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Title: Caught in the act. (Part A)
Pairing: Harry/Louis (Larry Stylinson)
Summary: When Ed and Gemma get tired of watching Harry and Louis dance around their feelings for each other, they take matters into their own hands. After several failed attempts, Gemma finds out some shocking (yet rather pleasing) news.
“-And because Zayn’s got tonsillitis, Lou had to sing his parts and the crowd wentabsolutely mental. Ed, I swear the roof nearly blew off!” Harry gushed down the phone to his friend.
“I mean, we all know he’s fantastic, but he just never believes us, yet his face tonight… I can’t describe it. He was just so happy, so pleased.”
Ed couldn’t help but chuckle as he pottered around the kitchen listening to his younger friend talk about their final gig. He was truly happy for him, Harry was a nice kid, and not as big headed as the papers portrayed him to be. He cared about his friends and family so much, he didn’t deserve the hate that had been thrown his way recently.
“So I take it you all enjoyed yourselves then, eh?” he smiled once the curly haired boy had stopped talking enough to let his friend get a word in edgeways. Of course, this only set him off on another rant about how good the vibes had been once the show ended, and how Louis had apparently been so ecstatic that he misplaced his footing and fell up the stairs when climbing back onto the tour bus. Ed was amazed at how close the two were. Questionably close. Sure, he loved Harry like a brother, but even he would get sick and tired of talking about him all the time, but clearly his friend didn’t have the same problem when it came to his band mate.
“Anyway, I have to go. Liam’s being a right pain in the arse and demanding we all catch some shut eye. It’s only 11:30, but apparently that’s late enough.” The young teen said as he rolled his eyes.
“Listen to daddy direction, buddy. It’s a long drive from Glasgow to Cheshire, a very long drive, it’s best that you sleep through most of it.” the older man chuckled.
“Take your own advice next time, mate. That way whenever I see you after your tours I don’t have to listen to you complain about how boring the journeys are!”
“Hey, I’m not as bad as you are, you whiny bastard .” Ed laughed.
“Whatever mate… bye!”
Occasionally, the ginger male found it hard to believe that his friend wasn’t even 18 yet, however as he hung up and downed the last of his beer, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Yes, Harry was mature for his age, but sometimes he was so bloody childish, it was unbelievable.
Sitting down at his laptop, he laughed at some of the things that were in his mentions on twitter. The ginger jokes were so old, but there were still a few that were still funny. Scrolling down, one particular mention caught his eye.
@AlreadyTorn1Dness
I wonder if @EdSheeran knows about Larry Stylinson… bet he does. Ed, we’re counting on U for the snogging pics to be released!
Somehow, the thought of two of his male friends kissing didn’t really freak him out. Maybe because he knew that Harry was as straight as a pin… or was he? Suddenly, he imagined himself kissing Harry, and felt as though he was about to throw up. Harry was like his brother. I was just wrong. But Louis… Louis and Harry were even closer than he and the young lad, so why did that seem almost…right?
Blame it on the alcohol. Don’t think too much about it, you’ll just get confused. He thought to himself.
Just as he was about to log off, he saw a tweet that sent his mind reeling.
@GemmaAnneStyles:
My brother @Harry_Styles returns with his husband @Louis_Tomlinson and co. tomorrow. Can’t wait to see them!
Husband…
If Harry had told anybody anything about who he was crushing on, it would have been Ed. But then again, if he thought that Ed wouldn’t understand, the next person he’d go to was his sister. Deciding to once and for all put his queries to bed, he sent a quick direct message.
To: GemmaAnneStyles
Hey Gem, know I haven’t spoken to you much but was just wondering where the husband jokes come from. I know they’re close, but is there more to it than that?
He deliberated for only a second before hitting send. She may think he was crazy for thinking such a thing, but he didn’t see her that often, and he could easily laugh it off as a prank to Harry, so he wasn’t very worried. Although, he had to admit, he was a little nevous when he saw he had a reply only minutes later.
To: EdSheeran
Hi Ed! Haha no, unfortunately not. H is in denial of his feelings IMO. But he can’t fool me, I see the heart-eyes they give each other. It’s Luurrve! ;) x
Ed stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds, before typing back…
-
“So do you really think this is going to work?” the brunette asked incredulously as she sorted out the spare quilts for Harry’s room. She had been on the phone to Ed for about an hour this morning, and had stayed up quite late emailing him last night. It hadn’t taken them long to realise that the two boys were indeed in love with each other, and if they didn’t know it yet, then they were sure as hell going to find out before they had to leave again. All of the boys were stopping in Holmes Chapel for a few days before moving onto London, and the two young adults had devised a (in Ed’s words, ‘foolproof’) plan.
“Gemma, it’s going to work, believe me. No boy can wake up spooned around someone else, with the smell of strawberries filling the room, and not be effected.”
“Oh god, please don’t get into a past experience. I do not want to hear it!” the girl laughed, finally dropping the final duvet on the spare bed. “-but, what about the other boys? They’re not going to do anything with Liam, Zayn and Niall sleeping on the floor not 10 feet away from them.”
“I know you don’t want to hear it, but they’re teenage lads. They’ve all seen each others dicks so I’m pretty sure a bit of light grinding in the morning with phase them.”
“Ed! Remember this is my brother we’re talking about. I didn’t sign up for him to get his grind on!” She exclaimed, trying to bleach her mind of the extremely unwanted thought.
“And remember, they’re teenage lads. Now go make sure everything’s done, dusted, and perfected. I want to be able to gloat this time tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.” Gemma’s rolled her eyes, but there was good humour hidden in her tone as she bid her goodbye’s and hung up. Hopefully, their hard work and planning would pay off.
When the boys finally arrived some hours later, Harry was surprised at how bubbly his sister seemed. Sure, she was always an optimistic type of girl, yet today she seemed different, as though she had something up her sleeve.
He managed to last until dinner time before he cracked.
“Gem, I love you and everything, but if you’ve got a prank planned, please not tonight. We’ve been on the road for so long, give us this one nights rest, yeah?”
At this, the older girl couldn’t help but laugh.
“Aww, it ‘ickle Harry getting paranoid?” she cooed, ruffling his hair up (much to his protest.) Everyone else laughed as he pouted, before combing his hands through his hair and setting it back as it normally was.
“Don’t worry Haz, I’m not up to anything” Not up to anything bad. But he didn’t need to know that… yet.
After several more hours of idle chatter, Gemma excused herself and went up to her room. As quickly as she could, she grabbed the strawberry scented candle and ran to Harry’s room, placing it just under his bed. Thankfully, it was close enough to the headboard that the scent would be easy to detect if you had just woken up, and were only in tune with senses close to you.
Now all she had to do, was wait.
Part 2
Pairing: Harry/Louis (Larry Stylinson)
Summary: When Ed and Gemma get tired of watching Harry and Louis dance around their feelings for each other, they take matters into their own hands. After several failed attempts, Gemma finds out some shocking (yet rather pleasing) news.
“-And because Zayn’s got tonsillitis, Lou had to sing his parts and the crowd wentabsolutely mental. Ed, I swear the roof nearly blew off!” Harry gushed down the phone to his friend.
“I mean, we all know he’s fantastic, but he just never believes us, yet his face tonight… I can’t describe it. He was just so happy, so pleased.”
Ed couldn’t help but chuckle as he pottered around the kitchen listening to his younger friend talk about their final gig. He was truly happy for him, Harry was a nice kid, and not as big headed as the papers portrayed him to be. He cared about his friends and family so much, he didn’t deserve the hate that had been thrown his way recently.
“So I take it you all enjoyed yourselves then, eh?” he smiled once the curly haired boy had stopped talking enough to let his friend get a word in edgeways. Of course, this only set him off on another rant about how good the vibes had been once the show ended, and how Louis had apparently been so ecstatic that he misplaced his footing and fell up the stairs when climbing back onto the tour bus. Ed was amazed at how close the two were. Questionably close. Sure, he loved Harry like a brother, but even he would get sick and tired of talking about him all the time, but clearly his friend didn’t have the same problem when it came to his band mate.
“Anyway, I have to go. Liam’s being a right pain in the arse and demanding we all catch some shut eye. It’s only 11:30, but apparently that’s late enough.” The young teen said as he rolled his eyes.
“Listen to daddy direction, buddy. It’s a long drive from Glasgow to Cheshire, a very long drive, it’s best that you sleep through most of it.” the older man chuckled.
“Take your own advice next time, mate. That way whenever I see you after your tours I don’t have to listen to you complain about how boring the journeys are!”
“Hey, I’m not as bad as you are, you whiny bastard .” Ed laughed.
“Whatever mate… bye!”
Occasionally, the ginger male found it hard to believe that his friend wasn’t even 18 yet, however as he hung up and downed the last of his beer, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Yes, Harry was mature for his age, but sometimes he was so bloody childish, it was unbelievable.
Sitting down at his laptop, he laughed at some of the things that were in his mentions on twitter. The ginger jokes were so old, but there were still a few that were still funny. Scrolling down, one particular mention caught his eye.
@AlreadyTorn1Dness
I wonder if @EdSheeran knows about Larry Stylinson… bet he does. Ed, we’re counting on U for the snogging pics to be released!
Somehow, the thought of two of his male friends kissing didn’t really freak him out. Maybe because he knew that Harry was as straight as a pin… or was he? Suddenly, he imagined himself kissing Harry, and felt as though he was about to throw up. Harry was like his brother. I was just wrong. But Louis… Louis and Harry were even closer than he and the young lad, so why did that seem almost…right?
Blame it on the alcohol. Don’t think too much about it, you’ll just get confused. He thought to himself.
Just as he was about to log off, he saw a tweet that sent his mind reeling.
@GemmaAnneStyles:
My brother @Harry_Styles returns with his husband @Louis_Tomlinson and co. tomorrow. Can’t wait to see them!
Husband…
If Harry had told anybody anything about who he was crushing on, it would have been Ed. But then again, if he thought that Ed wouldn’t understand, the next person he’d go to was his sister. Deciding to once and for all put his queries to bed, he sent a quick direct message.
To: GemmaAnneStyles
Hey Gem, know I haven’t spoken to you much but was just wondering where the husband jokes come from. I know they’re close, but is there more to it than that?
He deliberated for only a second before hitting send. She may think he was crazy for thinking such a thing, but he didn’t see her that often, and he could easily laugh it off as a prank to Harry, so he wasn’t very worried. Although, he had to admit, he was a little nevous when he saw he had a reply only minutes later.
To: EdSheeran
Hi Ed! Haha no, unfortunately not. H is in denial of his feelings IMO. But he can’t fool me, I see the heart-eyes they give each other. It’s Luurrve! ;) x
Ed stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds, before typing back…
-
“So do you really think this is going to work?” the brunette asked incredulously as she sorted out the spare quilts for Harry’s room. She had been on the phone to Ed for about an hour this morning, and had stayed up quite late emailing him last night. It hadn’t taken them long to realise that the two boys were indeed in love with each other, and if they didn’t know it yet, then they were sure as hell going to find out before they had to leave again. All of the boys were stopping in Holmes Chapel for a few days before moving onto London, and the two young adults had devised a (in Ed’s words, ‘foolproof’) plan.
“Gemma, it’s going to work, believe me. No boy can wake up spooned around someone else, with the smell of strawberries filling the room, and not be effected.”
“Oh god, please don’t get into a past experience. I do not want to hear it!” the girl laughed, finally dropping the final duvet on the spare bed. “-but, what about the other boys? They’re not going to do anything with Liam, Zayn and Niall sleeping on the floor not 10 feet away from them.”
“I know you don’t want to hear it, but they’re teenage lads. They’ve all seen each others dicks so I’m pretty sure a bit of light grinding in the morning with phase them.”
“Ed! Remember this is my brother we’re talking about. I didn’t sign up for him to get his grind on!” She exclaimed, trying to bleach her mind of the extremely unwanted thought.
“And remember, they’re teenage lads. Now go make sure everything’s done, dusted, and perfected. I want to be able to gloat this time tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.” Gemma’s rolled her eyes, but there was good humour hidden in her tone as she bid her goodbye’s and hung up. Hopefully, their hard work and planning would pay off.
When the boys finally arrived some hours later, Harry was surprised at how bubbly his sister seemed. Sure, she was always an optimistic type of girl, yet today she seemed different, as though she had something up her sleeve.
He managed to last until dinner time before he cracked.
“Gem, I love you and everything, but if you’ve got a prank planned, please not tonight. We’ve been on the road for so long, give us this one nights rest, yeah?”
At this, the older girl couldn’t help but laugh.
“Aww, it ‘ickle Harry getting paranoid?” she cooed, ruffling his hair up (much to his protest.) Everyone else laughed as he pouted, before combing his hands through his hair and setting it back as it normally was.
“Don’t worry Haz, I’m not up to anything” Not up to anything bad. But he didn’t need to know that… yet.
After several more hours of idle chatter, Gemma excused herself and went up to her room. As quickly as she could, she grabbed the strawberry scented candle and ran to Harry’s room, placing it just under his bed. Thankfully, it was close enough to the headboard that the scent would be easy to detect if you had just woken up, and were only in tune with senses close to you.
Now all she had to do, was wait.
Part 2