how to: steal someone's boyfriend. [larry stylinson] ✔️

six | irresistible

"So he just left the room without saying anything?" asked Perrie curiously as she leaned forward, placing her hand underneath her chin so that she had direct eye contact with Harry, who was sitting in his own seat with a distressed look on his face. He couldn't find Niall anywhere on this large campus, and so he bumped into Perrie and graciously asked her if she would like to sit down for coffee and listen to him ramble on about his day involving Louis Tomlinson. She happily obliged, bringing them over to some packed cafe all the way across campus that smelled really great if he had to be honest.

The cafe smelled deeply of coffee and baked goods that left Harry drifting into a world of bliss because of how much it reminded him of home, that was because he use to work in his own little bakery right around the corner from his house. He worked there with a couple of old folks that he recognized as family, and they were one of the last people he told about leaving to college, which meant they all tackled him in a hug and cried their eyes out. Harry smiled at the memory and tried not to think about home too much, knowing that he would try to catch the next flight back if he could.

"Yeah, maybe his parents died or something." replied Harry quietly, not wanting to seem like he was being rude and catch someone's attention. Perrie lifted her cup of coffee up to her mouth and kept eye contact with Harry as she drank it down, lifting a single pinkie up in the air with an eyebrow lifted. Harry blinked at her and tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy while shaking his head. "What are you doing?"

"What? Do you guys not do this in England?" asked Perrie in shock as she sat her cup back down onto the black table, causing Harry to roll his eyes at her own silliness and stupidity. He couldn't count the amount of times someone from America tried to do this in front of him back at home, and it was honestly going to make him go insane. Perrie looked at him expectantly and Harry quickly knocked himself out of his thoughts, silently scolding himself for drifting into the depths of his mind to think about what happened back at home.

"I mean yeah, but only if you're trying to be a proper snob." Perrie grumbled something about the British being difficult people and rolled her eyes, reminding Harry of how Louis pushed him out of bed for doing so earlier. Louis. Louis. Louis. That seemed to be the only thing that he thought about anymore besides home, and that was making his brain hurt, but he didn't mind because he kept picturing the feathered hair boy smiling at him with his white teeth. He couldn't believe he finally found someone he really liked, but the downfall was that they were taken by someone much better than him. Why couldn't I have been straight? Harry thought. It would've been easier.

"Too bad he's with that Zayn Malik guy, you guys would have been cute." says Perrie with an encouraging smile. "I mean Zayn's cute too- no, scratch that, he's a motherfucking goddess. No, actually he is the male sculpture of Aphrodite. No, this guy is like the Jesus of all-"

Harry glared at her and she hurriedly cleared her throat, looking down into her empty cup while brushing her hair behind her ear.

"What I meant to say was: Zayn may be pretty, but he is not the right person for Louis. Louis is a good guy and certainly everyone loves him to death, and I can say the same for him. He is every mother's dream, and every daughter's- mainly every boy's." explained Perrie, and Harry thought about her words while humming.

"Why isn't he a good person? Literally, no one is telling me anything." Perrie eyed Harry with her eyebrow raised and looked around the cafe to make sure that no one was walking near them before leaning in closer and folding her hands in her lap, and Harry made sure that he was listening intently to what she had to say.

"I am not the type to gossip, but from what I heard Zayn is fucking around with someone behind Louis' back. I just find it hard to believe because they have been dating for the longest time, and they are really in love with one another. Why would someone else come between them anyways? Plus, I'm pretty sure the first person that finds out would have told Louis already, right?" Harry wants to ask her more about this like who she thinks would come between Zayn and Louis, but she checks her watch on her wrist and began to mutter curses while standing up from her chair. "Harry, I have to go. Text me if you need me, okay?"