My dear beloved (larry stylinson)

Believe

Louis POV-

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I feel abnormally large hands on my back shaking me 

"Mhkaiainsns" 

"Lou you have to get up" I turn over and grab harrys hands pulling him down on top of me 

"Or we could go back to sleep?" I attempt to open my eyes but I just quickly shut them after being blinded by the sun 

"No we cant I have a photo shoot today and you need to unpack everything lottie sent you" Harry lifts himself up above me 

"Come on baby get up" he gets off the bed dragging me with him

I whine and stand up, covering my eyes with one hand, the other holding harry's hand 

I let him drag me out to the kitchen where zayn is burning pancakes 

Harry walks around the island and pushes zayn out the way "I got this" he pats Harry on the back before sitting next to me 

"So how do you like New york?" 

"Its nice, Harry still has to give me a tour" Harry laughs and adds another perfect pancake to the plate 

"Well when he does tell him to drop you off at the studio" 

"Studio?" Zayn looks at me confused "Yeah the ary studio? You do art right? I thought you might like a job there, it's just me opened it a few years ago" 

"Wow I mean that sounds great, Harry never mentioned it" 

Hazza turns around placing a plate in front of zayn and louis "didn't think it was important" 

Zayn scoffs and harry laughs "you know you can come in with me today, if you and harry don't have any plans?" Harry shakes his head "no I have to go to work, Ed quit and moved to Massachusetts so I have a new partner" I look at him in shock 

"You have to tell me things harry!" 

"He left the day you got here there was nothing to tell" he holds his hands up in defense before attempting to throw soap on me 

Me and zayn burst out laughing, "sure zayn why not, when do we have to leave?" He looks at his watch "eh 30 minutes maybe" 

I scour out of my seat and to our room to try to find something presentable, all my stuff is still in boxes so it's kinda difficult 

I settle on a green/yellow Adidas hoodie I found in harry's closet and black skinny jeans 

I push the fringe out my eyes and walk back out to the kitchen 

"Ready mate?" I nod and kiss harry on the cheek by 

We walk outside the apartment and the nice (I really mean awful) London weather hits you 

I shiver a little under all my layers "damn I miss the heat" zayn chuckles in response 

We light cigarettes and start our journey 

"It's only about 10 minutes up the road" I nod and take a draft and slowly blow it out  (A/n: idk if it's different where you live but where I am we call well idk how else to say it, inhaling the cigarette and blowing it out is a draft, that was weird and difficult okay bye) 

Soon we make it to a nice,but covered in graffiti building 

Zayn leads me up some hollow stairs before we walk into a very nice and modern art studio with various paintings and artworks hung up 

My jaw drops "you did these?" He nods and walks off 

"You can paint something here if you want" he point to a small room filled with painting stuff and one canvas on the floor 

I walk in there and get to work, soon enough I have a very recognizable man walking downtown 

God guess I can't get rid on him, not that I want to

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