I Love Everything About You (Sequel) (Larry Stylinson)COMPLETED

Chappy 6

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I know I know....

I've taken like nine years to post- even I think its ridiculous, but honestly I'm wayyy busy. Not a good excuse....maybe next delayed chapter I'll come up with a really amusing one, but for right now...

I'm sorry :( 

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_Louis_

Ner! Ner! Ner! Ner! Ner!

Blessedly, the horrid racket was silenced, but I looked over at my clock anyways to see what time it was. Oh my God. It was 9 o'clock in the morning. I scrunched my eyes back together. I still had another couple  (five) hours to sleep. 

I heard the door to Harry's room open and close quietly, and my eyes squinted back open.

"Hazza?" I called out.

"Loubear? You're awake?" He asked, surprised as he opened the door a little. I squinted even more when the day light seeped into my room with him.

"Unfortunely, yeah." Then another thought popped into my foggy head- usually Harry didn't like to see the sun this early either. "Might I ask what the hell your up and about for at this God awful hour?" 

"Me and Zayn are gunna go to this place, but it's a good couple hours to get there, and so we wanted an early start. I'll text ya when you wake up love."

"ohp! NOPE- I'm going!" I said, shooting out of bed (which would have been pretty awkward if it had been anyone but Harry there, since I wasn't wearing a whole lot of clothing). "That is...if that's alright." I continued on hastily, suddenly realizing how rude that sounded of me.

"Oh, uh...sure." He said. Wow. Feeling the love over here (not). You'd think one's own boyfriend wouldn't mind having him around, wouldn't you? Maybe he didn't miss me nearly as much as I missed him when we weren't together? Well, that's quite the pill to swallow.

"I'll just get dressed really quick then?" I said, probably sounding grumpy- though I always do when Liam forces us to wake up this early.

"Yeah, sure thing hun, meet you downstairs with some breakfast." I smiled in reply and he hopped down the stairs. 

I looked around my floor for some clothes that weren't too wrinkly to pass as clean, and threw them on, racing to the bathroom to brush my teeth and fix my hair- I didn't want to make them to wait for me. For some reason, it felt awkward, that I had to ask to go hang out with them. Was that normal? I didn't think so...but I wasn't the brightest, or the best with manners. Hmm.

"Orange juice and oatmeal my good man!" Harry said, waving at the simple meal like it was something fit for a king. I smiled happily, not giving sure what the hell king would eat it, but knowing damn well / was looking forward to it!

Once that was over with, I threw the bowl and cup in the dishwasher (Harry glared at me when I had just left it on the table), and raced him to the car.

"First one there gets to drive!" I yelled, elbowing him and dashing to the door.

"Fine!" He said, jumping on me and crawling over top of me to get out the now open entrance.

"Asshole!" I said, chasing after him laughing.

"Likewise!" He replied as we ran step for step to the car park. It was down to the last hundred metres, we were tied neck and neck....

and then we saw Zayn sitting in the front seat, bopping his head to some tunes. When he looked up and saw us, he honked the horn and waved. Harry and I both started walking glumly, opening the doors and piling in.