Reeled Him In (Larry Stylinson AU)

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harrystyles: do you have a phone number?
Louis felt his heart swell. He's interested. He likes me. He quickly responded, not wanting to waste any time in hearing Harry's voice speak directly into his ear, and to him directly. He didn't have to worry about Harry recognizing his voice he was sure, as the two have never spoken to each other before. Louis punched in his number and hit send, licking his lip nervously. Is Harry Styles actually going to call me? Or- is he technically going to call Niall? He shook his head slightly and waited. And waited. And waited. Louis could feel his eyelids begin to get droopy. Nothing was happening on his phone like Harry decided he wasn't good enough for him all of a sudden. Louis went to his Wattpad app, deciding on reading some Harry Potter fic that he was interested in. Finally, his blue eyes were shaded over and he was just about asleep when his ringtone startled him. His eyes snapped open and he saw something that was just glorious.
Incoming Call: UNKNOWN NUMBER
Louis was sure that he had never pressed "answer" that quickly for anyone in his life. "Hello?" He said, making sure his voice was sweet and adorable- just as anyone would picture to go along with the adorable face that belonged to Niall.
"Hey, Hey is this Louis? I'm Harry- you found my insta." He heard the voice speak, a large smile growing on his face. "I apologize it took me so long to c-" Louis quickly interrupted him.
"No, no! It's fine. I was busy today anyway," He lied. "I was... With a few friends for dinner. You called at the perfect time," He said into the phone sweetly. He could hear a precious chuckle from the other line. Nothing was as perfect than this moment right here. He could feel his blood pumping- and probably had a bright pink blush dusted over his cheeks now. He pulled his knees to his chest as he talked with Harry without a care in the world.
Hours passed, the digital clock on Louis' nightstand showed 3:13, but Louis didn't mind. He was having just a perfect time talking with Harry. There wasn't a care in the world. The two connected a lot better than most would have expected. The two had the same music taste, both loved the same movies, and both were suckers for a good cuddle and makeout session- at least that's how Harry phrased it.
"Well Lou," Harry chuckled (Louis' heart melted once again), "I think I'm going to let you go for tonight. You have school tomorrow. Goodnight love. I look forward to talking with you again." Louis was honored, and he said his happy goodnight phrase as well, letting Harry hang up the call first. He plugged in his phone and set it down on the table, laying back down on his bed, staring up into the black abyss that was his room.
He likes me.
I made him laugh. Louis could feel his smile start to grow.
Niall.
Niall made him laugh.
He likes Niall. Louis' smile began to falter, weakening.
No- He likes Louis.
He just likes how Niall looks. Louis' eyes closed, a soft sigh falling from his lips. He likes Louis, just likes how Niall looks.
Harry woke up the next morning in a good mood. He didn't have anything to do that Friday and was going to stay home and wait to talk to Louis. Fabulous name, Louis. It belongs to a fabulous boy as well. Harry threw the blankets he was engulfed in off, rolling over a bit to grab his phone from the side of his bed. He opened it and went to his messages. Taking a few seconds to look through his notifications before he goes to his messages, and to the new contact that was made the night prior. Harry's thumb clicked on the name, Louis, before he started to type a good morning message.
Morning Lou!
delete- too casual.
Hope you slept well, Louis
delete- far too personal.
Hey.
good.
Hope you have a good day, I'll be thinking about you.
delete- creepy. Jesus Christ, Harry.
Hey, hope you have a good day. I look forward to talking to you later.
perfect.
Harry hits send, deciding that message was good enough to send to the adorable boy he has been speaking to. He swings his legs from the bed and to the floor, planting his feet before he stood. A groan left his lips when he stretched, trudging his way into the bathroom. He looked at his body in the far too messy mirror and shrugged. I hope Louis didn't mind that we talked when I was naked. He thought to himself amusedly. After a few minutes that he used to brush his teeth and clean his face, he traveled the small distance to his closet to change into some shitty lazy-day clothing. With his phone in his hand, Harry walks down to his kitchen, looking through the various cabinets to find something to satisfy his hunger. I'd love to eat out L- he stopped his filthy thought before he could become too keen with it.
Meanwhile, Louis was on his way to school, debating whether to make his day by calling the man of his dreams.

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