Irresistible (Larry Stylinson fan fiction)

I will survive

Louis' POV
After my boring class, I head back to the dorm. When I walk in, I see Harry sleeping on the couch.
I notice the journal in his hands and a page that is colored with the name Dani on it.

"Who's Dani?" I chuckle which wakes Harry up.
He's embarrassed and quickly shuts the book. His cheeks are bright red. "Is she your girlfriend?" I tease.

"What? no" He shakes his head, denyingly. "Is She your crush?" I ask.
"Noooo" the curly boy is really embarrassed at this point.
"I'm just messing with you mate," I laugh.

He fakes a smile. I look around the room and notice it's clean and that my boxes are in the bedroom. "Did you do this?" I ask. "What... clean? yeah" he smiles. "You didn't have to. I could've cleaned you know," I say

"No, it's fine. Oh and I hope you don't mind us sharing a closet." He looks at the ground. "Oh I don't mind. As long as you don't steal my clothes." I joke.
His cheeks blush.

I have so many questions about Harry. There's something different about him. He's different than anyone I've ever met. I don't know how to explain it. Just different. In a good way though.

"What time is your first class in the morning?" I ask the boy. "At 8:30. What about you?" He questions.
"Me too. We could walk to class together" I suggest.
"Yes! That sounds amazing" he sounds excited as he runs over and squeezes me.

"Geez calm down curly," I laugh.
"Sorry" he blushes as he lets go.
"Say, why is your hair sooo curly?" I asks because now that he's close up it's even curlier.

"I don't know. I say it's because I'm very charming" he's confident. "Oh so curly hair makes you charming? What Like price charming? Because if that's the case I must not be charming at all" I sigh.

"That is exactly it! I'm Prince Charming. I get all the..." He pauses "girls" I say. "Yep that exactly" he grins.
"Are you always stuck up like this?" I joke. "When people make me, Yes" he beams.

"You little cheeky shit" I shake his curls. "Hey" he frowns "don't touch the curls!" He exclaims. "Dang Sorry Curly. Your curls just make you so cute" I smile. Harry looks at me confused "cute?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"Ah you know what I meant" I roll my eyes. I didn't even notice that I called him cute. Why would that slip? I'm straight so I definitely don't think he's cute. If I were a girl I'd think he's cute but I'm not a girl so he's not cute.

"Do I though? Do I know what you meant because it sounded like to me that you just called me cute" he chuckles. "No I didn't. You're not cute" I'm serious. Harry stops laughing and looks almost offended. "Sorry I didn't mean it in a rude way. It's just you know I don't want to sound like I'm gay" I laugh.

Harry fakes a smile and nods his head. He is still clearly offended. "Fine, you're cute" I sigh to get him to cheer up. "Yay!!!! I'm so cute" he gives a toothy grin.

"You are weird curly," I shake my head. "I know" he laughs.

"So are you still sleeping on the couch?" I ask him. "Yep" He says. "Why. I mean we could both just sleep in the bed. It'd be more comfortable that way, and it's not like we're gay so It would be fine if we slept in the same bed wouldn't it?," I say. Harry thinks for a few seconds "I guess that will be fine, Except I hope you know that I sleep in my boxers" he laughs.

"Well then..." I sigh. "I just want you to be comfortable," I tell harry. "Okay. Try not to get turned on by this sexy beast" Harry laughs. "Trust me, I definitely will not." I laugh. "How can you be so sure?" He asks. "Because harry, I've discussed this, I'm straight" I say. "Yeah me too"

Harry's POV
"Yeah me too" I say. "I'm as about as straight as my hair" I whisper.
"What?" Louis asks. "Oh nothing. I didn't say anything" I tell him.
"You don't mind if I give you a few cuddles do ya? While we sleep." I say half way joking.

Louis just looks at me kind of scared and wondering if I'm serious. "I'm joking! Sorry if I made you uncomfortable" I look down at my feet, feeling ashamed. He puts his hand on my shoulder, sending chills down my spine "it's okay mate" he gives me a little smile.

I'm still silent and anxious. "You know what how about we go out for some tea? Starbucks maybe?" He suggests. "I'd love that actually" I smile.

We ended up walking to the Starbucks since it's literally on school campus. Louis ordered first. I couldn't help but watch the way his lips moved when he talked. And his pretty ocean like eyes that beamed with curiosity.

I ordered a chai tea latte and I begged him to try a pumpkin spice latte because he said he's never had one before. We sit a small table. "This tastes like pure shit" he makes a disgusted face as he takes a sip of his latte. "You uncultured swine. Of course it's gross but everyone has to pretend like they like it." I say.

"Are you serious?" He's shocked. "I don't know. I always wonder if people actually enjoy drinking it" I ponder.

A few moments of silence pass. "So tell me about this Dani girl you were writing about in your little diary" Louis smirks. "Oh uh it's nothing" I lie.
"Oh come on lad. We're friends now right? You can tell me." He smiles.

"Well... I used to have this bo- girlfriend named Daniella" I say. "Used to? So you still like her?" He questions. "Uh well I think about her sometimes. Sometimes I just wish I was sitting on the couch cuddling her or just chatting with her about random things, but then I remember how bad she hurt me." I admit.

"What'd she do to hurt you?" Louis looks sad. "Uh I don't think I should be telling you this"

Louis' POV
After the chat with Louis at Starbucks, we just went back to the dorm and we ended up falling asleep on the couch while watching Charlie Brown. I woke up around 6 am with Harry's leg in my face. I decided to go ahead and take a shower before my class started.

When I got out of the shower, I put on some grey sweats with an adidas hoodie and some black vans. After I left the bathroom, I noticed Harry was running around the house with just his boxers on screaming to the song 'I will survive'. I gave him a confused yet worried look.

He went to his speaker and turned the song up as loud as possible. "Really at six am?" I try to yell over the music. "What. cant hear you from all the way up here" he shouts as he stands on the table in the kitchen, still screaming along to the song.

I sigh as walk over to his speaker and unplug it. "Oh as long as know how to- hey what was that for meanie?!" Harry pouts as he gets off the table. "We are going to get kicked out. Plus it's way too early for this. Are you high right now?" I ask. "No im not high. Im offended you would think that my natural state is 'high'." He rolls his eyes.

"Sorry curly but it's just way too early for this" I say as I plop down on the couch. "Whatever" He says as he goes to take a shower.

He returns a few minutes later with black skinnies, a white shirt, and some Chelsea boots. "Nice look you got going there lad."
"Yeah to you too mr. Lazy" he says noticing the laziness that went into my outfit.

"Sheesh. I don't want to be wearing skinnies in my class for four hours. I'd rather be comfortable."

"Yeah yeah. We better go" He says and we head to class.

He of course doesn't have the same class as me so I end up telling him bye a few minutes early and we plan to meet up after our classes are over.

That boy is quite interesting.