nudes // larry (DISCONTINUED)

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Harry's POV

the beads of sweat dripped off my face, after that little texting moment with louis. sudden realization came to me. i just sent nudes to louis. louis, my band mate, my secret boyfriend, my bestfriend.

what if he wasn't ready? what if he only sent them back only because he gave into pressure? all these thoughts flew into my mind. there was one thing i concluded though, its either the relationship we had will grow awkward and we'll fall apart, or this is a new step into our secret.

we'll just find out later.

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LOUIS' POV

it was a cluttered mess in this stall, nothing but toilet paper and come. trying to wipe it away never really helped, being sticky and drying by the minute. i thought it would be best if i just laid some toliet paper over it, just so the janitor can deal with it.

i zipped up my pants and walked out of the stall, looking at myself in the mirror. i washed my hands considering what i just handled in there, its best to wash them.

walking out of the bathroom wasn't as plesant, earning some glares and furious whispers, most likely from me screaming. some guys that worked here were laughing, pointing too, but i ignore them.

"hey louis wait up!" jake says, jake is the only person i can tolerate in this shit building.

"hey bro, whats up?" i give him a half hug and walk along him back to my destination of the conference room, which suprisingly is pretty far away.

"well, everyone is talking about you in the break room, saying how you were screaming in the-" i already know what he was trying to get at.

"did you hear too..?" we stopped for a bit and he looked at me and nodded, concern in his eyes. just after, he throws fits of laughter at me, almost on the ground even.

"dude what the fuck!" i hissed, playfully hitting him on the arm.

"lou, its okay.. its just funny the fact the only place you, louis tomlinson, would chose to have sex with, is in a bathroom stall!" he laughs uncontrollable untill hes back to little giggles.

"i wasn't having sex, you bloke." i scoff, walking further ahead of him, taking a left.

"sounds like you were mate" he catches up to me

"but i wasn't! i was-" i stopped myself, knowing that no one knew about mine and harry's relationship, except for our directors for modest! managment, but everyone here knows that mine and eleanor's relationship was as fake as nicki minaj's ass.

"talking to a certain someone..?" he wiggled his eyebrows in a weird way, earning a laugh out of me

"yeah actually, theyre really nice and we've been a thing for a while." i didn't want to say she, its probably what he expected, but i didn't want to lie to jake. it was best to just imply them as the third-person.

"they're? alright tomlinson, its either you have been having some current affairs lately, or..." jake furrowed his eyebrows trying to fit what i said into pieces.

"its not a girl.." he half-whispers to himself.

i take this time to run towards the conference room to dodge his questions, but he runs after me. as childish as it seems, hes a good friend of mine, working at this bullshit company or not, he was trustworthy.

"TELL ME MAN! YOU TELL ME EVERYTHING! I'LL BUY YOU LUNCH, I'LL WASH YOUR CAR, I'LL WALK YOUR DOG-"

"i don't have a dog, you twat." i smacked his arm

"hurtful..!" he wined, grasping his arm, dramatically falling to the ground

"if i tell you then you better not tell anyone you arse." i look him dead in the eyes, he nods and i drag him into a small room, guessing its another conference room. "you promise, you wont tell anyone, or anything the truth, if you do, you give me dire permission to cut your dick off" he nods, "i promise, i wont tell anyone, or anything the truth, and if i do, i give you dire permission to cut off my... dick."

i pace around the room, trying to find the best way to say this.. "um.. uhhh... well.." i stutter.

"cat got your tounge or something? get on with it, i dont want my co-workers getting any ideas from this" he says shaking my shoulders to get me to spit it out.

"me... and... harry..." i pause, word by word. i know its a risk for me to tell jake about the relationship me and harry have, but jake was really trustworthy over the 5 years.

"you and harry are seeing eachother?" he says, not in a questioning way, but in a finish-the-sentence way.

"yeah.. how did you know..?" i said utterly confused

"everyone here basically think you two are a thing, i'm pretty sure everyone in the world knows it.." jake stated, sitting in one of the conference chairs, proping his feet on the table.

"is it really that noticable?" i laugh, repeating the same actions jake did.

"yeah, the way you look at each other, and your little sign language you had on the up all night tour. oh! lets not forget the time you put a buttplug in poor little harry's arse during an interview. i could go on forever, but i'd rather leave this room." he chuckles and opens the door

"oh and louis?" he turns his head towards my direction from the door. "yeah jake?" i say, getting a bit nervous because what if he doesn't accept me to having a relationship with harry?

"i ship you guys, larry stylinson, you two are adorable, keep him happy mate." he says right before he closes the door, leaving me by myself.

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SHOUTOUT TO @DATEMELOUIS (WATTPAD) AND @5IDIOTSS (KIK) FOR ACTUALLY CONTACTING ME TO UPDATE, IM SHOCKED PEOPLE EVEN LIKE THIS STORY, LET ALONE LIKE IT. SO AS LOUIS WOULD SAY, "MASSIVE THANK YOU TO THE INCREDIBLE FANS" I LOVE YOU GUYS