Larry Stylinson Imagines

b1tch3s broken hearts

So I have to eat my words. I have said before that I hate Billie Eillish, which isn't true. Do I think she's overrated? Yeah. Is her music good to listen to and write along to? It is. Easy listening.

Anyway, this one is for her song "B1tches Broken Hearts" bcuz it's a good one. I just wrote it around the general vibe of the song. P.S., I'm getting long hair/prince hair Harry vibes. I just like this haha.

"Do you see him?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"100%?"

"Yes, Harry. He's not home."

"Good." Harry collapsed onto the couch with a sigh. Liam hung Harry's key on the shelf by the door. "I liked tonight."

"I'm sure she did, too."

"Yeah."

"Are you gonna call her tomorrow?"

"No, probably not."

"Ok." Liam shook his head and placed a hand on the doorknob. "I'm tired, gonna head home."

"Alright."

"Goodnight Harry."

"'Night."

Liam closed the door behind him and Harry kicked off his shoes, settling back into the sofa. He groaned when he heard Liam talking to someone outside of the apartment. "Is he in there?" he heard Louis say. Goodnights were said, a door was opened and closed, and keys were dropped on the counter. "How was it?" Louis asked, irritated.

"Fun."

"Where'd you go to?"

"Dunno, some club. Can't remember the name."

"Huh." Louis watched Harry. He sat up on the couch and Louis cleared his throat. "So did she have a good time?"

"...Honestly, I dunno. She was fun, though. Very energetic."

"Goodness, Harry." Louis sighed and took off his coat.

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"I- no, you didn't, it's just-,"

"Why are you all flustered, then?" Harry stood and walked toward Louis, finally perching on the counter with his arms crossed. "You seem upset."

"It's just... it's late, is it bad that I wanna get to bed?"

"No. It just seems like there's something more playing into it."

"Well, there's not. Goodnight." Louis tried to walk past Harry, but he grabbed Louis's forearm, pulling him back. Harry gave him a look and placed a hand on his shoulder, brushing his fingers across his collarbone. Louis turned red and tried to pull away. "Haz-,"

"Louis." He could feel Harry's warm breath on his cheeks. "Why do you seem jealous?" Harry leaned in closer to him. Their foreheads were touching. He grinned when Louis turned red. "You are, aren't you?"

"Oh, shut up," Louis said, flustered. He tried to shake his arm free, but Harry pulled him closer, kissing him gently. Louis froze for a moment, and Harry pulled away. He cleared his throat and tugged a piece of hair behind his ear.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"...you taste like tequila."