KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

A MORE OR LESS NORMAL CONVERSATION

The next morning, Louis wakes up early. He yawns, stretches himself and turns onto his back. He bends his head a little bit and sees Harry sleeping next to him. His messy curls are spread over the white pillow and he looks peaceful in his sleep. All Louis knows about Harry is what he's read in the media: that he is always linked to celebrities, that he's bisexual but mostly he's seen with women, that he hooks up with the hottest people from the business, that he's modelling for known labels and that he's a multi-millionaire. If Louis didn't know all those things about Harry, would he be nicer to him? Would he be as annoyed of him as he is? Why the fuck is he thinking about it? In that moment Louis gets reminded of why he woke up. He goes to the bathroom to have a wee, then he lays down in his bed again. As he's slipping under the warm covers, Harry stirs and wakes slowly. He yawns and turns toward Louis. "Hey," he says quietly and blinks. His voice is so deep in the morning.

"Hey." Harry yawns again and some of his curls fall into his face. "Did you sleep well?"

"Are you sure you want to talk to me early in the morning?" Harry asks. He looks at Louis and smiles a little bit.

"I could try."

"Sounds good."

"Were you talking to your girlfriend last night?"

"Oh, you heard me? I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you up."

"You didn't."

Suddenly, Harry's alarm goes off. Louis frowns as he looks at his phone. It's 7:30 in the morning. "Harry," Louis moans, "we have a day off! Turn that alarm off, please!" He exhales and rubs his face. The sound is ringing in his ears and nearly gives him a headache.

"Sorry for the alarm. I forgot to turn down the volume last night. As you know working out is one of my favourite ways to start the day. It's about time."

"Oh god," Louis moans, "that's insane."

Harry gets up from the bed. "I love it. After running, I usually have-," he explains, but Louis interrupts him.

"Wait, wait, let me guess . . . you usually have breakfast: fresh orange juice and yoghurt with fruits, sometimes whole grain bread with cream cheese and avocado slices," Louis says. "Am I right?"

Harry nods acknowledging. "You're right. Except for the cream cheese. I prefer my slice of bread with avocado only. Who told you this?"

"I'm a smart person what actually might surprise you."

Harry lets out a short laugh and shakes his head. "Alright Smartie - I'm quite impressed with your skills." Harry takes his shirt off and changes into his sports outfit.

"Smartie? Of course, Harold."

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that, right?"

Louis just flips him off but Harry doesn't seem impressed as he leaves. When Harry comes back from his run, Louis is still in bed. "Hey Smartie . . . do you want to spend your day off in bed being lazy?" Harry jokes as he takes off his beanie and jacket. His hair is messy, his cheeks are glowing in a slight pink tone.

"Yeah Harold. I'm enjoying my day off in contrast to you who obviously prefers torturing himself in the morning already," Louis answers as he types something into his phone, not looking up.

"Fine. Do you want to have breakfast with me?"

"No, thanks. I think I'm going to order some food later."

"Okay. I'll go out today and spend the day with a friend so I probably won't be back soon."

Louis puts his phone down. "Let me guess, she is a model too."

"Yeah."

"Why doesn't that surprise me."

"She's one of the girls who walked the runway yesterday."

"The one with the obnoxious blue mop around her head and the silver condom she wore as a suit?"

Harry chuckles. "Well, I wouldn't describe her outfit like that but yes, it's her."

"Wait, let me think . . . her name sounded like that crisp brand Walkers."

"Louis!" Harry half-laughs.

"What? Her name sounds like Walkers."

"I call her Walkie but her full name is Walijyah."

"See?"

Harry shakes his head and rolls his eyes playfully. "Well, I'm going to meet her and we'll probably go out too so don't wait for me."

"Why should I wait for you?"

"Well, we're staying in a room together so I thought you might want to know in case if you want to take advantage of being alone but if you don't mind?"

Louis shakes his head but chuckles. "I don't know what's going on in your model brain but I'm not going to have an orgy in here when you come back. Now fuck off and do whatever you want to do." Louis' voice is almost playful, not too bitter.

"You are always so dramatic." Harry puts his left hand onto his hip, bends it to the right while he rolls his eyes. He holds his right arm up and touches his forehead with the back of his right hand.

Harry's pose makes Louis laugh. "You're crazy, really."

"I think there are two people in here who are a little bit crazy, don't you think so?" Harry doesn't wait for Louis to answer as he walks out of the room.

After Harry has left, Louis orders breakfast for himself. After lunch, the other boys want to do a sightseeing tour of the city as well as some other crew members so the tour manager arranges everything for them. He books a private sightseeing bus for the group that picks them up at the hotel. Since there are few fans waiting outside, Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall take pictures with them and write autographs for some minutes. The crew members get into the bus first but Rob and Ben stay outside with the band and observe everyone around with eagle eyes.

On their trip they visit Paris' most beautiful sights such as the Eiffel Tower, Montmartre and the huge cathedral Notre Dame, as well as some secret locations that are beautiful and not easy to find for someone who doesn't live in the city. It's a nice day that's filled with laughter and fun. After the tour, the group has dinner together and after that everyone does what they want. Liam and Zayn decide to go to the gym, Niall wants to read a book and Louis decides to just talk to his family and friends to catch up with the latest news from back home. He promises everyone to visit during the three days they have off before the band is heading to Barcelona. When Harry comes home in the middle of the night, Louis is fast asleep.