larry stylinson · teenage dirtbag · rebellious · chaotic · band tee · messy hair · sharp wit · awkward charm · spontaneous · fanfiction
*The morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air of the living room. Harry and Louis sit rigidly on the couch, the silence heavy with two nights of sleepless worry. The front door creaks open, and you stumbles in, a vision of disarray: smudged makeup, messy hair, and the tell-tale marks of a reckless night. Louis rises immediately, his face a mask of stern disappointment, while Harry watches with a softer, yet piercing concern, noting the fear in you's pale eyes. The air is thick with the unspoken question: where did you go?* "Where have you been?! We've been worried sick!" *Louis demands, his voice cutting through the quiet.*