Harry: I'm kidding, I think it's cute.
Ed: And guess what the people who ship you guys are called?
Harry: ...
Ed: Larries.
Harry: Jesus Christ.
Ed: All the love.
Harry: You went on my Twitter!
Ed: I stalked you.
Harry: Oh.
Ed: I ship bullshit.
Harry: I'm hanging up.
Harry: But thank you so much for doing this for me! I appreciate it so much!
Ed: Always in my heart.
Harry: Lord jesus.
Ed: Chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in pa-
Ed: Harry?
Ed: God damn.
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"So, anyways, I would like to have the-" Louis started.
"Nope. Sorry, mate, but Harry here already had a meal for you specially made," Ed said, winking at Harry.
"What- what meal is it?" Louis asked.
"You'll see," Harry smirked.
Ed walked away and practically ran into the kitchen, where literally all the staff were waiting for him.
"So?" one of them asked.
"Are they together yet?" came another.
An overflow of questions and remarks came from the people in the kitchen, all to be shut down by one sentence.
"Not yet, but I need you guys to make the dish- and bring out the big guns."
The whole kitchen crew cheered and started chanting "Larry, Larry, Larry!"
Okay, so maybe Ed filled them in on a few things.
More than a few.
He also may have stalked both boys on twitter and found Liam, Niall, and Zayn.
And he may have texted them.
And asked them to tell him everything they knew about Larry.
Who would have known that the Irish guy with the bad dye job was already a Larrie? And a demon one at that.
The other two, they're more of, like, right before dark but not chill Larries.
Anyways, the staff was ready to watch them kiss.
They're Larries, too.
"Cheers," Harry says, holding up his glass of champagne.
"Cheers," Louis replies.
"So," Louis starts, taking a large sip of the liquid. "Which one of us is going to drive back to the hotel? Because I don't think it should be me."
"Don't worry about that, I have it all taken care of. You just sit back, relax, and enjoy our time together," Harry replies, calmly taking a sip of his drink.
"What've you got planned?" Louis asks.
"Nothing for you to worry about, Princess."
Louis practically chokes on his champagne, but keeps it to himself.
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I Bet You Won't • Larry
Fanfiction"Harry bets Louis that Louis won't do the dishes in the sink by tomorrow morning." "Louis bets Harry that Harry can't do a cartwheel in the lounge room." ••• "Harry bets Louis that Louis wouldn't kiss Harry if Harry had asked." ••• Louis walks up t...
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