Lirry Stayne One Shots

Truth Or Dare

A deadly game of Truth Or Dare. Literally.

Also there's some Larry.

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"I'm bored!"

"I can't believe management put us in this shithole. There's not even a TV."

"I'm hungry. Anyone have snacks?"

"Shut up!" Liam yelled, silencing the voices of his 4 bandmates. "I know this room isn't great, but we've got each other for amusement. Why don't we play truth or dare?"

There was mumbled agreement, and the boys sat down.

Louis collapsed on the only bed in the room, and Harry sprawled out next to him. Liam watched, jealousy flashing across his face. He saw how Harry looked at Louis, and yearned for the younger boy to look at him the same.

"Liam, you alright?" Zayn asked, shaking Liam's shoulder gently.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just spaced out a bit," he smiled vaguely, and turned to face the other boys.

"Who's going first?"

"I will," said Niall.

"Hmmm. Harry. Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Harry fired back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I dare you to do a strip tease."

Louis and Zayn wolf whistled, but Liam remained silent.

Harry stood up and slowly removed his shirt, swaying his hips. Liam's eyes traveled over the perfectly toned torso, taking in every inch of it. He felt his pants grow slightly tight, and crossed his legs over his crotch. Liam ignored the giggles coming from Niall and Zayn, and instead chose to see what Louis' reaction was. He was gazing at Harry, transfixed. There was an odd mix of lust, love, shock, and amazement on his face.

When Harry was done, he bowed, smirking at his friends. He re-dressed and sat back down.

The game continued for a while, with some of the most ridiculous dares. So far, Niall had licked Louis' foot (which were notoriously disgusting), Zayn had attempted a handstand (resulting in the swelling of his wrist after overbalancing), and Liam had shouted out the window that he'd had sex with a donkey (unfortunately many fans had been crowded under the window).

The game was starting to get boring now, and everyone knew it. Again, it was Niall's turn, and he looked at Louis.

"Truth or dare, Lou?"

"Dare, of course," smirked the Doncaster boy.

"I dare you to kiss Harry. For 10 seconds."

There was silence. Harry's cheeks grew pink, Zayn's mouth fell open, and again, Liam said nothing.

"Pucker up, Curly," Louis grinned, and swooped down, pressing his lips against Harry's. Harry moved his hand to the back of Louis' neck, holding him in place, and Louis cupped his face tenderly. Liam watched as their mouthes moved in sync, feeling sick. It was unbearable to watch a second longer, so he lowered his eyes to the carpet, fixing his gaze on a muddy brown stain.

"Ok, you've done your 10 seconds!" Niall told them, expecting the 2 boys to pull apart. Only the didn't. They continued kissing.

"Stop!" Zayn wailed, covering his eyes as he cringed.

"Sorry," Louis muttered bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. No one noticed the shadow flickering across Liam's face, or the red that flashed in his eyes.

----

"Hiya mate!" said Louis enthusiastically as Liam walked up to him on the tour bus. "Feels like we've barely spent any time together lately. Fancy a game of FIFA?"

"Yeah, why not? You can set it up and I'll get snacks."

"Awesome!" Louis smiled brightly, bounding off. Liam watched his retreating back, scowling.

----

"Dude, I'm kicking your ass!" Louis yelled happily, punching Liam playfully.

"Guess you are," he replied vaguely.

"Wanna take a break? Try and get your skills back?"

"Alright," Liam answered, pausing the game and turning to the older boy.

"So how've you been lately?"

"Brilliant! Ever since me and Harry started going out, everything's been perfect. Liam, I really like him. I think I might love him," Louis said earnestly, blue eyes glinting brightly.

"That's... really good," Liam said quietly. Only it wasn't good. He hated the idea of another being with his Harry, and now someone else was in love with him?

"Hey, I'm just gonna go to the toilet," he said, making up his mind on the spot.

"Ok!" Louis said, turning to the bowl of snacks and grabbing a handful of crisps.

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When Liam returned, he smiled grimly at the look of innocence that was still spread across his bandmate's face. If he knew what was about to happen, he wouldn't look like that. No. He'd be begging for mercy.

"Ready to keep playing?" Louis asked. "Liam, are you alright?"

"Oh, don't worry about me. I'm fine," Liam smiled again, but it was a taunt leer, a mere shadow of what Liam Payne used to be. Under his jacket, he grasped the knife tighter and stepped slowly towards the Doncaster lad.

"Liam, what are you doing?" Louis said, worry tugging at his features.

"Nothing. Just relax," Liam told him, covering the distance between them in a few short paces.

"Haha, very funny. Joke's over now," Louis said, his voice shaking as he saw the knife clutched tightly in Liam's hand.

"I'm sorry, Louis. This was never a joke. You dared to touch Harry. Now you'll suffer for it," he said quietly, knuckles turning white.

"What are you talking about? Stop!" Louis protested, but it made no difference to Liam. As the knife repeatedly slashed through Louis' torso, a scream that never left stayed on the tip of his tongue.

Liam knew there was no going back now as he admired his handiwork. He also knew that no one would ever touch his Harry again. A satisfied smile began to creep across his lips.