My fav Larry Stylinson stories

And in the Streets You run free

Louis was bored.

It was Zayn's fault: "let's go speed dating, it'll be a laugh," well Louis wasn't laughing anymore. He wasn't interested in the last three girls who sat across from him. One girl didn't have curly hair, the other girl didn't have green eyes and the one before that didn't have dimples. The problem was that the only person in the room who did exhibit all those traits was sat on the table next to him. The boy with the ridiculously contagious laugh and charming smile, "bow tie wearing prick," Louis thought unfairly.

The next girl sat down, bringing with her the fragrance of lavender and lilac, Louis resisted the urge to cough and smiled politely, "You alright babe, how are you?" This girl was pretty, brown wavy hair (not curly!!), nice smile and - and then she opened her mouth, and words came out, lots of words, and Louis sat back an awe, watching this girl hold enough of the conversation for both of them.

"... my boyfriend says I talk to much, oh did I just say my boyfriend, I meant my boy friend, my boy best friend, okay so I'm actually technically dating someone and I'm only here with a friend but..." Louis looked helplessly around the room, trying to catch Zayn's gaze but he was far too concentrated on the bottle blond in front of him. Of course, Louis' eyes found the boy's next to him, green green green. The boy looked amused, smirk on his face, eyes shining with laughter, he knew Louis wasn't enjoying this date, "... I think it's called a courgette, they call them zucchini's over in Australia, that's a weird word zucchini, you know if you say any word enough times, they all sound weird, like spoon, who came up with that one I wonder? Spooooon," Louis could hear the curly boy chuckle/cough and was about to turn around and scowl at him when the buzzer went off, and Louis had never felt more relieved.

Not even bothering to look up at the next person who sat down, Louis was surprised by the deep gravely sound of a male, "You look bored," The boy, the curly boy with the green eyes, Louis looked up and grinned, smiling even wider when the girl who would have sat down huffed and sat in the chair opposite the boys ditched date, "thought you'd might like someone of interest."

Louis smirked, leaning forward on his elbows to whisper, "You just didn't want to talk to the lovely..." he broke off, not being able to remember the last girl's name, with the amount of words she said, he wasn't exactly surprised.

"Emily," Harry corrected him.

"Emily, right," Louis affirmed with a sharp nod, before realising... "You were listening?!"

And maybe the boy was blushing, and maybe Louis found it adorable, "Guess I was bored too," he said, tracing circles on the table with his fingers, "Harry, by the way,"

"Louis," and Harry smiled as if he already knew, and then Louis realised that the boy probably heard him introduce himself to all the girls.

Harry kept tracing patterns on the table, fingers getting closer to Louis' by the second, "So, not interested in any of the ladies tonight Louis?" Louis shook his head, eyes trained on Harry's fingers, and if his hand twitched forward slightly, the other boy pretended not to notice. "First I thought that you were just picky," Harry continued conversationally, "but after you let Michelle go,"

"Michelle?" Louis questioned, looking up at Harry for the first time since he sat down, green green green.

The boy smirked, "The gorgeous leggy blonde, 22 years old, studying law,"

"Ah," Louis laughed, flicking his eyes back down to Harry's hands, fingers so long and delicate that Louis couldn't help but imagine them pressing into his hips or thrusting into his mouth or gripping - oh, he might need to cross his legs for a while, "the, erm, tall one with the annoying laugh, right?"

"Yeah, a sort of screaming noise," Harry chuckled, leaning back and taking his hands with him. Louis leaned forward unconsciously, trying to keep close to Harry, as if a line of sting was connecting them, and Louis could only follow Harry's movements, "Can tell a lot about the noises someone makes in bed by the sound of their laugher,"