Just Silly Kids (Larry Stylinson)

25. Finally

A/N: Hey, loves💜
I wrote this chapter yesterday before I heard about Fizzy and I don't know if it's good to post it now but maybe it will make some people happier?

Also, I was planning a lot of fluff from now on but it feels weird to write something like this now so I'll continue when I feel ready again. I hope it won't be long.

Love ya<3

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Louis took out his physics book from the locker, closed it and started walking to class. Physics was probably his least favourite subject. The only reason he was even in it was because Harry thought it would be 'interesting' and the only reason he was passing was because Liam sat one row in front of them.

He also had much more important things to think about than stupid, illogical, useless, irresolvable problems that no normal person needed. For example how to tell Harry he was in love with him. Yeah, that was definitely the most pressing issue.

He still had not come up with the perfect way to tell him and it was really getting frustrating because every time he was with Harry, which was quite often, the urge to kiss him overwhelmed him at least every five seconds.

He had to think of the almost kiss after the game. Louis had never felt so frustrated and relieved at the same time. Yeah, there was nothing he wanted more than to finally kiss his Hazza, but he was also determined to make it special. What was romantic about the football field with lots of people and himself being sweaty and stinking? That was not how Louis wanted it to happen.

He passed a group of girls that he did not give much attention to until he registered something. He stopped abruptly and turned back around, facing the group. At least three out of the five girls had flowers in their hair. Well, flowers was always a good start, Louis thought and approached them.

"Excuse me?" The five girls turned to him and Louis noticed that one of them even had a small bouquet of flowers in her hand. "Are those real?" He pointed at them.

"Umm, yes?" The dark haired Asian looking girl with the bouquet said, a bit unsure if that was somehow prohibited or something.

"Cool." Louis said. "Where did you get them from?"

"The to-... ow." She glared at her brunette friend, who pointed at another brunette girl who was next to the Asian girl. "What?"

"We're not gonna tell you." The brunette took over talking.

Louis frowned. "Why not?"

"We can get you some." She said. "On one condition."

"Umm, okay." Louis eyed her sceptically. "What is it?"

"You get your friend to go on a date with her." She pointed at the other brunette, who was blushing now.

"Umm... which friend?" Louis inquired.

The girls giggled and a blonde girl with a yellow flower in her hair answered this time. "The cute curly one, of course."

"Harry?" Louis asked. "No, that's not possible."

"Why?" The blushing brunette asked softly.

"Well..." He hesitated, then thought it did not matter what these girls, who probably were one grade below them in school, thought of him. "Because he's mine."

The girls looked at him, stunned. "I told you." A brown, almost black haired girl who was the only one who had said nothing grinned now. "He's as straight as his curls."

"Well," Said the brown haired negotiator. "No date, no flowers."

"Umm, okay." Louis said, questioning himself if the flowers were really that important, than decided, fuck it, what should go wrong, as he suggested. "How about you go on a date with Niall." He addressed the shyer brunette."He's cute and funny and single..."