Across City Skyline [Larry Stylinson]

0.5

Okay, so, Louis fucks up. Not as drastically as Harry did but he makes a mistake and he's trying to apologize but Harry won't hear him out.

"Baby, I promise you, I didn't mean to," he says, sighing.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Harry huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "You didn't mean to have John at my birthday party when you know he still has a thing for you?"

Louis sighs. "I'm sorry. I just didn't think it'd be a big deal because clearly I'm only interested in you and he's Niall's friend too."

"Then why did you have to invite him?" Harry asks, huffing in frustration.

"Because he is still a friend, Niall's friend, like I said, " Louis shrugs.

"A friend who's basically in love with you," Harry roll his eyes, "of course I would love to see the guy who's in love with my boyfriend at my own birthday party."

"Baby, I told you I'm sorry. I didn't think it through. I love you, you know this. I'm the one who pined for you for ages, in case you've forgotten."

Harry's face falls. "I know that and I still hate myself for doing that," he says quietly, "but we've come a long way since then, don't you think? Please don't throw it in my face again."

And, okay, Louis can do better. He can get caught up in his anger or sadness and say something nasty. But he doesn't want to constantly do that. They have come a long way and he has forgiven Harry, after it had taken months to.

"I'm sorry, love," Louis say, softer this time, "please know I have no interest in anyone but you though."

Harry sighs, his guard dropping. "I know that. I'm sorry I got jealous because I do trust you. If anything, you should be the one not trust me," he laughs, soft but self-depricating.

"I trust you," he says gently, walking up to him, placing his hands on Harry's hips, "I really do."

"I trust you too. I just hate the way he looks at you," Harry scowls.

Louis sighs, pulling him close, their bodies touching in every way. "You know, I used to hate when Ethan touched you all the time," he mumbles, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "so I know what jealousy feels like."

"Sorry," he says back, arms snaking around Louis' neck.

"No, it's fine. You're right. I probably shouldn't have invited him when it was meant to be your special day. I'm sorry I didn't even ask you."

"Yeah, well," Harry huffs, Louis placing another kiss to his cheek, "I have you at the end of the day, don't I?"

Louis' eyes fill with mirth. "Always do, love," he says.

Harry grins. "I should probably go back out there and apologize for leaving like that from my own birthday party..."

"Probably," Louis hums, catching Harry's lips between his own, "or we could just," he nibbles, "stay here for a bit..."

Harry smiles against his kiss. "Lou, they're literally outside this bathroom, waiting for us to come back out."

"So, let them wait a little longer then," Louis says, walking until Harry's back hits the bathroom wall, "it's all your fault for letting me find out how addictive your kisses would be."

Harry laughs, the sound happy and airy. Louis smiles back. That's all he's ever wanted to do for Harry and now he feels lucky enough to be able to.

"I love you," Harry pecks him, "but I really think we should head back out."

Louis groans. "Fine, but when we get back to my place..."