Larry smut/fluff

Words can paint pictures, kisses tell stories

Words Can Paint Pictures, Kisses Tell Stories
sometimesiquestionmylifechoices

Summary:

Just a short one-shot where Harry and Louis are asked about Larry in an interview and brush it off, but it leads to the confession of some feelings. Major fluff. And some smut ;)
Notes:

Work Text:
"Alright, the next question is for Louis and Harry," chirped the interviewer. The two boys smiled politely and leaned forward, already having an inkling of what question was coming.

"Larry Stylinson. What's going on there?" Harry took the question without any hesitation.

"We're best mates. We live together but there's no real romance." Louis simply nodded in agreement. It was partially true. There was romance, but it wasn't mutual. Louis had a crush on the curly-haired lad since the X-Factor, but as far as he could tell, the feelings were not reciprocated. Harry constantly went on dates, sometimes seeing the same girl three or four times, but hardly ever more than that. He and Louis cuddled in their flat, but never more, and Harry never expressed the desire to do more.

"What do the other lads think of it?" the interviewer asked, addressing Liam, Zayn, and Niall.

"Well, I think we're all like that, in a way. We're all the best of friends," Niall, the only one aware of Louis's feelings in the band, jumped in. He glanced over at his friend sympathetically. Louis smiled a small smile in response.

The last eight months since the X-Factor had been wonderful and horrible at the same time. Louis had fallen head over heels in love with Harry and had to watch him date girl after girl, with no real relationship ever forming between any of them. However, he still got the marvelous butterflies in his tummy and the increased heartbeat and all of the other things that came with being in love.

On the drive back, Louis, Niall, and Liam sat in the back of their van while Harry and Zayn sat up front, Harry fast asleep on his shoulder, snoring softly.

"Tough luck, mate," Niall muttered.

"It's worse than tough luck it's why-does-the-universe-hate-me luck." Louis scowled at back of the sleeping Harry's head. Liam leaned over and decided to join the conversation.

"What are you guys talking about?" Niall looked back and forth between the two boys, then sighed.

"The thing, Liam."

"Oh." Liam reached over and patted Louis's knee. "I'm sorry, mate. It really is tough luck." Louis gaped at Liam, the glared at Niall.

"He knows?" he accused.

"Not like it's a huge secret. Anyone with eyes can see those looks you give him," Zayn casually announced towards the back of the van. "Except, it seems, Curly here." Louis buried his face in his hands and groaned.

"That's embarrassing."

"Well, not really. You two act like a married couple," Niall commented. "I understand it completely." Liam and Zayn nodded in agreement. Louis sighed.

"Yeah. I just wish he could understand it."

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The boys arrived to the complex where they lived and Zayn nudged Harry awake, who then groggily climbed the stairs with Louis to their flat. As soon as they got in the door, Harry dropped down on the couch and Louis sighed, and then went to the kitchen for a cup of tea. As he made his tea he affectionately watched Harry from the doorway. His back was to Louis, but he admired the mop of curls resting on the couch cushion, watching the television. When his tea was ready, Louis went into the den to join Harry on the couch. He sat down at the opposite end of the couch, and Harry looked over at him disapprovingly. Louis tried to ignore him and succeeded for a little while before he cracked a smile.