Larry smut/fluff

Try some of it out

Try Some Of It Out

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Summary:

Louis has heard too much of Larry Stylinson and decides to take a peek at their fanfiction... And ends up in the smut section.

Louis was bored.

And annoyed.

But bored was more like it.

He also needed a distraction. A distraction from his thoughts, which were, quite frankly, troubling him to the nth degree.

Harry.

Louis sighed. Lately, all his thoughts seemed to somehow be invaded by that curly-haired boy. Which wasn't really something new, to be honest; they did live together, they were in a (quite famous) band, they saw each other every day... But this kind of thing - these thoughts - were different. Before, he could look at Harry and just see him as...Harry, his bandmate, his partner in mischief, his best friend - just plain old Harry.

Now though... Now, whenever he saw Harry, whenever he was in close proximity with the boy (which he always was; they were a touchy-feely pair), he got this unexplainable but not uncomfortable feelings in his stomach that churned and churned and somehow transformed themselves into a light blush to tinge his cheeks.

And that was certainly disturbing.

Because this was Harry. His best friend. He should not be feeling butterflies for his best friend.

Not to mention some of the things he's heard now, about their interactions in public, this... Larry Stylinson thing. And although it was quite cute for the fans to combine their names like that, what was not cute about it was the fact that when he typed in those two words into the Google search bar (he was an internet-affiliated teenager; you can't fault him), all he could see were pictures, videos, commentaries, and, worst of all (for him), fanfiction.

See, Louis had always liked fanfiction. Before all this had started - before he tried out for the X-Factor, before he got placed in a band, before his life had changed forever - he was always looking for good fanfiction, just anything to read. It intrigued and inspired him that a lot of people can spin a whole lot of something over the simplest phrase an author had written in this book, the most irrelevant piece of information on a famous personality, and turn them into something worth reading. As for him personally, he had spent a good amount of time looking for some of the good Harry Potter ones.

And so to see yourself and your bandmate - who you absolutely did not have feelings for... not really - in some of the most ridiculous scenarios their fans have thought up (Not without good reason, though, Louis thought fairly... Some of his and Harry's physical interactions were quite... yeah.) in some of the websites you've grown accustomed to reading it was, to say the very very very least, disturbing.

But now, Louis was bored (It was their day off, and all the boys had gone off their own merry little ways to enjoy it, leaving Louis alone with the sanctuary of his and Harry's flat. This was supposed to be a good idea - Harry going off to gallivant with who and however he liked, but Louis didn't like it; the place was too quiet with him all alone, and the quiet was something he never really liked, since it allowed him to think... thus, the rantings above.) and annoyed (because he was bored) and he had nothing to do, so he might as well...

Because the truth is, Louis was a naturally curious person. He liked to poke other people, things, and know what something - or someone - was all about. This was also why he was quite loud; he'd discovered early on that the combination of his loudness and his curiosity made people notice him, and therefore be able to answer him. In some circumstances, people would be irritated, but that wasn't really a problem, since Louis was also a natural charmer.