Sexy Naughty Bitchy Me (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 1

Louis Tomlinson woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing repeatedly on his nightstand.

He groaned and pushed himself onto his elbows, pushing back his caramel fringe and rolling his eyes as he answered it, "What could you possibly want from me at this ungodly hour?"

"It's not that early, silly, it's only 5:30," Eleanor giggled from the other line, then paused,"in the morning, by the way."

"Yeah, I think I got that," Louis remarked, stretching out his legs and swinging over so he was sitting on the edge of his lush, queen-sized bed, "Now, what do you want?"

"Oh! Well, first I wanted to say 'Good morning, Louis!'," she said enthusiastically, "and that the pumpkin spice latte comes out today! Wouldn't it be fun to drop by Starbucks before school?"

"Yeah, I guess I'll just let Zayn know so he won't pick me up today," Louis yawned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "it's been a while since we all got breakfast together, hasn't it?"

"Yes! But I don't blame you for wanting to hang out with that chunk of hunk.. Or is it hunk of chunk? I don't know, I can't really think straight without my Starbucks," Eleanor sighed.

"Alright, well since I'm up, I'll go on and get dressed. Let the girls know I'm going to be wearing red today so we won't clash, 'kay?"

"Of course, Lou! I'll see you later."

"Bye now," Louis ended the call and stood up, stretching as he called over Rachel, one of his maids.

"Rachel, know I won't be needing breakfast this morning, I'm going out," he ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Tomlinson" Rachel scurried off to inform the chef.

Louis shuffled over to his bathroom, relieved himself, and brushed his teeth, hopping into the shower afterwards.

He scanned his array of body washes and scrubs and decided to use one by Giorgio Armani which he had bought while visiting New York last month.

He scrubbed his body and washed his hair with a shampoo formulated especially for his hair type. He rinsed his hair out and stepped out, wrapping a fluffy towel around his waist.

Louis towel-dried his hair so it wasn't dripping wet and plugged in his hair dryer, grabbing a bottle of hair product, and began styling his hair into that wind-blown fashion he had mastered a couple of years back.

When he was finished, he got dressed into a pair of red chinos, a simple white shirt that clung to his semi-toned chest, and clipped on a pair of suspenders, letting them hang down his thighs.

While Louis was trying to find the perfect shoes to go with what he was wearing, he remembered to call Zayn and rang him up.

"'Ello?," a Bradford accent answered groggily.

"Hey, babe, sorry for waking you", Louis snickered, "just wanted to let you know you don't have to pick me up today, I'm having breakfast with the girls."

"You're not meeting up with another guy, are you?", Zayn questioned, suddenly alert.

Louis picked up a pair of TOMs, looking them over before setting them down, rolling his eyes at how insanely jealous Zayn gets.

"Of course not. You're my one and only, my heart's true desire!", Louis exclaimed dramatically, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'll see you at school, a'ight?"

"'Course. Bye," Louis ended the call, not giving his boyfriend time to respond.

He found the shoes he was looking for and slipped them on, walking over to his full-length mirror and checking himself out.