larry one shots

10 - *tire 💌

This is a lot longer than I planned lmao. I apologize, but I hope you enjoy!

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"God just turn down the fucking music already, would you?" Louis huffs as he turns the volume dial himself, annoyed by listening to the same album on repeat for the last two hours.

They're in Harry's 2007 Toyota Camry which the speakers have blown out of, causing Shawn Mendes' voice to sound low and staticky. "It sounds fucking foul. Get some proper speakers."

Harry rolls his eyes at that. "Not everyone's family can afford a brand new Four Runner princess. Just shut your mouth for the rest of the way there. We have two whole fucking hours left." He glances over his shoulder as he merges into a different lane on the freeway

Louis throws his arm across the console, slapping Harry's arm with a loud clapping noise. Harry's hand moves to grab the skin that Louis had just slapped.

"My family didn't buy it for me." He spits. "You know I work my ass off for what I have."

"Don't pretend like half of that car isn't daddy's money. He buys you everything."

A tang of sadness washes over Louis' features, his eyes going dull. "It's not my choice." His voice sounds weaker than he hoped it would.

They fall silent and Harry turns the volume up once again. "Can we at least listen to different songs? We've listened to this album three times already."

Harry clicks his tongue against his teeth for a moment. "What music do you like then?"

Louis shrugs. "I don't know. Arctic monkeys, The Fray, Ed Sheeran, anything but this dude."

"What's wrong with Shawn Mendes exactly?" Harry asks, annoyed.

"He just doesn't have the right tone."

Harry sighs. "What about Taylor Swift?"

Louis' lips tug up at the corners, immediately thinking of his mother singing her heart out to Taylor's music in the car. "Yeah Taylor's okay."

Harry taps on his phone a few times as he glances up to the road every now and then and Speak Now, the album Louis' mother would listen to constantly, begins to play through the speakers, still staticky and shaky. Cleaning, driving, cooking, showering, getting ready for the day—at all times—Speak Now was playing. He had learned nearly all of the lyrics to the songs so he couldn't help but hum along to the radio as his personal favorite song came on, Sparks Fly.

They're on their way to their footy retreat of four nights, which the bus would have taken them to ... if they didn't have a fight in the locker room and got left behind.

TWO HOURS PRIOR

Harry throws his head back in a groan when he sees the empty parking lot except for his and Louis' cars and a few other cars that belong to teachers and other staff.

"Of fucking course they just left us behind." He huffs out, annoyed. Hoisting the bag higher on his shoulder, he retrieves his phone from his pocket.

"What are you doing?" Louis asks from behind him, causing Harry to turn around and face him. "Calling an uber or something?"

"No you dipshit. I could just drive if I wanted." Harry spit back, arm gesturing to the parking lot behind him. "I'm calling Niall."

Seconds later, Niall's chirpy voice fills the speakers of his phone. "Hey Harry."

"Hey, Where are you guys?" Harry asks, voice slightly frantic.

"We're like twenty minutes from school, why?"