Camping Anyone? // Larry Stylinson

Three

"Louis, are you sure you don't need help with that?" Harry queried, laughing. 

Louis was attempting, and failing, to haul several bags from the car over the the area where the boys were going to pitch their tents. He looked pretty unsteady, and was stumbling a bit.

"I'm absolutely fine Harold," Louis replied as he lost his footing and ended up falling over a stick. The bags he were clutching went flying through the air. "Fuck!" he cursed from the ground.

"Oh my god Louis!" Harry gasped, trying not to laugh. "Are you okay?"

"I'm alright" Louis grunted, embarrassed, as he picked himself up. "Who the fuck put that stupid fucking stick there anyway though?"

"Louis- we're in the wild, where there's things called trees which have things called branches and sticks."

"Fuck you Harry," Louis laughed fondly.

Harry blushed and grabbed a few of the bags that Louis was previously carrying. He helped him transport them over to the spot on the grass where the boys had plans to pitch their tents.

When Louis and Harry arrived with the bags, Liam, Niall and Zayn had both of the tents out of their bags, but neither were assembled.

"Alright lads," Liam announced with his hands on his hips, "What do we want our sleeping arrangements to be? Remember there has to be two of us in Harry's tent and three in mine."

"Do you two boys wanna sleep in your own tents?" Niall asked Harry and Liam.

"I don't mind," Harry said, secretly hoping he would be chosen to sleep in a tent with Louis.

"Neither," said Liam. "But Harry and I sleeping in our own tents would probably make things a bit easier."

"Yeah," agreed Zayn.

Liam cleared his throat. "So I'll go in my tent and then-" 

"I wanna sleep with you," Zayn interrupted, and then blushed furiously red, realising the double meaning to the words he had just uttered.

Louis laughed loudly, and snatched a quick peek at Harry, who was also laughing.

"Not like that," Zayn said as he waved his arms, embarrassed. "I think I'd rather die than have to go through that." 

Everyone laughed, and Liam hit Zayn's arm playfully. 

"Anyways, what I was trying to say is, I wanna sleep in Liam's tent," Zayn corrected, redeeming himself.

"That sounds good," Liam smiled.

"Remember, I'm not sleeping anywhere near Niall," Harry piped up, realising that if Niall shared with Zayn and Liam he would have the chance to share a tent with Louis. "It's too much of a struggle flatting with him, let alone camping in a tent with him."

Niall pouted, pretending to be upset. "But Harry! I thought we had a special bond here!"

"You wish," Harry joked. He glanced at Louis, who appeared to be awfully moody all of a sudden. Harry bit his lip tentatively, hating that Louis looked like he was not enjoying himself. Harry came to the conclusion that his sudden mood change could have had something to do with his lack of sleep.

"Niall, do you want to sleep with me and Zayn?" Liam asked, hauling a bag over his shoulder.

"Sure," Niall agreed. "If that's what it takes to get away from that Harold guy," he joked, giving Harry a dirty look.

"Awh Niall," Harry cooed, acting as if him and Niall were a couple. "I know you love me Ni Ni! C'mon, can I have a kiss?"

 Harry puckered his lips at Niall before Niall placed his hand on Harry's face and pushed him away.