You and I (Larry Stylinson)

Harry's POV

Harry's POV:

"C'mon boys. You all have interviews today." Our tour manager, Paul, called out. I sighed and pushed myself off of my hotel bed that I shared with Louis but was actually supposed to share with Zayn. Management tried separating us as often as possible but that didn't happen very often. Louis was in the bathroom with the door open, having a wee. I had told him to shut the door as he used the toilet but he refused because there was a football match on and he wanted to at least hear it, not wanting to miss a second of it.

"Come on Louis. We need to get ready." I call to him. Paul rolls his eyes and walks out of the room and to Niall and Liam's room across the hall to tell them to start getting ready.

"I'm coming Harry. Calm down." He sasses. I rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom to find him sitting on the counter top, making faces in the mirror.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He glances at me through the mirror and smiles some.

"Making faces." he says. I shake my head and walk to the shower, turning it on and getting the water warm and grabbing a towel from the shelf. I begin taking off my shirt and I see Louis looking at me. I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Can I help you, Mr. Tomlinson?" I asked with a sly smirk coming to my lips.

"We should shower together, Mr. Styles. It conserves water." He says and jumps down from the counter.

"No." I say and continue getting undressed. I strip out of my sweatpants that I was wearing and then out of my boxers.

"Why the hell not?" He asked and crossed his arms. He looked adorable when he tried to act angry. I knew he wasn't because of the small smile trying to form on his lips.

"Because, Louis, we actually need to hurry. We have no time for you and I to take a shower together." I say.

"See, that's where you're wrong, Harry." He says. "If we shower together, it's only one shower and doesn't take as long, therefore, it's quicker than us taking separate showers."

I sigh and shake my head, stepping into the shower and letting my muscles relax under the warm water.

"Fine Louis. But just showing. That's it. And shut the door. Don't want Paul to come back to the room and see us naked, right?" I tell him. He cheers and turned to close the door then began stripping out of the sweater that he took from me, again, and his grey sweatpants that he also took out of my bag. He never wears his own close. He always steals mine.

He steps into the shower with me and I move over a bit so he could get his body wet.

"See, Haz, this is nice." He says. I roll my eyes and reach for the shampoo bottle but he slaps my hand away.

"I want to do it." he says and grabs the bottle and squirts some shampoo into his hand and rubs it together in his hands. I sigh and turn so he could.

"Hurry, Louis. We have got an interview soon." I tell him. I imagine him making faces behind my back but I don't turn to confirm my theory and feel his hands start washing my hair. His fingers running through my hair and tugging at the ends some, making a small moan slip between my lips and causing me to blush.

"Aw, Harreh." He coos. "I know you want to but we have an interview soon."

I turn around and smack him lightly and tilt my head back, rinsing the shampoo out of my hair. Once it's out he moves to grab the conditioner but I shake me head and grab it myself, putting it into my own hair, knowing that if he did it again, he'd pull my hair again and I'd lose it.

I rinse it out and grab the body soap and begin washing my body before handing it off to Louis for him to do the same.

"You know Harry, you really are not fun when we are showing together." He says as he washes.