You Are My Everything: a Larry Stylinson au fic

Chapter 10

A/N: Okay so, it's a bit of a short chappie this time! I'm sorry, I wanted to get -something- uploaded. This is the one story I sort of have regular updating for :p Random fun fact of the day, this story was originally going to be a oneshot called "Heartless," which would have only included chapter one and not any of the other boys. That's why there's so many references to that song in the beginning; I never rewrote it. Anyway, hope you enjoy chapter 10!(:

-1Dtimetraveler xx

Niall catches me before I can find Liam. As I go past the living room, he calls out, “Hey, Hazza!”

“Yeah, Nialler?” I slow down and stop outside the archway. His blonde head pokes out from over the top of the couch, and I can barely see his eyes and his nose. Nialler looks like a little kid, peeking out like that, blue eyes bright and shining. “Tell me everything,” he begs enthusiastically, his voice cracking out of excitement. What a dork. I laugh and hop the back of the couch and flop on top of him, and the little Irishman lets out a yowl.

“HARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY!”

“You two! Shut up or I’m gonna come down there and you-!” a faint Zayn-like voice comes from upstairs, cutting off abruptly. Niall giggles from under me. “Oops,” he grins, his braces catching the light.

I roll off him and thud onto the floor. “It wasn’t that eventful, dude,” I tell him, but Nialler’s not having any of that. He crosses his arms and sits up, raising an eyebrow at me. I sigh. “Fine…it sure wasn’t fun. But I have to deal with her again tomorrow-”

“Harrrrrrrrrrrrry.”

“Niall, there’s not much I can do about it! You saw how happy Darcy was…”

He sighs too, and shrugs helplessly.

“Hazza!”

Niall and I look up to see a surprisingly chipper Louis standing leaning against the doorframe, glasses in hand and the other hand in his hair, which today is gelled up in a quiff not unlike Zayn’s. I guess he changed clothes, cause now he’s wearing black jeans (which aren’t even skinny!) instead of the red ones I watched him put on this morning, along with a white t-shirt and a blue blazer that may or may not be mine. I give him a suspicious look. “What’re you all dressed up for?”

He grins widely, drops the glasses on the table beside him, and announces, “We’re going out!”

…

“Lou, tell me where we’re going, at least!” I whine, squirming around in the passenger’s seat. I’m not sure I like where this is going, no pun intended. He glances over and smiles. “Nope.”

The bastard made me get all dressed up, and assigned Niall as Darcy’s babysitter. Now instead of whatever comfortable thing I had decided on, AHEM, on my own, I’m wearing khakis and a black sweater, and my hair’s got so much hairspray and gel in it that I don’t think an atomic bomb could move it. But hey, it looks good.

He laughs from beside me.

“Calm down, Hazzabear. It’s gonna be fun,” Lou grins, glancing sideways at me with those happy blue eyes of his. I cross my arms across my chest and huff dramatically, staring out the window for the rest of the drive to wherever.

Finally we pull up to some suspiciously fancy-looking restaurant. I turn back to Louis, confused. “What…?”

He shushes me. “Don’t ask, just wait,” he grins, parking and shutting off the car. I glance at my watch. “Louis, it’s 11 AM…” Lou jumps out and slams the door, then runs over to my side of the car and opens my door before I can. He dramatically swings and arm out, gesturing for me to walk ahead. “I know. Gonna go, or not?” He smiles widely, crinkling up his eyes. I sigh, fighting a smile. “Yeah, I guess so,” I say, swinging my legs out and stretching before waiting so we can walk in together. It’s crazy posh inside; chandeliers hang over every table, the lighting is yellow-orangish, giving everything a warm hue, and there are three or four leather-looking chairs around each small table. The whole thing is really cozy and intimate feeling, and it’s just plain bizarre that Lou would pick here for us to go…it doesn’t seem his style at all.