KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

CHOCOLATE

In his room, Louis spots a pair of brown leather boots next to the door. Shortly after, he sees Harry sitting on the sofa, reading a book. "How did you get into my room?" Louis asks.

"Oh, Louis. I didn't see you coming," Harry says with a soft voice as he looks up from his book. His curls are messy, stuck around his head.

Harry's relaxed manner drives Louis crazy inside. "This is my room. You could have asked me before entering, don't you think?"

"Sophie told me it wouldn't be a problem since I'll stay here tonight, too. So basically, it's not only you room. Plus, I needed a bathroom so she gave me the key card. Is that enough of an explanation?"

"Sia and Sophie are the same person, literally, I see."

"Oh Louis."

"Oh Harry," Louis says sarcastically.

"Are you seriously pissed now?"

"I am," Louis answers. "How would you feel if I were in your private room all of a sudden?"

"You knew I would come here. I don't understand why you're so upset about facts."

"Should I be happy? I don't think so."

Harry sighs. "You shouldn't let this whole thing affect you that much. I'm sorry that it does and I can see that you're unhappy with it but also, I'm stuck in this with you."

"The difference is that you don't mind doing it."

"That's not true," Harry says as he gets up a little bit. He turns toward Louis and folds his hands, propping up his elbows on his knees. "We just haven't talked about it properly."

Louis rolls his eyes. "I don't want to talk about it, at least not with you."

"Maybe it would help you to deal better with the situation."

"Don't you think you're exceeding your authority a little too much?"

"Why? I'm just trying to help you."

Louis lets out an ironical laugh. "Sure."

"It's okay," Harry shrugs. "If you don't want to talk, don't."

"You're such a do-gooder, I can't believe it."

Harry blows air through his lips. "You don't have to be rude to me just because you're hurt or sad or whatever. Talking is the key in case if you don't know. I'll wait until you understand."

"I wonder who told you that. Your manager?"

Harry smiles a little bit. "Well, I wouldn't call her that but actually . . . she's been something like that."

"She probably isn't better than Sia or Sophie, is she?"

"Well, I'd say she's the most important woman in my life."

Louis rolls his eyes. "What a surprise."

"My mum told me that in case if you want to know. We talk about everything and to be honest, it's absolutely the best thing to do when you're struggling with anything but . . . yeah, I get it. You don't want to talk."

"Exactly."

"Fine," Harry says as he pushes his curls back. "I would like to see your show tonight."

"Do what you want but don't expect me to babysit you."

Harry chuckles and shakes his head. "We've been here before. I can keep myself occupied, don't worry."

"Good. I'll lay down for a while."

"Oh, really?" Harry says in a playful tone. "Don't go! I don't know what to do without you."

Louis can't hide as smile at Harry's comment but the words that come out of his mouth aren't friendly at all. "Fuck off."

"Nice word choice," Harry chuckles and takes his book back from where he has put it. Louis walks into the bedroom where he lays down on his bed. He doesn't want to be near Harry so this is the best option. He still feels relaxed because of the massage. After a while, he falls asleep. As Louis wakes up, Harry is sitting on the bed next to him. He turns toward Louis and their eyes meet.

"How do you feel now? Better?"

"No, I'm still pissed."

"Oh," Harry says amused, "your usual mode. I thought sleeping might have calmed you down but obviously it wasn't enough." Louis flips him off with a sour expression. "Don't start that again or would you want to work with me forever?"

"Are you here to torture me? If you don't stop making fun of me, you won't watch the show tonight," Louis warns. "It's up to you."

"Oh, come on Louis. Stop being such a pessimist," Harry says in a lovely tone. "It doesn't suit your pretty face."

"Stop calling me pretty," Louis grunts. "Girls are pretty. Am I a girl?"

Harry shrugs, then gets up from the bed. He kneels down to pull something out of his bag before sits down again. "Here grumpy, take this." Harry hands Louis a chocolate bar. "That will help your body to release endorphins and make you happy again."

"What is this?"

"Chocolate. Swiss chocolate, if you want to know exactly – one of the absolute best."

Louis frowns but takes the chocolate bar from Harry and looks at it. He opens the package immediately and takes a small bite. "Woah, it's delicious," he mumbles, turning the package to read what's written on it.

"You could trust me a little bit more, I'm not here to be your enemy."

"Maybe you're annoying but at least you have a good taste in chocolate."

"A very important trait," Harry smiles. "I'll ignore the first part."

"Hm." This chocolate is better than any chocolate Louis has ever tried. It's sweet but not too sweet or sugary, it feels soft on his tongue, yet hard. Louis takes another bite and keeps the piece in his mouth for a while until it starts melting on his tongue and the full-flavoured taste infatuates his senses. "This really is one of the best chocolate bars I've ever eaten. Wow."

"It's also my favourite. There's another one with hazelnuts but I wasn't sure if you liked that or if you were allergic so I chose this one."

"Well then . . . thank you. You haven't planned on buying me with that, have you?"

Harry rolls his eyes at Louis. "No, I just wanted to enlighten your mood a little bit. And by the way . . . you're welcome."

They sit there in silence for a while. Harry continues reading and Louis is on his phone. "I would really love to watch the show tonight or . . . do you want me to stay here?" Harry asks after a while. Louis had already forgotten about his request.

"Well . . . okay. As long as I don't have to babysit you it's okay for me."

"I promise, you won't have to do that." Harry gives Louis a smile and just in that moment Louis notices how deep Harry's dimples are on both sides of his cheeks.