Beautiful Nightmares (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

LIAM’S P.O.V

I type away on my laptop, which is resting comfortably on my lap. Scrolling down my mentions on Twitter, I respond to a couple of the fans questions. The sound of giggling tears my attention away from the screen.

“Louis!” Harry squeals, laughter evident in his voice.

I hear the sound of shoes scuffing on the carpeted corridor and some grunts. What on earth is going on out there? I tweet a short yet sweet goodbye to the fans and close my laptop. I jump off my hotel bed and stroll over to the door, confused to as what Harry and Louis are doing outside in the hallway.

“Louis I’m dead serious!” Harry giggles.

I reach the hotel room’s door and pull down on the handle to open it. At the clicking noise it makes, the laughter immediately ceases. I step out into the corridor and see Harry and Louis entangled in a heap in the middle of the hall. Louis’ got Harry in a head lock, his biceps firmly squeezing Harry’s neck, keeping it in place. Harry’s got his left hand squarely planted on Louis’ face, squishing it and the other is trying to remove Louis’ death grip on his neck.

“What on earth are you two doing?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest in a dominant manner and cocking one eyebrow upwards.

“Well, um…Louis decided to uh, tackle me for no reason,” Harry explains, all the while smirking at Louis.

There’s a quick flicker of movement and Harry abruptly removes his hand from Louis’ face. Untangling himself from Louis, Harry wipes his hand on his slouchy grey t-shirt with a look of pure disgust formed on his features.

“Louis! EW! Liam he licked me!” Harry screeches, accusingly pointing a finger at Louis splayed out on the carpet chuckling.

I sigh, rolling my eyes at their immaturity.

“Do I need to separate you two again? Would anyone like the time-out chair?” I threaten like a mother scolding her disobedient children.

“No,” they reply in unison, their eyes cast downwards at the cranberry carpet adorned with gold patterning.

“Good,” I smile and drop my pretend angry act “Where did you guys disappear off to this morning anyways? Niall and Zayn said they saw Louis sprinting down the corridor like a madman,”

Louis and Harry exchange a quick but meaningful glance, their eyes locking with each other’s in some sort of silent communication. Louis bends his arm and scratches the back of his neck ever so “innocently” and coughs gently.

“We went to the Mc Donald’s across the uh, street,” Louis lies, his eyes never meeting mine.

“Yeah, across the street,” Harry echoes, not bothering to make eye contact with me as well.

I raise my eyebrow in obvious disbelief and gaze at them accusingly. The pair of them have never been the greatest liars in the past and they don’t seem to have developed any skills overnight.