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

thirteen | piano

3 MONTHS LATER 🌻

"Harry, I'll be fine here in the dorms by myself." said Louis with a forced smile on his face, lying down on top of his bed with his eyes closed. Harry was sitting on top of his suitcase with his arms folded across his chest, his bottom lip poking out so that Louis would be able to see him pouting. He didn't want Louis to be by himself during the holidays, it doesn't seem right to leave him all alone.

"It's Christmas break, you can't stay here all day. Maybe you could even visit your mum and talk to her about-" Harry trailed off when Louis gave him a sharp look, knowing that the suggestion was just a little idiotic to say. Louis had described in great detail why seeing his parents again would be an absolute terrible idea, dismissing the topic every time it was brought up. "You could even come with me if you want?"

"Harry-"

"It'll be fun, I promise. My mum would absolutely love to see you, being that I told her a lot about you. I'm sure if I called in to ask, she'd say yes-"

"Harry-" Louis repeated impatiently, trying to catch the attention from the curly haired boy, but he had that dreamy glint in his eye that usually happened when Harry started thinking about something passionate to him. Little observations like these were what Louis made note of inside of his brain.

Harry was thinking even more now, the corners of his mouth uplifting so that he was now smiling, red tinting his cheeks as the front of his foot dug into the carpet. "We could also cuddle, drink hot chocolate, and stay inside all day because it's going to be way too freezing for us to leave the house..."

"Harry," said Louis the final time, just slightly more strict, his blue eyes sad and desperate. Harry was sure that he was getting through to Louis now, and he tried not to show his enthusiasm as he clamped his hands between his thighs.

"I don't want you to spend Christmas alone."

Louis smiled painfully and rested his hands on top of his chest, looking up at the ceiling. "That's sweet of you, Harry, but it's something I'm use to." Harry frowned at his statement and got off of his suitcase, unzipping it with ease so that his clothes wouldn't get caught in the zipper, then he began to pull each piece of clothing out of the bag. Louis watched him with confusion. "What are you doing?"

"If you're not going, then I'm staying here." responded Harry confidently, taking his jeans out of the suitcase next, placing the nearly folded pairs on top of one another.

"Harry..."

"Just come with me, please?" asked Harry, trying not to make it sound like a desperate plea as he spoke. He doesn't turn around to look at his face, so when he feels Louis' arms wrap around his torso, he sighs with relief when he knows that he's gotten the answer he wanted.

Harry put the clothes back into the suitcase.

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Since it was the last day before break, today was unusually slow, and it was mainly because the teachers wanted to be bitter about having to work during the holidays. If Harry coughed or sneezed during class, every single teacher would stop their lesson and give him a sharp look, or tell him that if he was sick, he shouldn't have come to class. Niall would laugh about it and nudge Harry in the arm, and his laugh was contagious, so he had no choice but to laugh along.