You and I (Larry Stylinson)

Louis' POV

Louis' POV:

It's been two weeks after our "party" and now Harry and I are packing our stuff for the tour. I was digging around in the closet for my shirts and pants that were hung there and Harry was digging through the drawers. I pulled out almost all of my shirts and pants, putting two or three pairs of Vans in the bag too. I had to sit on the suitcase to zip it up, it was so full. Packing was one of the worst parts of going on tour.

Harry let out a grunt as he tried to close his suitcase. I rolled my eyes and walked to him and helped him out. He zipped it as I sat on it. He let out a sigh and plopped down on the bed next to his suitcase. His arms rested behind his head and his eyes were closed.

"Are you ready to be start the tour?" Harry asked quietly. I sigh and sit next to him and fold my legs up underneath me.

"Yes, well no, maybe? I am ready to get back out on stage and all of us lads hanging out all the time. But I'm not ready to not be able to be with you." I tell him. He pulls his eyebrows together when I say that and a small frown forces itself onto his face. We stay quiet for a while and then Harry sits up quickly and smiles a large smile at me.

"What if we come out?" He asked, excitedly. I laugh at his excitement but immediately stop when I catch the question.

"What?"

"What if we come out? We won't tell management about it and we could do it during a show. It'll be the perfect time to come out. With our fans there to support us. Just imagine it." He explains again. I stare at him for a moment with my mouth agape and eyes wide. It was an excellent idea that caught me way off guard. It's not usually Harry that has the crazy plans to do things. I'm always the one to somehow get us into trouble but we have fun while we do.

"Harry, I think that might be the best idea you've ever had!" I jokingly say and pull him into a tight hug. He laughs in my ear but hugs me back just as tight.

We hug for a few moments before we pull back and my phone starts ringing. I sigh and pull it off the charger and slide the answer button after I see that it's Paul calling.

"Hello, Paulster." I say into the phone. Harry chuckles and walks out of the room with our suitcases.

"How many time do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?" Paul sighs into the phone. I laugh mockingly at him before responding.

"You should know I won't listen Pauly. I'm a rebel."

"You're a pain in the arse, that's what you are." Paul mumbles. I let out a fake gasp as if his words hurt me even though he tells me this every time we talk.

"I thought I was your favorite! If I was you wouldn't call me an arse!" I fake sob into the phone.

"No. Right now, my favorite is Liam. He actually listens to me... to some extent." He says. I let out a laugh at that and think about how we've corrupted Liam. He isn't as much of a goody two shoes now.

"Yeah, yeah. We all know that Niall is your favorite. Niall's everybody's favorite." I say. Harry walks into the room when I say that and fake pouts.

"Lou, you said I was your favorite!" Harry fake cries. I roll my eyes and pull the phone away from my face slightly.

"You are Haz. Gotta make Niall happy too though. Hashtag Nouis, Harry, hashtag Nouis." I joke. Harry rolls his eyes and looks at his phone, letting me continue my conversation with Paul.

"Okay, well are you boys ready? We are waiting outside for the two of you. Zayn and Liam are with Preston and you, Harry, and Niall are with me. We are out behind your flat." He tells me. I tell him that we will be out there in a second and hang up, telling Harry to get his stuff because Paul is here.

We quickly grab our bags and go out the back way to get to Paul. We rush down the stairs, knowing that we were on a tight schedule, and through the back doors. Outside waiting for us was two black escalades with Paul and Preston standing on the outside of them talking. Harry and I walk up to them.

"Good evening gents," I greet. Harry shakes his head at my attempt to be funny and put our bags in the car. Paul rolls his eyes and opens the door for me to get in.

"Get in the car" Paul grunts out. Well, someone isn't in a good mood this morning. I let out a fake exasperated sigh and climb into the car. I see Niall sitting in the back with his hood up and sunglasses on. He must have went to drink last night. I slide into my seat and buckle myself in.

Harry got in beside me a few seconds later and shut the door behind him. He sees Niall's state and starts singing along to the radio, loudly. Niall groans and covers his ears at the sudden loudness that was Harry's singing and I let out a laugh. Paul gets into the car and pulls out onto the street.

"Okay boys, we are going straight to the airport for our flights to America. Do we need to stop and get anything now?" Paul asks. Niall mutters a quiet no and Harry and I say that we don't need anything.

"Okay, great."

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Hello people of the internet.

Well, here's another craptastical chappy. I'm sorry for the suckishness. But my concert for the boys is in one fully day so my brain is a little scattered. Please forgive me.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IM SO FUCKING EXCITED!!!!! ARE YOU????

ONE FUCKING DAY!!!!!! YESSSSSS!!!!!!!

Okay..... no quote for this chapter.

~Kenze❤️