had only been pretending to be asleep, turned around in the bed and discretely hung over the edge. I shook my head, making my way into the living room, and ultimately to the couch, where I would desperately try (and ultimately fail) to enjoy what was left of a sleepless and uncomfortable night.