Average. [Larry Stylinson au] EDITING

Chapter 8

"Harry, seriously," I say, getting really annoyed now. "We need to get this song done," I tell him.

Harry's now sat up on my bed, playing a game on my phone that he's never played before. "Wait, I'm just..." Harry starts, still staring at my phone, playing the game. "What?!" He shouts at the phone. "That doesn't count! I didn't die! This game is stupid," he frowns, putting the phone down.

I huff. "Then stop fucking playing it."

Harry picks the phone up again. "One more go, I swear I'll beat your score this time," he says.

"Harry!" I shout. He ignores me. I huff. "Can I borrow your phone?" I ask.

"In my bag," he tells me. I pull his bag up onto the bed and rummage through it, finally finding his phone at the bottom, along with a flower crown. "Hey, Harry?" I ask.

"Hmm?" He replies, still not looking up.

I hold the flower crown in my hand. "Why haven't you worn this since your first day?" I ask.

Harry still doesn't look up. "Wear what?" He asks. I roll my eyes. I get up and jump on the bed, knocking my phone out of his hands. "Lou! I literally just nearly beat your score!" He says, frustrated.

"No one cares. Anyway, wh-" I start.

"I do," Harry frowns, crossing his arms.

I ignore him and carry on talking. "Why haven't you worn the flower crown since your first day?" I ask again.

Harry shrugs. "I dunno. I guess I didn't really bother with them again," he tells me.

"Are you actually not into flowers, then?" Harry shrugs. I pout. "But it's pretty. Put it on," I straddle Harry's waist and force the crown on his head. "There," I smile.

Harry scrunched his nose. "You should wear it," Harry says, taking the crown off his head.

I shake my head. "No, I don't want to, I'll look stupid," I say, trying to push it away. Harry pushes back though, grabbing both of my hands and pressing them into my lap so I can't move them. He then manages to place the flowers on my head.

"It suits you," Harry smiles. I frown and try to shake it off. "No, keep it on, it's nice," he tells me. "A tattooed punk with flowers in his hair. Cute," Harry smiles.

I frown. "Just because I have tattoos does not mean I'm a punk, Harold, you stereotypical ass," I reply grumpily.

"I know that, I'm joking. I have tattoos too, y'know. Probably more than you," I roll my eyes. "But you really do look cute in it, you should wear them more," Harry says.

"I kind of like it," I say. "Feels nice."

Harry shrugs. "I have spares, if you want them." I look up at him.

"Really?" I ask.

"Sure. I mean, I don't really like admitting it, but I like them. We could share," he tells me.

I gasp. "Oh my God, yeah! How many do you have? We could split them and be like... Flower Buddies! Hazzy let's do it!" I exclaim, excitedly. Harry laughs fondly at me.

"First of all, calm down, you're going to fall off the bed," he laughs, putting his hands on my waist to keep me still. "Second; Hazzy? Really?" Harry smirks.

"Hey," I whine. "It slipped," I pout.

"Don't worry, I like it," he smirks again. "That means I get to call you boo," he doesn't stop smirking. "Or bub. Bub's cute," he tells me. "You look like a bub."

"Bub's better than boo," I say. "Bub. Bub bub bub. It sounds funny," I giggle.

Harry groans. "You're going to fucking kill me with how cute you are, dammit," Harry sighs. I smile. "Anyway, off you get. My legs are going numb from this position," he says, lifting me up a bit.

I get off his lap and sit on the bed again, picking up my phone instead of Harry's. "Harry, would you mind if I invited my friend round? It's that girl you thought was my girlfriend," I say.

Harry shrugs again. "I don't mind," he says. "But I thought we were going to finish the song?"

I roll my eyes. "Oh, so now you want to do the song?"

"I can't be asked to play your dumb game anymore," Harry says, leaning back on the headboard. I dial Crystal's number and put the phone to my ear. After about ten seconds, she picks up. I put it on speaker.

"Lou! You piece of shit! Why haven't you called me or anything; we haven't seen each other in ages!" Crystal exclaims.

"I just called you," I state. Harry let's out a short laugh.

"I meant earlier, you fuck. Anyways, I'm with Zayn and Niall right now; who say they also haven't heard from you in a while. Care to explain? Are you with that Harry boy? Is he your boyfrie-" I'm quick to cut her off by letting out a shriek, making Harry jump.

"Jesus fuck, Lou," he says, putting a hand in his chest. "Scared the living daylights outta me."

I ignore him, quickly taking the call off speaker. "Crystal. I'm with Harry right now, yes. That was on speaker."

"Whoops, sorry," definitely not sorry. "What did you call for anyway?" Crystal asks.

"To see if you wanted to come round. You can bring Zayn and Niall, too, if they want to come," I tell her.

"Sure, I'll ask them," she tells me. Then she shouts: "Zayn, Niall! Louis' inviting us round! And we're fucking going!" She doesn't wait for a reply when she answers; "They said yes. See you in a bit Lou!" I grumble a 'bye' in response before hanging up.

"Zayn and Niall are coming too," I say to Harry, leaning back on the headboard next to him.

"Yeah, I heard," he replies, back to playing my game.

"Harry," I whine. "Stop playing the game and love me," I say nuzzling my face into his chest.

"Lou, get off, let me play the game," Harry moans, shoving me a bit.

I huff, sitting up. "I feel like one of those neglected girlfriends who's boyfriends' always play FIFA and ignore them," I say. Harry laughs.

"Don't worry, bub, I'd never ignore you," Harry coos, teasingly. "By the way, I beat your high score," he says. I gasp and sit up.

"Fuck you!" I grab the phone from him and go onto the game.

"You can't beat this score, it's too high for you," he teases. I ignore him and start playing the game.

Harry sits next to me with his arm around my shoulders, watching me play. As he watches me get closer to his score, he tries distracting me. "No," he whines, drawing out the 'o'. He nudges his head into my neck and pushes. It works. I die.

"Harry, you shit! I was so close!" I frown.

Harry let's out a triumphant laugh. "I win," he mocks.

"Actually, I do," I state. "You may have distracted me, but I still beat your score," I smirk.

Harry slumps. "I hate you."

"You love me, really."

Harry sighs and pulls me into a headlock. "I do."

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HI GUYSSS

I'm soooo sorry for not updating. I have exams soon, so I've been concentrating on studying. I was also going to update like 2 days ago but we got the news that Zayn left and I broke down. I'm literally so upset it's unreal.

Anyway, I don't know when the next update will be, because as I said, I have exams soon. So it will be whenever I can do it.

Don't forget to vote and comment! I hope you're all okay after the Zayn news, and I hope none of you (I'm praying) have contributed to the #CutForZayn. I know I haven't.

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