Harry Styles Fancy Going Ballroom Dancing l.s.

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"Do you have s'more ingredients?" Harry asked.

"Yes I do."

"Do you have a fireplace outside?"

"I have that."

"Are you picking up what I'm putting down?"

"Yes, I am picking up what you're putting down." Louis smiled.

"Great, now direct me to the food." Harry said, holding out his arm. Louis smiled and rolled his eyes. He grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him to the kitchen.

"Graham crackers are in the pantry and the marshmallows should be in there too." Louis said.

"Where is the chocolate?" Harry asked.

"They're in my room. I'm going to go get them." Louis said leaving Harry alone in the kitchen. Louis speed walked to his room. He opened his door and turned on the light to his left. Louis jumped on top of his made bed to get to his night stand. Opening the top drawer with a couple Hershey chocolate bars in there. He grabbed two and rolled off the other side of his now messy bed.

Harry walked out of the kitchen with the graham crackers and the marshmallows in his hands. Louis motioned his head to the sliding door that led to his backyard. Louis slid the door open and let Harry go first.

"Ah shit. I forgot the sticks to put the marshmallows on." Louis said. He turned around and walked to his kitchen and looked in the pantry for them. A new package was hanging on the side. He grabbed it and started opening it on his way outside. Harry was sitting in a lawn chair opening the marshmallows. Louis sat in the lawn chair next to him.

Harry found the lighter fluid and poured a little bit on the wood in the fireplace. Louis turned around. Louis grabbed a piece of newspaper that was in a bag by the fire wood.

"So how is it in the world of Harold Styles?" Louis smiled at harry.

"Well just working on some new stuff." Harry reached for a stick. Louis handed one to him and waited for him to continue. He didn't though. He just proceeded to put a marshmallow on the stick and hold it over the fire.

"Don't give away the details Harry." he said jokingly. He reached over Harry for a marshmallow.

"Louis, why don't you give me the juicy details about your life."

"Harold. I have nothing going on besides getting some new songs written."

"Care to share? I would love to be the first to hear them." Harry said in a cocky tone. His eyes were focused on the marshmallow.

"Who says you're the first to hear them. Maybe Clifford heard them before you." Louis replied. He glanced at Harry.

"Okay fine. I would love to be the second one to hear them." Harry smiled. This is nice. I missed this. I missed him. Harry thought to himself.

"Well what are you doing Louis? Go get your guitar and start singing." Harry rushed him. Louis handed his stick with the marshmallow still on. He swore under his breath as he went inside to get his guitar.

Harry leaned Louis stick against the table next to him. His attention was brought back to his marshmallow. He slowly turned it to make the sides even.

"Alright hazza pick 1, 2, or 3?" Louis closed the sliding door. He was holding the guitar by the neck.

"Do I get to know the options?" Harry asked, still looking at his marshmallow.

"No. Now pick one." Louis said quickly and got comfortable in his seat.