Give me a break, I'm doing my best. Also, thanks for all the reads :)
"Well, this song sounds familiar." Louis shook his head and looked at the radio. "Watermelon Sugar" was playing for the fourth time in the day, and they'd only been out for a couple of hours. Harry blushed and reached for the volume knob.
"Sorry," he said, because the author saw fit. He shrugged a bit. "I mean, it's not like it's a good song or anything." A joke.
"Right, right."
"Yeah." Louis watched him for a moment as he bit a lip.
"Besides, the guy is overrated."
"Yeah, of course."
"His voice isn't even that good."
"Uh-,"
"And his suits are tacky."
"Ok, I'm drawing the line." Louis laughed. "Don't call me tacky!"
"I wasn't calling you tacky!"
"But you just did!"
"I know I--oh wait, I did."
"Yeah. You called me tacky."
"Among other things, yes."
"...But do you really think I'm tacky?"
"Of course not. And I think your voice is gorgeous and, if anything, you're underrated."
"Stop pushing it."
"Okay." He looked at the radio. "The song's not over yet."
"Alright."
"It's a long song."
"Not a very long conversation, to be fair."
"Shh, shh, shut up I wanna hear the song."
"You're gonna-," Louis turned the volume knob far over, and Harry winced a bit. "It's a little loud."
"I like it!" It ended. Louis sighed. Post Malone turned on. "Well that was short lived."
"Yeah, well, I like Post Malone."
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Larry Stylinson Imagines
FanfictionTo the two husbands of One Direction, Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles (aka Peter Pan and Susan Boyle). Because I got very upset that there are so many Harry Styles fanfics on here, partially because Larry is the most obvious thing I've ever come ac...
