I think I wanna Harry Lou. (A Larry Stylinson FanFic)

Chapter 22

So... Without further ado, here's the next chapter. You're allowed to hate me for not updating for ages. Dedicated to one of my readers who commented something nice on the last chapter:). Enjoy! Xx

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Harry’s POV




I cupped his face in my hands. ‘And now you’re showing it to me, your little secret?’ I whispered, amazed. ‘Look, if you don’t like it we can always watch a movie or something...’ he began, but I kissed pecked him on the lips before he could say another word. ‘Shush Boobear, it’s perfect’ I said.





‘You’re perfect,’ Louis mumbled. ‘What was that?’ I said, smirking. ‘I said, you’re perfect,’ he replied. ‘I know!’ I replied, laughing. He fake-gasped. ‘Getting sassy are we mister Styles?’ I nodded, smirking. ‘As you might have observed, my dearest Harold, I am the one and only sassmaster,’ he said, raising his eyebrows.






‘Is that so, my dearest Lewis ‘Hugebum’ Tomlinson?’ I replied. ‘Ooooh it is on Curlywurly’ ‘Twink’ ‘Snail’ ‘Carrot-lover’ ‘Pussy-magnet’. ‘Excuse you? At least carrot-lover is accurate!’ ‘Well maybe I don’t like carrots!’ ‘Well you sure love mine...’ I laughed. ‘You don’t know that’ he said. ‘You’ve seen me naked, princess’. He blushed. ‘I… I’m not a princess Harold, I’m very manly!’ I snorted.

 

‘I don’t think so,’ I whispered, and I tackled him so he fell on the pile of pillows, to which he let out a very high-pitched squeal. I put my hands next to each side of his head, so that I was hovering above him. ‘Point proven,’ I said. ‘Oh hell no,’ he growled, and he flipped me around so he was the one on top of me. I tried to protest but he kissed me.

I gave in but pushed him away after a minute or two. We parted, breathing heavily and looking into each others eyes. We were smirking but my smile faded as I looked into Louis’ beautiful eyes. He looked at me questioningly and then, of course, started tickling me. ‘Where’s that smile Haz,’ he said mischievously. I couldn’t stop laughing. When he stopped I was still laughing.





What I said next wouldn’t be forgotten, much to my dismay and Louis’ amusement. ‘Louis I,’ I said ‘I think I wanna Harry Lou’. Louis looked at me as if I’d gone crazy and then I corrected myself. ‘Ehm I mean marry you Lou, I think I wanna marry you.’ ‘Now?’ he asked. ‘No, but in the future, I want to spend my life with you.’






I think Louis noticed my sincerity because it was silent for a few moments, but then he burst out laughing. It kind of hurt, to be honest. ‘Louis I, I was just,’ I groaned in frustration when he kept on laughing. ‘I was being serious...’ I stared at my feet, hurt, as if they were the most important things to me. But they weren’t, Louis was.




I was forced to look up when the laughter had died and Louis cupped my face in his hands. ‘My love,’ he said, ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you too.’ I smiled, but it soon faded again when he erupted into loud snickers once again. ‘Are you laughing at me?’ I asked. ‘Harry,’ he managed to say, ‘do you want to Harry me?’




I understood and groaned. ‘It isn’t funny Lou, I was nervous.’ I blushed and by now he was clutching his stomach. ‘I… can’t even,’ was all he could say. I shut him up by kissing him. Then suddenly my phone rang. I groaned and silenced it and threw it out of the window. ‘We’ll get it later,’ I whispered, and then kissed him again.





A few seconds into our make-out session, a noise was heard from Louis’ pocket. I groaned but Louis shushed me. ‘Maybe it’s important babe,’ he whispered. ‘Hello?’ he said, and then his eyes widened, ‘what’s going on?’ I looked at him questioningly. ‘Yeah I’ll put it on speaker’. ‘Hello?’ I heard Liam say.



‘Hi,’ I said, ‘what’s up?’ ‘Well, you remember the apple thrower right?’ I snorted. ‘Who? Oh you mean the guy who threw an apple at me, I vaguely recall...’ ‘Shut up Harry’ Louis said, ‘what’s with him Liam?’ ‘Well, his daughter told us that’ ‘WHAT’ Louis and me exclaimed. ‘Let me finish guys, his daughter told us that he’s escaped...’

 

It was quiet for a few seconds. ‘Well what can he do?’ ‘He has a gun,’ Liam said. We gasped. ‘So what do we do now?’ I asked. ‘We’re coming to get you of course, we’re not leaving you alone… Where are you anyways?’ I looked at Louis who hesitated. ‘It’s kind of a secret...’ he began, but Liam cut him off.




‘I don’t care about secrets right now, there’s a psycho on the loose that wants you two killed!’ I nodded and smiled encouragingly at Louis. ‘You should tell him Lou,’ I said. ‘But it’s our little secret now, I don’t want to ruin that,’ Louis said.



‘Listen to me Lou,’ I said, and I cupped his cheeks like I did so many times before. ‘It may ruin our secret but it won’t ruin what we have, I love you, I want to Harry you,’ Louis smirked at that, ‘and there are thousands of secrets that have yet to come. Just tell him, they will pick us up and we’ll figure this out together.’

 

‘Wait a minute,’ Liam suddenly said, ‘you aren’t talking about that treehouse do you?’ I raised one eyebrow. ‘Lou...’ ‘Haz I swear you’re the only one I’ve told this to I would never lie to...’ ‘Oh calm down will ya!’ said Liam, ‘you didn’t exactly tell me...’ ‘Well then how do you know? Oh my god did you read my journal?’

‘You have a journal!?’ Liam and me exclaimed. ‘I shouldn’t have said that, I should NOT have said...’ ‘LOUIS!’ Liam said. ‘Yes?’ Lou responded. ‘Remember a few months ago, when you had the flu and I took care of you while the others were out shopping for a christmas tree?’ ‘Well yeah, but what has that gotten to do with...’ ‘You talk in your sleep Louis,’ Liam said.

‘You said something about a secret and a treehouse and I thought you were just mumbling random stuff but this explains everything.’ I burst out laughing, to which Louis slapped me. ‘It’s not funny Haz,’ he pouted. ‘You might as well give him directions now Lou,’ I said.



I pecked his lips and walked to one of the windows and stared outside. I saw two birds playing together in a beautiful oak tree and smiled. When Louis finished explaining how to get to the treehouse he said bye and hung up, and then walked over to me, put his hands on my waist and positioned his head on my shoulder.



‘Well well well,’ we suddenly heard. I gasped and Louis cursed as he’d dropped his phone in shock. We looked downstairs. It was the apple thrower. ‘If it isn’t Harry and Louis from One Direction...’

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