Larry Stylinson Imagines

it's literally november

It's November. There's snow on the ground. There's Christmas music in the car. Y'all know I'm unapologetically writing Christmas fics.

"Harry, are you ready yet?" Louis whined down the hall. The groupchat on his phone kept chiming, and he checked to see all the boys laughing at some dumb joke. "They're all gonna think we got frostbite and died if we don't get there soon."

"Well maybe I do wanna get frostbite and die!" Harry shouted.

"If we don't leave within five minutes, it won't be frostbite that killed you, Harry."

"Why do you run such a tight ship?"

"Because I wanna go out with the boys."

"Well the way you 'organize' your clothes, you'd think that you just live in your own filth and play Xbox all day."

He didn't respond for a second, but took a deep breath. "Well if you'd hurry just a second more so that we could actually get there-,"

"I'm trying to get ready, but you keep interrupting me!"

"Well maybe if you were faster, I wouldn't have to interrupt you!" He was quiet. A few seconds later, he emerged from his bedroom in full snow gear, complete with ski goggles. Louis scoffed. "Are you kidding?"

"It's cold!"

"Well you don't need to go in that, you're not scaling Everest, it's just Liam's place."

"But... Liam doesn't know how to regulate his thermostat." 

Louis paused for a moment, then shook his head. "Okay. Bye."

"Wait, you're my ride!"

"I'm not driving you when you're wearing that. Take off the goggles, the pants and the boots and we'll go." Harry grumbled as he did, throwing up his arms when he finished.

"Hope you're happy with that."

"Actually, I am. Ready now, Princess?"

"...pfft. Princess, princess who? Whatever." Harry kept muttering under his breath as he made a beeline for the door. Louis grinned and grabbed his keys. 

"I'll take that as a yes, Highness."

"Hey, shut up! I'm not a princess."

"Well, considering the amount of time that it took you to get ready, you might think that you were." Louis looked him up and down. "And you just came out in jeans and stripes. Typical."

"Hey, it took a lot of time to-,"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." They continued down the hall, and Harry seemed a bit put out. "Don't make us late next time, please."

"Don't act like you have somewhere else to be when you really don't."

Louis placed a hand over his heart in mock injury. "Oh, how dare I get impatient when I'm trying to go hang out with friends and you can't choose between two identical shirts."

"It takes a long time to look this good!" Harry shouted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Louis bit a lip, trying not to laugh and patting his shoulder. He pushed the down button in the elevator bank and sighed. 

"You're cute."

"Yeah, that's what I was going for, so thanks." He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

Louis gave him a sideways glance as the elevator doors opened. A couple got off, giggly and red, and walked down the hall. "What is it?"

"It's nothing." He'd said it too quickly. "Just, you know."

"Stuff?" They got on the elevator and Harry blushed harder.

"...yeah, you could say that."

"What?"

"Nothing, just... don't look up."

"Goodness, Harry, what-," he looked up to see white berries and a few leaves hanging from the mirrored ceiling of the elevator and narrowed his eyes. "Whose idea was it to put mistletoe up in the elevator?" he said. "I mean, who's to say that a couple of friends aren't to..."

"Yeah." Harry pursed his lips and nodded. "That's exactly right."

"...I mean if you wanna-,"

"Yeah, it'd be a shame if, y'know. Sure."