finding louis ✈ larry stylinson

day seven part one✈️

i promised an update sooooo

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day seven: firsts and wrists

"harry!"

"harry!"

"harry edward styles!"

"harry get the hell up!"

"louis tomlinson's at the door!"

harry immediately jumps out of bed, suddenly the sleepiness cleaned from his naked body, "i'm up!" he swings open the door to reveal a smirking niall who's covering his eyes with his hands.

"well one, surely, louis doesn't wanna see you in your birthday suit--yet and second, he's actually not at the door, he's on the telly,"

harry huffs, fingers going through his still bed hair, "'course, he would looove to see me in it. i mean, i'm perfect without any clothes on anyways!"

niall begins to walk back, still with his eyes covered, "yeah, yeah, cover your little styles there and hurry to the telly,"

harry just rolls his eyes, receiving his calvin klein black boxers from the floor with a groan. although he's not a fan of hotels very much. he still considers them better than motels with roaches and ants marching all about. he exits through the doorframe which is connected to the living-room and makes his way over to niall who's scrolling on his phone.

"alright? what's he talking about?"

"well let's just say, urm, i don't know--harry styles maybe?"

harry chokes on his spit, "what!"

niall puts his phone on his lap, "shut up and watch the thing, yeah?"

with that, harry pays his attention towards the small flat telly in front of them, showing the morning news.

harry slightly raises an eyebrow, "what's this c--"

this is good morning america and welcome back," a fair skinned lady introduces on the tv, wearing a pink dress with black lining on it and a kind smile on her face.  she sits with her legs crossed and her attention straight at the camera.

'that answers my question' harry thinks to himself, continuing to watch the program. he examines how all people look happy and cheerful which he thinks is weird because who the hell is happy so early in the morning? definitely not him.

"alright, this is it. better listen carefully," niall whispers besides him, edging forward a bit with more curiosity. harry takes his advice and begins to nip and bite his index finger fingernail.

"so today as we all know, we have louis tomlinson here with us today!" an unfamiliar woman cheers, the camera moving towards an entry at the side. the cheering and claps gets louder and louder causing harry's eyes to widen.

"holy mother of god," he whispers, eyes now glued to the screen--well to the person to be exact.

"damn right," niall agrees.

wearing a red tank top, black skinnies rolled down only his ankles and a snapback fitted on his wild chestnut hair, louis walks out the entry with a beautiful smiles set on his cherry lips, waving and shaking fans as he passes by. the woman--who's name is robin roberts--stands up from her sitting position and greets louis with a small peck on the cheek and a hug.

"louis, long time no see!" robin exclaims as she sits back down with louis following suit in his own. the crowd's volume begins to decrease.