Between Larry

5

The events of yesterday is still playing in my head as I reach out to turn of my alarm clock. It is 7 and way to early to wake up during vacation but my cousin have school today and my aunt and uncle have jobs so here I am waking up inhumanly early just to spend quality time with my family.

I get dressed in a pair of jeans and a Walls hoodie, dragging myself down the stairs to the already set breakfast table. The place next to my thirteen year old cousin is free so I plop down and grab some bread and marmalade. My though is almost bleeding from me biting it trying not to tell them about yesterday and Louis, but I respect his privacy more than anything in this world. Definitely more than bragging. So I keep quiet, which is rare for me.

The rest of the day is spent at Primark with Hanna. I buy way to much shit as usual and it is not as cheap as I expect it to be, as usual.

We are sitting at an cafe chatting about life and all the other things you discuss during a Swedish fika. I'm in the middle of propping my mouth full with a chocolate muffin when my phone buzzes. Which I have to admit is a bit rare, I don't have that many friends. To make it even more rare, it is a number I don't have in my contacts and it is not a Swedish number. It doesn't take mor then half a minute for my brain to register it and understand. This time I do scream. My phone is flying to the other side of the coffe shop as a result of my hast movements. Hanna looks at me with confusion and what I asume is fear in her eyes.

I shamefully walk over and pick up my phone. Reading the text out loud for to hear.

"Hey! Just wanted to let you know that I appreciate our talk yesterday, a lot. Really appreciate it. What are you doing to night? Do you and your friend want to have dinner with me and my partner and my friend"

Fore more texts roll in while I'm reading the first one.

"Fuck that's formal"
"Dinner?"
"It's Louis"
"You're a real dickhead if you don't know it though"

The texts quiets down and hanna is quiet in shook so I reply the first thing that comes to my mind which is not really a reply but my brain is not working properly.

"No dickhead here"

It takes less then a minute for my phone to buzz with the reply.

"Still a dickhead... do you wanna come to dinner or not!? My partner is cooking, he's an amazing cook. But don't compliment him because he will never shut up about it"

I drop my phone immediately reading the text. HE. HE. FUCKING HE. HIS PARTNER IS A HE. I KNOW I SHOULDNT FREAK OUT BUT IF YOU HAVE BEEN A LARRY FOR TEN YEARS AND THEN HEARS THAT LOUIS PARTNER IS A FUCKING HE IT IS PRETTY HARD NOT TO FREAK OUT.

Hanna looks at me and all I can do is to let out a whisper:

"Larry is real"

"For real, you can't now that Paulina. We've been over this a million times. Just let them be themselves."

"But... but..."

I give her the phone instead of trying to explain because I can't even comprehend it for myself. Her eyes look over the screen carefully reading every word twice before she says:

"Fuck. Larry is real"

As a true Larry the only reply I can send is still not the answer to his question but instead another question.

"Did he use to be a baker? ; )"

"Fuck you"
"Yes"

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

"Keep your shit together, are you coming to dinner or not? H will be really disappointed if you say no :'("

I turn to hanna with a smile on my lips: "so dinner at the tomlinsons'?" She nods her head slowly as if it still hasn't been processed by her brain.

"Can't disappoint the husband can we?? ;)"

"🖕🏻"

"😘"

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