We Met At Starbucks...(Larry Stylinson) (B1)

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"You as actually did it! Oh my god! I am so proud of you!" Bebe cheered as she hugged me so bloody tight. It was a couple of days since we were back from vacation and I was at Bebe's house. "Bebe's, I love you and all, but I think that I'm going to die if you hug me any longer," I told her and she have me one more squeeze before she pulled away from me.

"It seems like a good show," Harry said andi looked to see her and Eleanor walking into the room. "Tell your girlfriend that," Eleanor said and I sighed. "What part of the series did she tell you about babe?" I asked and walked up to the two.

"Um...she told me about a wife who lost her husband and didn't hear about it for years?" "Did she tell how the husband died?" "No?" "Well let's watch it and maybe you can see why I think that the show is stupid," I said and grabbed her hand. She nodded and we walked to the couch.

"I'm going to go get some water," Bebe said. "You don't want to watch this with us?" Harry asked. "Nope. I'm not going to waste hours of my life on some stupid shit. All I have to say is that if you side with Eleanor, then I am going to question your knowledge." With that being said, Bebe walked out of the room. "Okay..."

"Shh! It's starting," Eleanor said and we looked at the screen. Harry leaned on my shoulder and held my hand as we began to watch the show. This is going to be so fun...please notice the sarcasm.When it was all over, I looked at Harry. Eleanor turned to her too.

"Well, what do you think?" Eleanor asked. "Well...I won't lie. The way that the husband died is very sad. It's just..." "Just what baby?" "She...she slept next to a dead body for years? How is that possible? Like...they shared the same bed...how...I'm so confused. Like if Louis and I shared a bed, and I woke up the next morning...I think that I would be pretty sure if her heart was beating or not. I get it if she is like the first to wake up, but when you return back to the room after a few hours and your lover is till in bed, then there is something up...then...my head hurts," She said.

"So you didn't like it?" I asked with a smile. "Um...the death was sad, but...the logic was even more sad. I just wasted my life on this and I can't get that time back...how can you not notice a dead body in your bed? You're sleeping right next to it! Like I can probably understand an hour, but years!? You see the limp body, and you just turn to see the ghost...I'm sorry, but if it was Louis and I, then I want her to get a fucking priest, because that shit is not normal. Like she saw the ghost and the body was in the same room! She probably dropped out of elementary school..." "Am I the only one seeing the beauty of this show?" El asked.

Harry looked at her, then at me. "Lou?" "Yes baby girl?" "Can we get my phone now? I need to do something before I fully realize how much time I've just wasted..." she said and got up. I chuckled before I got up and we walked to the front door. "Trust me Harry...you aren't the only one," Bebe said as she came to say her goodbyes to us. "I want to watch The Notebook so that I can remember of the good romantic comedies out there..." Harry said before giving El and Bebes a hug.

I hugged them right after and picked up my keys from the holder that Bebe had in her house before Harry and I left. We walked to my Bugatti and I unlocked it, grabbed Harry's car door, and opened it up for her. She smiled and thanked me with a kiss before she got in. I walked to the other side and hopped into the passenger seat.

"You really didn't like it?" "No. I really didn't. What I also realized is the dead body not perishing. Isn't there a time where the body starts decaying?" She asked and I hummed. "Then why didn't he like...decay? The show had a few good pointers...like the reason behind the death, but...it needs to be removed from all entertainment outlets," she said and I laughed, backing out of Bebe's driveway.

I was driving and Harry was singing to the music th as t was playing through my car. Our hands were still intertwined with each other's, and I was smiling. This was my life now. I was dating the most gorgeous woman that I have ever met, and it still shocks me that I can actually call her my girlfriend. I would look at her a few times and when she notices, she would look at me, smile, lean over and kiss my cheek, sit back, and continue singing. That made me smile even more before we pulled into the malls parking lot.