Speak Now (Larry Stylinson)

Forty Days

The day after, Louis dragged them all out again.

"I already went out with you Louis. Why do I have to go again?" Harry whined like a little kid.

"It's not just you Harry, it's all of us. We have to go get our suits," he said sternly.

"Why can't we just use one of the tuxedos that we already have," Harry complained refusing to move from his spot.

"Well it's my wedding and you do what I say," he replied with a last hard tug that made Harry give in. Harry groaned following along as Louis hollered for the other three lads.

Being the well knowledged shopper Louis was, he would go around critiquing all the suits which honestly looked all the same to Harry. Louis would order the other boys around telling them to try this one and then this one. As he stood there in a intense conversation with the shop owner, Niall and Zayn were starting to play around and whip each other with the clothes. Liam leaned against the wall chuckling at them two being idiots.

Harry watched as Zayn tried a ballerina turn but ended up hitting his elbow against the wall. Niall's loud laugh echoed in the silence and Louis shot him a look. The irish kid covered his mouth trying to suppress the laugh as Zayn rubbed his sour elbow.

Then Niall tried a ballerina spin and ended up on the floor with a thud. His face as bright red as he rolled on the floor laughing at his own clumsiness. Zayn was hitting his own thigh in silent laughter. To Harry's surprise, Liam decided to join in and did a good attempted turn and landed on his feet. Harry laughed and clapped as Liam bowed.

"Please show me your magical ways of turning," Niall said to Liam in a dramatic voice.

"Well young apprentice, you simply twirl and flick your foot up like so," Liam replied playing along. He demonstrated with a straight face. But then Zayn stuck his foot which sent Liam tumbling to the ground. All three of them laughed along at Liam's pouty face as he brushed himself off the floor.

"Watch me, I'll do it," Harry said puffing his chest up ready to do the best ballerina impression in his life. As he turned, something tripped him out. It wasn't even someone else, it was his own foot.

He made an oof as he landed on the floor. Louis looked like he was going to eat them alive. The lady he was talking to frowned at the boys but kept talking to Louis. They all knew they were making an ass of ourselves.

But the four lads didn't care.

Louis glared at Harry when he saw him looking at him, but Harry made no sign that he was going to stop. He just looked away swiftly and carried on.

"we..... Didn't..... Even.... Trip.. You..up... And..you...still..," Liam managed between laughed. Zayn cackled while Niall was red and going hysterical as he was still clutching his tummy and lying on the floor.

Niall looked liked a new born baby but with clothes on. His face was so red. This weird noise was coming out of his mouth and he scrunched up looking slightly deformed. Zayn nudged at Niall to keep rolling over until he went straight into the wall. Harry hurt into hysterical laughter. It felt good to let it all out with laughter.

Harry felt happy.

Niall groaned as he rolled back onto his back.

He moaned before rubbing his head.

"Ohhh you got a booboo," Zayn cooed with laughter.

"Fuck you Zayn," Niall replied.

At that point, the owner of the job looked quite disturbed and Harry couldn't help but laugh at her expression. She fluttered her eyelashes in shock. He couldn't hear what she said but she scurried off quickly to the back room.

Harry wiped the tears out of his eyes and looked to see Louis giving the meanest glare ever. Without another word, he stormed out of the shop. Harry sighed and followed along. The rest of the boys got the message and followed on.

Great, Harry thought. Now they had pissed Louis off.

And a pissed Louis was a very hard to deal with Louis.

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"Oohhh come on," Niall whined at Louis's door. Niall had been trying to be apologizing to Louis for a long time.

Still no progress.

"Has he forgiven you yet?" Liam asked loudly from the couch.

"Not yet," Harry yelled back keeping him updated.

Harry heard Zayn snicker.

"Shut up Zayn. It's your fault you decided to bash me on a wall," Niall complained as he patted his own sore head.

"Yeah but I wasn't the one who said fuck you in front of a posh old lady," Zayn pointed out smartly.

"Sorry for being Irish," Niall grumbled at Zayn as he leaned against Louis's locked door.

"Tomlinson. Open the bloody door," Niall whined loudly.

"Calling him Tomlinson ain't gonna him open the door," Harry told Niall who now looked like a dying cat scratching at the door.

"I give up," Niall said as he peeled himself off the door. "Your turn Styles." The blonde boy walked like a zombie to join the other boys on the couch. Liam patted his head in sympathy and Zayn ruffled his hair making Niall scowl at him.

"Louis," Harry knocked on the door calmly.

"Go away," he heard his angry friend say from the other side.

"Let me in."

"No."

"Remember what I did to your shoes last time?" Harry threatened with a evil smile. There was a moment of silence and he heard the door unlock. Louis stood there in the doorway this cute pouty expression on his face.

"Aw Louis," The taller boy laughed at his band mate's expression before pulling him into a hug. His arms slowly slid onto Harry's back and he rested his head in the crook of Harry's neck. Harry rest his chin on Louis's head. It was funny how Harry was now taller than Louis. Before they were the same height. Harry loved the way Louis smelt. He smelt so cuddly and clean. He took a good whiff of Louis hair before pulling away. Harry grabbed Louis's cheeks and moved them around and Louis let him. A small smile slowly crawled onto the older boys face.

"See. You look better when you smile," Harry said ducking his head so he would look at him. Even though he was looking at the ground, Harry could tell he was smiling. "Sorry for our behaviour, we can't always be mature like you. I promise we won't do that again," Harry apologised sincerely.

"Your forgiven," he replied after a moment of silence.

"Yes," Harry exclaimed before grabbing Louis's hand and heading into the lounge.

"Hey that's no fair," Niall protested," how come you can get him smiling in two minutes when I can't even get him to open the door in five hours."

"Because Niall, Louis and Harry have a special thing," Liam explained to Niall like a teacher talking to a student. "It's called love."

Harry gulped letting the comment slide off his shoulder.

Harry peeked over at Louis who looked perfectly normal. Niall looked confused and Zayn didn't looked fazed at all. He couldn't see Liam's face because his back was facing him.

"Hey guys, I'm hungry anyone else?" Zayn asked casually breaking the weird silence.

"Same, let's go get something to eat," Liam agreed normally.

Louis wasn't even laughing or anything. It was like he hadn't even said it.

Harry's mind was in a muddle.

It was just a comment. Harry told himself he needed to learn not to always take comments so seriously.

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