Posts by LarryStylinson

The other boy's had gone out for the day, leaving two boys in particular alone together in the flat. Harry was outside, his gaze distant as he was lost within his own sea of thoughts. It wasn't until he began to shiver within the cool breezes that brushed against his bare skin and created a maze of goosebumps on his arms that he was pulled forcefully out of his thoughts that he shook his curls and blinked, suddenly one with reality once more. He decided to head inside, and as soon as he had, he sighed at the warmth that kissed his rosy cheeks. Harry's wind combed hair had been blown around wildly, giving him a small edge to his look. His emerald green gaze flickered about, searching for the lad that had been left behind to accompany him. It was something the boy's often did, leaving the two of them together. It wasn't a secret that the two of them had the strongest bond within the band, and the boys (Niall especially) loved to crack jokes about their relationship and turn it into something more. But of course, there was no way that he could ever feel the same feelings that Harry did. In fact, it was probably ridiculous to think that he ever could be capable of possessing some feelings that the curly haired lad did. Which boy was it, you ask? Well, it was the most obvious choice. Louis. He let out a dreamy sigh just at the thought of the name, and he felt his heart speed up. Of course, it was the typical symptoms of a crush, wasn't it? Hanging his smoke scented jacket up on the hanger, he bit his lower lip and began to vainly fix his hair. "Louis!" The younger boy sang in his deep, raspy voice. It had been thirty full minutes since they had seen each other, and that was thirty minutes too long. "Where'd you go?"

(Sorry! I got Strep throat. But I'm better now.)

Harry chuckled softly at Louis' antics. It was something that he grown accustomed to over the course of the years that they had been friends. Giving a small sigh, he took in Louis' features. He had fine features, and he was a tad baby faced. His face had been kissed by the sun, granting him a golden tan in return, something rare for someone in England. His eyes were round and wide with a bright innocence that he had managed to cling to throughout the long twenty-one years of his life, (which was about to become twenty-two years), and they were a bright cerulean color with a hint of green sprinkled into them. His lips, though thin, were curved up into the widest smile that Harry had ever seen. His hair was caramel colored and feathery, and it looked somewhat fluffy in that famous fringe of his that was swept off to the side. Harry didn't compare to him. Harry's face was more chiseled and weather-beaten, his hair still wind combed. His lips were plump and cupid shaped, and formed into more of a neutral expression rather than a frown or smile. He was more fair skinned, though it made his emerald eyes stand out like rubies in a case of diamonds. The two jewels he called eyes were twinkling as though the sun ray's had just hit them. "Breakfast?" He chuckled to himself, his voice low as he glanced around. The soft scent of smoke was gathered around, and Harry cleared his throat. "Zayn needs to stop smoking. It's been to stink up the place." He murmured, wrinkling his button nose that had been colored a bright, Rudolph red from the bitter, nipping winds that lingered outside. "But erm...yes, breakfast I will make, Princess." He spoke teasingly, as he gently nudged the twenty-one year old, before bounding towards the kitchen. "What do you want?" The nineteen year old hollered from the kitchen, eyes scanning the contents of the Fridge. "We have eggs if you want 'em."

Harry watched him, and he tilted his head back, letting out a hearty laugh. Louis was a real odd one at times. But it was one of the many things that Harry had grown to love about him. The way that Louis could take anything and just make it into one big, giant joke that they could all laugh at then, or eventually find it within themselves to laugh about it later on. "Sorry your royal highness but I'm afraid our garden of Eden has turned into the garden of eaten. Something already ate it all. I guess you'll just have to settle for some freshly bought eggs for your wittle tummy." He poked Louis gently in the stomach with a single finger, before he slipped the eggs out with a gentle hand. The stomach wafting in the air was making his lungs burn and it was getting increasingly hard to breath because of his allergy to Cigarette smoke, but he brushed it off and didn't bother to say anything. He didn't want to bother Louis over nothing, especially since he was probably only being a baby. He was certain that he would be fine. Getting out a bowl, he began to prepare the eggs for eating, and he let out a small yawn as he did so. He had stayed up all night just...thinking over things that had bothered him for quite a while, and therefore hadn't gotten much sleep. It didn't show as much in his face as much as it did in his slow, sleep lagged movements he made. Usually in the kitchen he was quite energetic and productive, today he was just trying to get it done without seeming like a robot about to run out of batteries. "How do you want your eggs cooked, your highness?"

[Sorry. I haven't gone on this account very much in a while. Sowwy.]

Harry's eyes widened as he watched Louis do his little....microphone trick, and he shifted his weight from one foot to another. Clearing his throat, his gaze focused on Louis' face rather than....where it had been before, a place where he shouldn't have dared to look down too anyways. "Lou!" The younger lad whined softly. "Get out of my kitchen! I'm trying to cook." He pouted, as began to stir the eggs within the bowl they were in. He got out a pan and put it on the stove, poured the eggs in, and began to cook them. Louis hardly realized what he did to Harry half the time. Especially now. He just felt so much.....love for his best friend that he probably shouldn't be feeling, but he did. Just stop thinking about him. He told himself softly. Focus on cooking, you can do that can't you? Just cook. His brightly colored eyes narrowed on the pan. He really had the biggest crush on Louis, which was quickly boarding on love. He of course wanted not to admit it, however. Louis would be disgusted of him. "Hey Louis, are you really a Princess?" He joked, glancing up at him with slightly wide, owlish eyes. "Could I be your Prince?"

[Omg, I'm so sorry! I lost this thread and I've been looking for it, BUT I FOUND IT. YUS.]

Stab, stab, stab. I stared down mercilessly at my victim, my mouth pressed into a tight, thin line of frustration as I did so. Stab, stab, stab. My fork dug into the steak that my Mother had been so kind as to prepare for me. Although I loved most foods, today I just didn't feel up to eating. I hardly ate, considering the fact that I had to work so often. But my Mother had given me the entire week off. What was I going to do? Our house was nothing more than a rundown shoe box. And of course, my little sister Lesley had to have to her favorite singer Allegra come over. I had already yelled at her, gotten my anger and frustration out on her. I had been raised to be gentlewoman, but sometimes I just had to let it out. Apparently, this had been one of those times. My icy blue eyes glared down at my steak as though it were the source of my problems, my gaze lifting up to my parents as they chatted to themselves. I turned my head towards Lesley, and the younger girl was staring straight at Allegra, her mouth running at a grand speed of ten miles a minute. My eyebrows dipped down. Why was I the only one to see that she was one of those prissy girls that only excepted the finest in life? She even seemed to be the opposite of enjoying the food my Mom had prepared so kindly prepared. I tightened my ponytail on my head, turning my gaze towards my Mom once more.

"May I be excused?" I whispered out, my gaze lowering itself as I spoke. I wasn't comfortable, so I lifted my hand up to touch one of my many piercings. My sister told people I liked to look pretty and decorate myself, and honestly it was true. If my parents weren't so strict, I'd have quite a few tattoos as well, but they flipped out when I got a heart tattoo on my ankle. It wasn't even a big one, and it wasn't a seriously horrible tattoo either. I wasn't going to get one that was seriously offense. I wanted to get a cross on the same ankle as my heart, and some to line my arms, wrist, and maybe one on my color bones or just a tiny bit lower, but I feared my parents would be highly offended. I guess I shouldn't complain too much, however, as they did let me get a lot of my ears pierced, and not to mention my lip, tongue, nose and eyebrow as well. I guess I was just one of those girls, huh?

I blinked those thoughts away, and swallowed hard at the look that my Mother gave me as she shook her head in response. Of course she had said the rather expected, "No. Eat your dinner and don't be rude, we have a guest." I inwardly huffed, my arms folding over my chest and narrowing at something nonexistent in the distance. I felt Lesley's foot shoving it's way into my ankle, which she often did when she disliked the way that I was behaving. I let out a small yelp, snapping my head towards her with my eyes narrowing in displeasure. I pointed my fork at her.

"Oh you little twat! I'll-"

"Marcellina Grace Smith, behave!" My mom said sternly, and I let out a groan. That was the one thing about my family that I had always hated. The fact that they were so biased about everything. Maybe sometimes I wasn't much better, but they were always on Lesley's side, as though she were the angel of the family and me nothing more than the devil, when in reality it was switched. But I guess the youngest child was always the most spoiled in the family. Lesley flashed me a smile that read "Ha, you got in a trouble and I didn't!" and I could have slapped her, but I wasn't going to get in trouble over here. It honestly wasn't worth it, and I probably made myself look bad enough already. Stab, stab, stab. "Marcy, stop stabbing your food and eat!"

This is going to be a long night. I thought, the corners of my lips dipping into a deep frown. I glanced towards Allegra, finally taking the time to take in her features. She was actually really pretty, prettier than I had known her to be earlier when she had helped Lesley out of the maze that was backstage of her concert. Once I realized I was staring, I shook my head. Please God, let me survive this night.

[This sucks, I know. The next reply will probably be better. And sorry I didn't reply for so long. :/]