Forbidden Love [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 9

As Zayn hysterically stumbles onto the couch after his dare, we are all coming down from our laughing highs. Zayn's dare was given by me; he had to dance to Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas Is You" while swinging his shirt in the air. Zayn was the last of us to do a round of Truth or Dare, so I glare at Niall. Niall notices and looks over at me. His smile fades and he quickly rises from my boyfriend's lap.

"Did it just get 30 degrees colder in here, or is it just me? Lou, I've never seen a colder stare in my life!" Niall jokes. I give him an unamused half smile and huff, and I place my hand on Harry's knee. As soon as we make contact, Harry looks down and smiles.

"Jealous are we?" He whispers with a smirk.

"I know you would too be if Niall was on my lap." I defend my jealousy. Harry thinks for a moment before answering.

"Fair point."

"Are you all hungry? It's about dinner time, I suppose." Niall chimes. It was nearly 5:30 now, and it dawns on me that we haven't eaten since 1:00. All 4 of us answer Niall's question, saying the we are hungry. But, what could we eat?

"We could each make a little something for all of us to eat?" Liam suggests, reading my mind.

"That sounds fun, but I can't cook." I shrug my shoulders and shake my head, looking somewhat guilty.

"Well, Harry's a pretty good cook, why don't you pair with him! Then, I'll go with Zayn, and Niall is a pretty good cook, so he'll be fine on his own." Liam arranges. We all agree and we head over to the kitchen.

"Lou and I will make a salad." Harry informs the group.

"I'll make pasta." Niall adds.

"I guess Zayn and I will cut up some fruit and warm up bread." Liam says. Harry and I walk over to the left side of the dark, marble counter. Niall begins to heat up a pot of water at the stove, and Liam and Zayn start to cut slices of bread on the right hand side of the counter.

"Alright, Hazza, what do we need for a good salad?" I ask. Harry lightly takes my arm to guide me over to the refrigerator. As Harry lists each ingredient, he takes it out of the fridge and hands it to me.

"We need...lettuce, tomato, carrot, capsicum, cucumber, onions? No, no onions...and olives." He decides. My hands are quite full, so I rush back over to our side of the counter. I gently drop the ingredients all at once onto the counter.

"We need a cutting board and knives and a bowl now." I add.

"See, you know stuff about cooking!" Harry exclaims and pokes my sides. I tense my abs because he knows I am most ticklish in my stomach. I give him a quick kiss on the lips before we get the rest of our supplies. I am in charge of getting the bowl, and Harry is in charge of finding the knives and cutting boards. When I open the cupboard, I sigh, knowing that Harry will have to get the bowl because I am too short.

"Harryyyy..." I groan. Harry quickly looks to me, and sees me looking and pointing up to the only bowl big enough for our salad, which just so happens to be on the top shelf. Harry smirks and giggles as he walks over to me. He hovers over me, emphasizing his height and says, "Aww, my boo bear is too short to reach the bowl. Do you need me to get it for you?" I glare at him because he is making fun of my height, which he knows I'm insecure about. When Harry reads the look plastered on my face, he remembers that I'm insecure about my height. Harry closes the small gap between us by hugging me, and I give in to his apology hug by resting my head on his chest and lazily wrapping my arms around his waist. When he lets go I look up at him, and he starts giggling from his joke.

"You're not even that much shorter than me." He admits as he crouches down to my height.

"Shut up," I gently punch his shoulder as I look down to my feet, "just get the bowl." I mumble. As Harry reaches up for the bowl and retrieves it from the top shelf with ease, I walk over to the drawer next to him to get 2 knives and 2 cutting boards.Harry closes the cupboard and I close the drawer, and we both walk back to our part of the counter.