fireworks // larry stylinson {COMPLETE}

ten

ten chapters! that's a milestone. hope you're still reading and enjoying. is it progressing to quick? if so sorry. anyway this chapter literally will have like barely any larry yikes hope that's okay - you're getting lottie content so yeah.

louis' pov

I stood there, wide-eyed, as I watched the curly boy from last night walk down the hallway in front of me, a white towel thrown over his shoulder. Just then, the door that I had been leaning on opened up from behind me, causing me to fall a bit. I turned around.

"Woah there!" I heard my younger sister say, laughing. "Still drunk?"

I roll my eyes, catching my balance as I turned around to face her. "Ha ha. Very funny." I said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes in return. We had always had the same attitudes.

"Where are we going?" She walked out of her dorm room, closing the red door behind her.

"Wherever you want, I'm paying."

"I hoped." She laughed. "Money is a struggle." It sounded like a joke, but there was a hint of truth in every joke.

"You know you can ask me for help." I said quietly.

"I know," She smiled at me, "I'm doing okay, Lou. I promise."

I smiled back. She had been struggling a bit with money since she started college. She worked as a waitress at an Olive Garden down the street from the university. She was only making so much, and working off bar tending weekends at a bar next door to the restaurant she worked at most days of the week. I felt bad, but she always reassured me that she didn't need money. Today, however, was my chance to treat her.

"I'm thinking sports bar, wings?" she asked as we made our way back down to the elevator. The same elevator that I had just talked to Harry in.

I nodded. "Sounds good."

We waited for the elevator to make it's way down to the first floor again as we stood in silence. "So, anything interesting happen last night? Saw Cam in a car with a few girls."

I laughed a bit, "Yeah, I haven't seen him yet today."

"As per usual. What did you get into?" She asked with a smirk on her face.

"None of your business." I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Harry pressing me up against the disgusting bathroom wall, my hands in his hair.

"You're blushing, dipshit." She laughed at me as she pointed out the pinks and reds flushing to my cheeks. We walked out of the elevator as it came to a stop finally on the first floor, and walked out of the university and into the large parking lot.

I led her to where my little car was parked in the corner of the lot, not too far at all from the first entrance of the large school. We sat down in the front seat as I started the car. I watched as she buckled her seat belt, and I did the exact same. I changed the gear of the car to pull out of my parking space and left the university.

"So what did you get into last night?" She asked as she started to search for the AUX cord that was underneath the passenger seat. "Or who did you get into last night?"

I smirked. "His names Harry." I continued driving down the road next to the large building near the university, and I passed the very park when Harry's tongue had collided with mine underneath the fireworks.

She gave a short ooh as she plugged the AUX cord in finally. "What went down?"

"Just kissed. A lot."

"Get his number? Are you in love with him yet?" she scrolled through her Spotify playlist, looking of course for some Panic! at the Disco to play. She clicked a song and put her phone down in between the seats. I immediately recognize the tune, Death of a Bachelor. She would p[lay the entire album over and over again today - I was sure of it.

"Didn't get his number last night, got it just now." I said, still smirking.

She gave me a look of confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"He goes to the university, ran into him."

"Wait - you're not talking about Harry Styles are you?"

I nodded, "I believe that was his name."

"There's no fucking way." Her jaw dropped in disbelief. "He's the biggest womanizer in the entire Art wing. And he's gay?"

"Womanizer?" I asked. Harry didn't seem like that, put did seem like he could be quite persuasive and sensual when he wanted,

"Slept with like 400 girls or something." She nodded, giving me a dramatic look.

"Oh, shut up." I rolled my eyes. "His dick would have fallen off or something or the sort by now."

She laughed so suddenly and hard that she had snorted. "That's for you to find out."

I couldn't help but blush again.

"There's that fucking red in your cheeks again, you're in love, Lou" She exclaimed.

"Oh please, I met him last night." I said, keeping my eyes on the road as we got closer and closer to the Buffalo Wild Wings, only a few minutes away.

"You definitely have a big crush, L."

She was right, of course I did. Of course, as soon as I got home I would lay on the couch like a teenage girl and text him a Hey. And then worry for way too long about what emoji to put next to the single word. She had teased me about my crushes since I was little. I didn't mind, I teased her twice as hard in return. Every time she brought a boy home in her teenage years, I was sure to embarrass her since there was never a father to do it for me.

"I do." I nodded as I parked the car. "Now can we please go get some wings without you bullying me?"