Clarity

"Does your bum still hurt?" Harry asked, the both of us now dressed and pulling out of the parking lot to go eat lunch at the hotel, then go Halloween shopping.
"Oh I don't know Harry, it's only been five minutes." I point out, the both of us sticking out our tongues in union, making both of us also smile on cue.
"Don't worry my little Tommo Terror, you can soak your bum a bit when we get home." He assures, diverting his attention back to the road to prevent a car accident. "I rather eat to be honest, I'm hungry." I admit, the sound of getting into the bath not all that appealing right now.
I then smirked. "Even though our recent actions were quite filling." I say playfully, and he smirks shaking his head. "Such a tease." "That'll be the Tommo Tease to you Shrieking Styles." He then gave me a wary look, biting his top lip.
"Other way around sweetheart." He said, winking as he pulled onto the highway, out of the little road that led back to the hospital parking lot. "No Princess, it's the other way around. Styles shrieking because he can't handle the Tommo tease." I counter, and he falls into a quiet state of thoughtful thinking for a moment.
"Fine." He grumbles, seeing some truth in my statement. My words weren't a hundred percent honest, he did shriek much louder then I ever could, but he was also more of the tease.
I did tease him sometimes, but it was always absent mindedly. I may have to change that soon if I wanted to live up to my title as Mr. Styles boyfriend.
"Thank you." I say, crossing my feet on the dashboard, smearing a tiny bit of dirt on the widow shield, but Harry made no comment. "I'm a shrieker eh?" He then asked, in a genuine tone of curiousity.
"Yes. Your alot of things." I said, scraping dirt out from under my finger nails as I pretended to be non-chalant in my statement. "Such as?" He pushed, evidently curious on my outlook of his character.
"Well.." I hummed, pausing my actions to think for a moment because I didn't want to say anything I didn't mean or would contridict myself on later. "Well..?" He asked, a small look of concern crossing his face. Probably a bit alarmed I hadn't answered right on cue.
"Well." I huff, looking over at him. "Be brutally honest." He added quickly before I could open my mouth. "Always.'' I promised, sitting up a little straighter as I made a mental list in my head before pronouncing it outloud.
"Your a screamer, kinky boy, annoying, a arse, sweet, romantic, cute, have bad morning breath, and are a bit broken." I whisper the last part to myself as he nods thoughfully. "Sounds fairly accurate, and not the worse description I've heard." He chuckles, not looking the least bit offended by my playful insults on the list. "
Such as?" I ask. "I'll tell you when your older." He said, completely serious as he turned off the highway and into the hotel parking lot. "Oh by the way, friendly reminder. Your not aloud in the hotel tomorrow night." He warns, waggling a finger as he slipped into the nearest parking space.
There it was again, that strange request. "And again I must ask. Why?" I infered, pulling my feet off of his dashboard.
"Because."
"Because?"
He then huffed.
"Just go with."
"How can I when your banning me from the hotel room tomorow?"
"I love you." He said sweetly, turning off the car, and looking over at me with a soft expression. "Harry." I warned, knowing he was trying to destract me.
"Shut up Louis." He then grumbled, the sweetness gone. "Are you pmsing?" I ask, his switch of moods funny to me. At that he gave me a long drawl of a sigh. "Yes. I apprently PMS everyday." He said, getting out of the car and walking around the front to open my door.
"Oh?" I asked, him nodding before pecking my lips. "All the time." He said, shutting my door and locking the car. "At least you don't get it on the bed." I shrug, earning a smack upside the head as he draped an arm over my shoulders.
"I'm not that kind of guy." He says curtly, the both of us begining to walk into the hotel. "Yes, but you are that guy who has bad morning breath." I tease, poking his stomach as we walked inside.
"If I didn't love you I'd smack you." He huffed, obviously offended that I found his morning breath terrible, which to be honest it really wasn't. Harry had crazy good smelling breath all the time, where as mine smelled similiar to garlic if I didn't brush.
"Then thank goodness you love me." I said, kissing his cheek as we stepped onto the elevator and he pressed the button that led up to the floor of our room. "Yes, your a very lucky chap." He chuckled, kissing my head before rubbing my arm as I stayed nestled under his arm.
I loved moments like this, moments where he would just keep an arm firmly around me in a protective stance. Sometimes his grip was possessive, but most of the time it was loving and protective.
There was a time where I wanted the tosser to stay away from me, but as our story would go I now craved his touch. My skin felt bare and cold with out his rough and warm fingers touching it. The simplest brush of my knee against his made me smile.
And it was easy to tell he felt the same way.
"Hey. If I PMS doesn't that mean you can get me pregnant?" He then asks, dead serious, and I laughed. "What?" I asked, unsure if I had heard him correctly, both of us stepping off the elevator and walking down the hall to our room.
"You heard me." He smirked, pulling out the room key. "Yes Harry. I can get you pregnant." I sigh, the thought actually quite funny. I couldn't imagine us having a kid together though, I felt like it would be to soon to even consider stuff like that, no matter how badly I wanted twenty kids.
"Whooo! You should top more often then." He hollers, brushing past me into the bedroom, and tossing the room key on the tv stand before walking into the bedroom as I slipped off my shoes. "I'm going to mess around on the piano! Can you make me a sandwhich love?" He asked.
I was no woman.
"Sure sweet cheeks." I said in a sicky sweet voice as I walked into the kitchen. Hell, I wasn't going to make him a sandwhich. Okay that was actually a lie, I was going to make him one with end pieces. Whistling to myself I begin to pull out a small loaf of bread, some jelly, and peanut butter.
It was freaking awesome that this hotel provided a whole mini fridge of food.
Biting my lip I spread out my supplies on the counter and produced a plastic knife as I fished out the end pieces. Yeah I was that mean. "Is peanut butter and jelly okay Harry?" I called out, hearing the faint melody of the piano from the other room.
"Yes Loubear!" He called back, the melody stopping for a moment then picked back up. "Okay!" I said, then began to make him the sandwhiches as I wondered. What kind of a nickname could I call Harry that wouldn't insult him? Nothing really came to mind though.
Harry was such an oddity of a name, that I couldn't really produce much a nickname from it other then the one his family called him, but nicknames families gave you were just between you and them. Also I didn't really want to call him that. Not at all. It was cute, but didn't suit my lips.
I guess I'd have to stick to Harry or ape man right now. Perhaps Tarzen.
"Harry! Lunch is ready!" I informed, grabbing my sandwhich and leaving his end pieced one on the counter. "One sec.'' I heard his muffled voice shout.
Shrugging to myself I grabbed another small carton of vanilla ice cream out of the fridge and sat on the counter eating both that and the sanwhich.
"What did you- Seriously?" He asked, once his eyes fell to the mess of crumbs and sticky jelly staining the counter top as his sandwhich basked in the glory of the kitchen light.
"Seriously." I said, earning a profanity as he walked over to the cabinent where the plastic silverware had been stored, and he pulled out a fork? And a knife?
"What are you doing?" I asked, watching him also pull out one of the plastic plates. "Eating lunch. Duh." He said, glancing at me as I took a bite of my ice cream, and he smirked slightly before turning away.
"But your pulling out a fork and knife?" I point out, confused, but amused. He sigh exasperatedly. "I know." "But why?" "To eat my sandwhich with. Dur dur." He said, acting as if I was stupid as he slapped my horrible handy work onto the plate and began to cut off small pieces with a knife and eat them with a fork.
"Your really weird." I say in defeat, shaking my head as I ate the last of my sandwhich then continued to work on my delicious treat. "I prefer the word extrodinarry, where as you are fairly strange my love." He says, waving the fork around as he spoke, his frame leaning against the counter.
"But your eating a sandwhich with a fork and knife?" I point out once more, earning a fake cough. "Vanilla sex." He says inbetween his mini display, earning a confused look from me. "What?" I asked, glancing at my ice cream.
"Your ice cream, made me think of vanilla sex." He said, eating the last bite of his sandwhich and walking over so he could slip inbetween my legs and press his lips to my neck. "Harry.." I whined, putting my ice cream down to the side and slipping my fingers in his hair as he rocked our bodies side to side.
"What..?" He asked, mimicking my voice as he nipped at my skin. "Nothing. Oh actually, what's vanilla sex? Is it another kinky thing?" I ask, and he shakes his head as he nuzzles it inbetween my shoulder and neck.
"No Loubear, it's a term for a type of sex, not sexual action." He said, placing a sweet kiss to my collar bone, both of his arms firmly around my waist as I draped my legs around his. "Example?" I ask, still confused.
Unlike Harry I never paid much attention to sexual terms, and such. All I use to know about sex really was the man shoved it into the girl and bam! Babies. Yet as fate would go, Harry increased my knowledge to a new extent. "
The first time we made love in your apartment." He mumbles against my skin, and I kiss his head. "Oh. So it's just normal love making?" I asked, starting to enjoy him swaying our bodies as he rest his head inbetween my shoulder and neck.
"Yes. I don't usually go for the vanilla stuff though." He informs, as if I didn't have a general idea. "So you prefer dark choclate stuff?" I asked, and he laughed. "Creative way to put it, but yes." He then pulled away and kissed my nose as I sighed.
"Ready to go?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck, earning a peck.
"Noo. I want to cuddle first." He whined, peppering my face with kisses, an action that made me squirm and laugh. "Nooo Harryyy! We have to go shopping." I whined back, slipping my fingers through the hair on the back of his head as I pressed our foreheads together.
"Please? Just ten minutes." He begged, pecking my lips again. The same feeling of an emotion trying to expload in my stomach stirring again, and making stress twinge in my chest. "Just ten?" I asked, and he nodded to confirm.
"Fine, but no longer." I warn, kissing the bridge of his nose as he picked me up and spun my around. "C'mon handsome! It's cuddle time!" He called, kissing my chest as we made our way over to the couch in the living room.
It was strange really.
One moment Harry had anger issues, was possessive, kinky, and easily made jealous; Then the next he was like a cupcake, begging for cuddles, giggling, and acting like some innocent teenager when we both knew he was most definately not.
It was an interesting combination for his personality. I did wonder which one was his true form. I wouldn't be to surprised actually if it was the cupcake one, but that one was damaged by his terrifying dad.
I still couldn't get over how many chills erupted in my spine when I saw that man, and deep down in the pit of my stomach I had a feeling it wasn't going to be the last. Same with Carson. Especially Carson! I could only pray that neither would interfer with our basically perfect relationship right now.
"Down we go." Harry informed, laying down on the couch, still holding me, then he nudged me over to my side so he could wrap his arms tightly around me. "Happy?" I mumbled, my face pressed against his chest as he nodded with a yawn.
"I'm alway happy when you let me cuddle you." He said, kissing my head. I was half onto of him, and half off. His arms were both wrapped around me and his legs tangled with mine as he sandwhiched me inbetween him and the couch.
"Then do whatever makes you happy as the kids say." I chuckled, resting my head on his chest as I let my eyes focus in on something while I dazed off, Harry's breathing soothing me.
I then began to wonder. Had Harry told anyone else about us? I was never fully informed to extent of people that new about 'Larry Stylinson' as he mum called it.
"Harry?" I asked, and he looked down at me. "Yes Loubear?" "Have you told anyone else beside's your mum and Maddie about us?" I asked, looking up at him as I bit my lip and he sighed."I only told my sister, mum, Maddie, and friend Zayn." He said, running the tips of his fingers through my hair.
"Oh." I say, relieved that not a large company new about the existence of our relationship. Harry then took a sharp breath. "I just wish my dad didn't know. I wish he didn't see you that day." He whispered, so softly I could just catch the words.
"Would we have to worry about him?" I asked quietly, almost immediatly feeling nausiated. "Probably not. He isn't one for paying attention to my affairs." He assured, though a little bit of me had a sense of doubt that his words were untrue.
"Good." I sigh, his head rest on the back of my head. "Is that all?" I asked, unsure of what else to. "Mmmhmm. I'm not exactly going to walk around blabbing it to everyone I meet,especially at the University. I wouldn't want any problems for us." He shurgged, making me frown. "Why would there be problems? I'm not underage." I point out, and he laughs.
"No, it wouldn't be that. They would think that our relationship would effect the way I treat you in class. "Example?" "Favortism with grades and such. Or being unfair to you in a time of argument, which I never would." He assures, yawning as he shifts our bodies slightly.
"I'm going to shut my eyes for a moment, wake me in ten." He mumbled, those emerald green eyes drifting shut as he rested his head against mine. "Okay." I mumbled back, comfortable in his cacoon of warmth.
It was official, I loved being held by him. Harry had such a soothing presence's, unless he was angry of course. I felt at peace even in my darkest hour when he was near.
Such interesting puppy love we had here.
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About a good two hours later I finally stirred from my nap, still trapped between a snoring Harry and the couch. I don't remember when I fell asleep, nor do I know why I had slept so long but I wasn't going to complain.
"Harry." I whispered, shaking him softly, a small frown on his face as he merely tightened his grip on me. "Harry." I tried again, kissing his cheek, and he mumbled incorehent words. "Ape man! It's time to get up!" I whined, pecking his lips, but he still didn't stir from his aparent comfort of sleep.
"I said get up!" I shout playfully, sitting up slightly, and grabbing the couch pillow before smacking him in the face with it.
"Don't call me Ape man!" He then growled, grabbing my wrist and prying the pillow from it before rolling over on me and pinning my hands above my head, his tired green boring down on me as his body rested ontop of mine.
"Well good afternoon to you to." I huffed, and he pressed our foreheads together. "I don't like to be woken up when having pleasent dream's Mr. Tomlinson so I advise you to shut up." He grumbled, pecking my lips before dragging his down to my neck, their favorite place.
"Oh no, no time for that." I whined, trying to push away his head with my own but failed. "Did I ever tell you I'm more horny when half asleep?" He mumbled against my skin, nipping softly at it as my breath hitched.
"Did I ever tell you I'm not horny until twenty-four hours after waking up?" I chuckled, squirming underneath him. "But you still let me fuck you." He pointed out, the words so tasty on his lips. "I prefer the term make love." I huffed.
"Mmmhmm." He then pecked my lips before rolling off of me and getting up. "Mmmm. That nap did me some good." He yawned, running a hand through his hair as he stretched. "Yeah. Now let's get going." I said, eager to be on our way even though I was still trying to wake up myself.
"Someone's eager." He chuckled, holding out a hand for me as I sat up, and he pulled me to my feet. "Even though someone has no idea who to be." I sighed, looking up at him as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead.
"You've always reminded me of Peter Pan, why don't you be him?" He suggested in a mere mumble.
That was actually a really good idea, and it just so happened that the character was from my favorite Disney film. If I have the choice I would've stayed young forever such as he.
"That's a really good suggestion come to think of it, I might just go for it." I nod in approval, standing on my tipy toes and kissing his chin before digging my face into his chest and he swayed out bodies.
"Sounds good to me. You even look like him." He shugs, then pulling away and ruffling my hair as he gave me a soft smile. "You think so?" I asked, pleased to hear someone had finally seen the resemblence besides me and my mum. "
Yes I do." He nodded, the both of us walking over to the door so we could put on our shoes and be on our way. "Where's the scarf?" He asked, down on one knee so he could tie his boots. "Huh?" "The scarf. You know, the one you wore this morning." He reminded, and I nodded.
"Left it in the car I guess." I shrugged, not really caring much. "To bad." He tisked. "I would've loved to have put it to good use." He teases, standing up straight as I fiddle with the hem of my shirt that had a peanut butter stain near the collar, it was a little imprint though barely noticable.
"Oh is that so?" I ask, not surprised in the slightest, and nearly positive I knew what that use would be. We then joined hands and made our pleasent way out of the apartment and towards the stairs this time to stretch our tired legs.
"Are you sure I can't be Magic Mike?" He asked, going in front of me on the stairs as we both jogged down. "Yes I'm sure." I stated, not finding the idea appealing of other people seeing him dress that way.
I suppose you could call my feelings jealousy?
"Awww." He pouted, glancing back at me and I shook my head. "How about we have our private Halloween party then? After the real one?" He asked, smirking slightly and I felt a small grin creep onto my face.
"Fine, but for the real one your going to be a vampire." I confirm with a sharp nod to signal the end of the discussion. We didn't exchange anymore vocabulary as we walked down the stairs, across the lobby, then finally out to the parking lot where Harry unlocked the car door and held mine open for me.
"Thank you." I say, slipping in, buckling in, and putting my feet up on the dashboard. "Welcome." He said, sounding a bit like a robot as he walked around the front of the car and sat in the drivers seat.
"So what store are we going to for costumes?" I asked, shifting positions towards him as he starting the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
"To the Spirit store. They sell good costumes." He informed, putting the heat down on low as we slipped into the steady stream of cars. Only then did I realize it was well after four; meaning we might've napped much longer then two hours.
"Anywhere else after that?" I asked, but was returned with a shake of his head. "No love." He then snapped his fingers. "Reminder, your not allowe-" I cut him off. "In the hotel room tomorrow night for reason's you won't tell me." I huff.
"That's the third reminder you've given me Harry, I don't need another." I assured, even though my mind had been absent from the thought of tomorrow night's events. "Fine. I'll give you a hint." He said.
"I'm making something for you, something I have plans of giving to you tomorrow night." He said, glancing at me with a bit of a nervous look. "Oh?" "Yeah." "What is it?" I pressed, but he gripped my knee to silence me.
"I hope you'll like it." He said, giving it a firm squeeze. "I always love what you do for me and to me." I said softly, placing a hand over his as I gave him a sweet smile of reassurance. Now my curiousity was raging through the roof, but I would contain it because he seemed nervous about this meaning it must be good.
Hopefully.
Harry then looked at me with a soft look before saying in a fancy tongue, ""Je t'aime plus que hier et moins de demain." with sincerity even though I flat out had no clue what language he was speaking.
"Are you sick?" I ask, reaching over to feel his head and he laughs, swatting my hand away. "It means, I love you more then yesterday and less then tomorrow." He said, lacing our fingers together and kissing my hand as I raised my eyebrows.
"And what language it that?" I asked. "French." An amused look then crossed my face as I allowed my hand to cup his cheek. "I love you to Harry." I say, and he sighed.
"Je t'aime plus que la vie de son auto." He whispered, the words just loud enough for me to hear as I cocked my head to the side curiously, our clasped hands resting in his lap.
"What does that mean?" I asked. "The translation would be; I love you more then life it's self." He said, chuckling softly before pulling into the parking lot of the Spirit store.
His lips then formed to say something else, but he became silent which must've meant he had no intentions of sharing those words.
"Well look who is all smart and frenchy." I teased, fairly impressed though that he spoke with such an elite tongue in French. "Hey! I was bored and needed a new hobby." He counter, slipping into front space parking and turned off the engine.
"I can see that." I laughed, pulling my hand away from his and unbuckling. "Are you skilled in any other language?" I asked, and he shook his head. "No, but I would love to be." He admitted, both of us slipping out of the car in union, and once more he draped an arm around my shoulders as we walked in.
"I hope they have a costume in my size." I said, and he frowned slightly with a nod. "They should, not very many twenty year olds have interest in being Peter Pan." "True. I suppose you could call me extrodinarry." I say, using his fancy word from earlier.
"Very so." He said, the bell chiming as we walked inside into the slightly warmer air of the Spirit store. "Yup." He then exhaled sharply as we walked over to the adult and teen costume isle's.
"Are you excited for your surprise tomorrow night?" Harry asked, stopping at the row of vampire costumes. "Very." I say truthfully, curiousity eating me alive as I parted ways with him to find a Peter Pan costume, or a green costume that bore resemblence to one.
I was highly interested in what his surprise might be, though I was pretty sure it was a song. Then again, why go through the trouble of banning me from the hotel room over a song.
Shaking my head I refocused my attention back to costumes as I began to shuffle through them. With in the time laspe of five minutes I had found a costume (much to my delight) that was exactly m size, and a near replica of Peter Pan's.
"Harry! I found my costume!" I hollered, walking around the bend then bump into him, nearly knocking the supplies out of his hand. "Me to, but you almost ruined it all." He huffed, recomposing himself as my eyes did a brief scan over the items in his hands.
He had a Dracula costume, glue in vampire teeth, black spray on hair dye, and paint to make his face appear paler.
"That's sure alot of crap." I say, glancing at my full Peter Pan costume.
"And you barely have any shit." He counter, using a swear that made mine look childish. "Keep it together." I teased, and we both shared a smile. "So have you found everything you needed? Do you need any make up?" He asks, and I shake my head.
"No I'm good." I assure, holding up my costume and he nodded. "Good because I'm hungry. We'll just have to go to that other store tomorrow to get my Magic Mike costume." He said, guiding me over to the cash register as I nodded.
"Sounds good." I say, fumbling for my wallet, an action his wary eye caught almost immediately. "Oh no Mr. Tomlinson, I'm paying." He said, smacking my hand away from my wallet. "But-" I start only to get cut off. "I want to give my Peter Pan the best now shut up." He said, kissing my cheek before we walked up to the cash register.
"Here you go miss." He says to the lady, laying his stuff on the counter before me, and he draped an arm around my shoulders. "Quite a load you all got here." She laughed in a thick accent as she began to ring everything up.
"I haven't seen you bunch before, are you new in town?" She asked as Harry began to rub my arm. "He is, I'm not." He tells her, and she nods as she continues to ring out items up. "That's nice." She then glanced at Harry's arm around me.
"Are you both brothers?" She asked, taking the gesture as a brotherly one, but Harry shook his head. "No miss. Boyfriends." He corrected, kissing my temple, and I felt my cheeks tint as I shifted a bit uncomfortably.
She gave us an odd look for a moment and shook her head.
"That's nice." She said, boredom replacing her friendly tone as she rang up the last item. "That'll be a hundred fifty pounds." She informed, and Harry nodded as he pulled his hand away and paid for the now bagged costumes.
"Thank you." We both said, Harry grabbing our stuff and we made our way out the front door.
For that last couple of minutes I had felt really uneasy, not because of Harry but the way the lady reacted. It was almost unfair that she did that.
Even though she didn't say anything, you could tell by her body language.
"Something wrong Louis?" Harry asked, unlocking the trunk and stuffing our costumes in. "No. Well. Kinda." I shrug, watching him. "Which is?" "I don't like the way that lady reacted to you telling her we were boyfriends." I admit, feeling a bit ashamed, and he sighed as he closed the trunk.
"Some people will be that way Louis, they won't except us or like the fact. Then there are the importent people that will. Just remind yourself that you can't make everyone happy and you will find peace."
He then grabbed my hands and kissed my forehead.
"Now lets go get some dinner."

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