I Only Want More [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 2

IS IT GETTING BETTER?

I really regret writing this, but if don't want to delete it again because it was my first completed fanfic ever. And my first One Direction fanfic.

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<Louis POV>

I walk downstairs as soon as I hear Harry coming through the door to our flat. "Haz?" I call when I reach the bottom.

"In the kitchen, Lou!" He replies. I head into the kitchen and stop at the archway when I see all of the bags surrounding him. He must've seen my shocked expression, because he chuckles and sighs. "I went to the grocery store. We were running low." I nod slowly and begin going through the bags. I spot exactly what I was looking for and smile.

"You got me Yorkshire tea! You're the best, Harry!" He puts a few things in the fridge and sends me a smile.

"Well, it was either that or carrots..." I groan at the word carrots. He knows how I feel about them.

"Don't even mention them. I'm still regretting saying that." He rolls his eyes, putting the rest of the food away. "Why did I even say that?"

"If I remember right, you thought it'd be funny."

"Oh yeah. I was such an idiot." I say, shaking my head.

"You still are." He retorted, smirking. I glared at him and exited the kitchen. "I'm sorry, Louis. I didn't mean it!"

He follows me out to the living room. "I don't know, Harry. That hurt me." I place a hand on my heart and pretend to sniffle. "I'm going to need some time to heal."

"But boo! I said I was sorry!"

"Well sometimes sorry isn't enough!" I check the time on my phone. Damn, its almost 2. "I gotta go Harry! I'll be back at around 4." I grab my TOMS from in front of the flush and slipped them on. Harry sends me a confuse glance.

"Where are you going?"

"Hanging out with a friend." I tell him quickly. grabbing my keys and leaving the flat.

[Harry's POV]

"Where are you going?" I ask as Louis slipped on his TOMS.

"Hanging out with a friend." He grabbed his keys and quickly left our flat. One of Louis' friends is in London? No one told me about that. Maybe Liam knows more about it.

I pick my phone up off of the coffee table and dial Liam's number.

"Harry?" I hear him say after he picks up.

"Yeah. Hey, do you know anything about Louis' friend?"

"Um, some girl he met two nights ago at the Bournemouth concert. They wanted to talk more."

"Oh. I see. So she's a friend..." I say suggestively. Liam lets out a sigh, most likely out of disappointment.

"Yeah, sure Harry."

"Hm, interesting. Well, are you doing anything today?"

"No, nothing's planned. Why?"

"I'll be over at your flat in 5 minutes." I say, clicking the end call button before he could protest.

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I knock on Liam's door and waited for him to open it. "Liam! Hurry up!" I stand there for a few more minutes before an annoyed Liam came to the door.

"Harry, shut up." He says, moving over so I could go in. I step inside, hearing the door shut behind me. "What do you need?"

I shrug. "Nothing really. I have nothing to do today." I sit down on his sofa and grab the tv remote. "Do you want to go somewhere? Maybe we can go to the mall or something?" I suggest, flipping through the channels.