The Tree // Larry Stylinson

Age 24

"Hey Harry?"

"Yes Niall?"

"Do you remember when you said if your tree turned real you would go on a date with him?"

"Yes, I remember. But it didn't, so whatever you're-"

"So maybe it didn't technically," Niall interrupted, "But it sort of did, in a way."

"Niall if this is a plan to get me to go out with Louis it's not happening."

"Why not? You said just last week that you 'maybe possible have a tiny crush on-"

Harry slapped his hand over Niall's mouth. "I did not say that."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"So um," Niall coughed. "Just how mad at me would you be if I hypothetically stole your phone and asked him out for you?"

"NIALL HORAN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!?"

"Ummm nothing?"

"Ughh!" Harry's head thudded against his desk. "I'll go," he said. "But if anything happens, If he breaks my heart, it's your fault. There is a reason I didn't date anyone before."

"Okay," Niall said. "At least your going. And um, incase your wondering, you're picking him up at seven tonight and the reservation's for um Larry Stylinson."

"You have got to be kidding me. You seriously used that name for the reservation? Seriously?"

He could hear Niall laughing as he left the room to go get ready.