In My Mind. || Larry Stylinson

"When its with you, its worth something." (Chapter 8)

It had been two weeks since Harry spoke or saw Louis for that matter, it was so fucking quiet.
He hates it, hates being alone.

It's not like Louis & Harry were together and Louis cheated.. so, maybe it wasn't louis' fault?

Harry sighed, he was confused, he sat on his window seat looking out the window as it started to snow, it was now December 1st, he took a sip of his cup of coffee that he now started drinking since he hasn't been sleeping much.

Harry jumped suddenly when there was a few knocks at the door, he was annoyed, who the bell could that be?

He jumped up and sat his cup on the table, rubbing his face he walked over to the door, opening it, Nick?

"Styles ! I saw your depressing tweets on Twitter and I thought well— he needs a pick me up," nick smiled barging through the door passed Harry.

"Grimshaw?" Harry raised his eye and closed the door, "You could have called,"

"Called shmalled, What does it matter, I'm here now," nick replied.

"That's not a word," Harry corrected him.

"No shit," nick sighed, "anyways, why are you so uh.. dull these days?"

"I don't wanna talk about it—"

Nick gasped, "it's a boy isn't it?"

Harry glared, annoyed, "maybe," Harry replied anyways

"Listen, he doesn't matter, what mattered is you and me going to the club tonight eh?" Nick smirked, and Harry glared, "come on ! We haven't been out in forever and you owe me," nick begged.

Harry sighed, "Fine,"

Nick cheered, "Yes! You need an uh, makeover," nick made a face.

Harry was offended, "what's wrong with what I'm wearing now?"

"It's not fabulous enough my darling,"

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"I'm not wearing this nick—" Harry said looking in the huge mirror, he was wearing a sparkly see-through shirt, with rose patterns on it, and black skinny jeans.

"Oh yes you are !" Nick said, "but wait, somethings missing.." nick trailed off, "nail polish !"

Harry let nick paint his nails black, and Harry actually didn't mind, he liked his nails painted.

"Your rings, where are they?" Nick questioned.

"I haven't worn those in a long time nick," Harry frowned.

"Well it's time you did huh?" Nick said, looking I'm a drawer and there they were.

"Here they are, put them on," nick insisted and Harry did.

"Are we done here?" Harry asked impatiently.

Nick sighed, "woah woah wait, I have an idea," he grabbed a black sparkly eyeliner from his pocket, "always keep this little baby with me,"

"Nick absolutely not, what if I look stupid?" Harry said.

"Hush now. You're going to look great yeah? Gonna show all those boys that you're single and ready to mingle," nick chuckled putting the sparkly eyeliner on Harry's eyes, "and.." nick trailed off, "there, now you're done,"