Eccedentesiast || Larry

21. Ready

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"Liam," Harry groans, bouncing up and down on the bed with him.

"Wake up, you pooper! It's my birthday," Liam practically shouts, continuing to jump on the mattress in an attempt to wake Harry.

Harry buries his face further into the fluffy pillow. "Didn't you, like, just have one?"

Liam sighs, plopping down next to Harry. "That was a year ago, Haz. Come on, man, get up!" Liam whines.

Harry has a headache and he didn't get any sleep last night. Louis had kept him up for hours-talking on the phone, of course. Their d- uh, thing was two nights ago and Harry feels like something has changed. They've been talking and texting nonstop, now that Louis is in NYC for some special interview, or something like that. Harry didn't really pay attention to what Louis was saying when he explained it because all he could think about was Louis wow he's hot okay I want to fu- I mean and it distracted him so much. But anyways. They seem closer, more drawn to each other, and Harry likes it.

"I'll be up in a minute."

Liam grunts in response, sliding down the mattress until Harry no longer feels his weight pressing down.

He can't believe he almost forgot his best friend's birthday. Harry had meant to call Liam at 12:00 exactly and wish him happy birthday, but Louis was telling him about his eventful day and he couldn't just hang up.

Liam is out of the room by the time Harry lifts his head up. The first thing he does is check his phone, and the only notification is from the Kim Kardashian game-yes, he does play that game. He really does not want to get up, that's for sure. It's Friday and Harry just wanted to sleep in, maybe call Liam and just wish him a happy birthday, but no. He can't do that.

"What have you got planned for today?" Harry asks when he's dressed and ready for the day, walking downstairs to find Liam sitting at his kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal-no milk.

"Me? You're supposed to have something planned!" Liam says with a mouthful of frosted flakes.

Harry rolls his eyes as he sits in the seat across from his best friend. "You're the one who showed up here with no warning. How do you expect me to have a plan?"

Liam shrugs, shoveling another spoonful of dry cereal into his mouth and chewing obnoxiously.

"Well, what would you like to do?"

Liam hums in thought, looking up as if the ceiling would help him think of something. "I don't know. Bowling would be fun, I guess. We could go bungee jumping, or maybe even sky diving!"

Liam has a glint in his eye that makes Harry almost want to do those things. But he decides against diving from an airplane or jumping off a bridge.

"How about we just go bowling, yeah?"

"Yeah."

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Big, heavy bowling balls are rolling down the wooden lanes, children are cheering, and teenagers are busy texting the people sat right next to them. The air smells of greasy fries and too much cologne, causing Harry to gag silently.

"There are way too many teenagers here," Liam grumbles as they make their way to the shoes.

Harry laughs. "Liam, we are teenagers."

"Well, yeah, but teenagers scare the living shit out of me!"

Harry just rolls his eyes, but he can't help but think that it's kind of true.