Camping Anyone? // Larry Stylinson

Two

"Niall," Harry whispered, bent over Niall's bed. "Niall!"

Harry's roomate was in a deep sleep, and it was already 8:30am. Also, Harry knew for a fact that Niall hadn't packed anything.

"Niall!" Harry yelled, aborting the idea of waking him up quietly. Niall still didn't stir.

 "You have to get your lazy ass out of bed and pack!" He hit Niall's shoulder and when Niall finally awoke with a jolt, Harry realised Niall had been sleeping with earplugs in.

"What the fuck was that all about Harry?" Niall groaned as he pulled his blue duvet up to his chin. 

"It's only-" Niall looked at his phone and his eyes widened significantly. "Fuck Harry! It's 8:30! Why the hell didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"I thought you were already awake. And packed." Harry scoffed, looking around Niall's messy room. "This room is a pigsty Ni... it would make Louis' bedroom look clean."

"Of course you'd know what state Louis' room was in Harold," Niall smirked, happy with his joke. Harry hit his arm in annoyance, but couldn't help blushing a little. 

"Niall!" Harry hissed, "What you just implied has never happened and it's never going to happen! You're so dirty. Literally."

"Whatever," Niall said as he pulled himself up out of bed. "I saw the way he was checking you out yesterday."

Harry bit the inside of his cheek and tried to suppress a grin. "Stop bullshitting Niall, please. We both know Louis would never ever  look at me like that, even if I was the only other human on this planet." He paused before questioning, "Was he really looking at me like that?"

"He sure was," Niall assured and Harry squealed. 

"Alright," Harry sighed, finding his cool. "Get up."

"Stop pestering me Harold! I'll get up when I want to!" Niall called. 

Harry trudged out of Niall's doorframe, whilst laughing, and entered his own room. As he sat down in his blue and grey adorned room, he was lost in his thoughts. Deep down, he knew that Niall was just trying to give Harry some false hope by telling him Louis was checking. He knew that nothing would ever happen between the two of them, but that didn't stop his mind wondering what life would be like if Louis was genuinely into him.  

The boy sat up and walked over to his luggage just to check he had packed everything he needed. In his duffel bags contained many blankets, just in case it got cold at night, and also lots of warm clothes. It was summer, but it could still get awfully cold in England at night, especially if you were camping out in the wilderness. 

Harry knew all of that gear he had packed probably wasn't necessary, but using Niall as an example, he knew someone was bound to under pack or forget something. 

Deciding to spice things up a little bit, Harry then threw a couple of strings of fairy lights into his bag. He knew fairy lights were deemed as 'girly', but Harry thought it would make his tent look more cosy and pretty when the nighttime rolled around.

Harry then had an idea- an idea that if you called it crazy, it would definitely be an understatement. He hesitated before deciding to reach for the draw of his side table. The draw slid open, revealing a mess of loose change, condoms, bottles of medication, hair ties and food wrappers. Harry then fumbled around the messy draw and pulled out a small bottle of lube, shining in all its glory. He bit his lip before carelessly throwing it into his duffle bag, followed by some condoms for good measure. 

Some would say that Harry was out of his mind for packing lube and condoms for a trip where he had no sexual endeavours. Harry too believed he was out of mind, but he couldn't bring himself to take the items out of his bag. He asked himself why he was doing this; why he had any belief that during these next to weeks in was going to get intimate with Louis. The boy didn't even like him back, for heaven's sake! However, nothing was removed from the bag as Harry zipped it up and placed it out in the hallway of his flat.