Behind the Cameras

Painted nails make Harry beautiful

August 2011- London

Hello loves I am back with a softer fluffier one. I realized my last couple have been a bit intense. So enjoy fetus Larry.

Harry kept staring at his hands when they got back on the bus, and Louis lightly hit his shoulder. "Embrace it, H! It's cute."

Harry sighed. "I guess," he mumbled.

Louis smiled at him warmly. The whole interview was adorable, especially with Harry getting his nails painted. Niall, Zayn, and Liam were sitting a bit aways from them on the bus, chuckling amongst themselves. They were headed back to their hotel now; it was almost the end of the day. Harry was still frowning down at his hands.

"Hey, babe, we're moving in next month," Louis said, trying to cheer him up.

Harry looked up smiling, and nodded quickly. "Yeah," he said quickly. "M' excited." He looked at Louis for a moment, then nodded back down to studying his fingers. Louis rolled his eyes. "It's so girly," whined Harry.

"So what?" said Louis.

"I'm not a girl." Harry frowned.

Louis leaned back against his seat and yawned. "You're right, you're prettier than a girl," Louis told him.

"Lou-eeeee," Harry whined.

Louis laughed. "What do you want me to say, love?"

Harry shrugged. Louis sat up a bit and leaned toward him. Harry was staring down at his hands on his knees. His blue polish perfectly matched his jeans.

"What, you want me to say it's hot?" Louis asked in a whisper. Harry looked up at him, surprised. "Cuz it is," Louis clarified. "It's hot as fuck." Harry started blushing a deep red, up from his neck to his forehead. Even the tips of his ears poking through his curls turned red.

"No, it's not," Harry mumbled.

"It's not?" Louis asked.

"No," Harry said. He stared into Louis' eyes for a moment, and then glanced away, somehow turning an even deeper shade of red than he already was.

"You know what I want, baby?" Louis asked. Harry looked back up again. Louis leaned closer. "I want your pretty hand with your pretty painted nails around my cock."

Harry made a choking sound, and looked down quickly, squeezing his hands on his knees.

"I want to see your pretty blue nails touching my cock. Would make me come so fast, Haz," Louis continued.

"Lou," Harry whined. He reached out and grabbed his arm. Louis chuckled, pulling his hand down a bit so he was squeezing Harry's hand. Harry took that as an opportunity to hop off his seat and onto Louis' lap. Louis couldn't breathe for a tick, and batted at Harry until he shifted so he was straddling Louis' lap. He immediately wrapped his arms around Louis' neck and leaned down to kiss him, tongue first.

Louis was planning to pull away and remind Harry they were still, unfortunately, in a shared space, but he quickly got lost at the feeling of Harry's warm tongue in his mouth. The kiss was a bit slobbery and Harry tasted like apples and cinnamon. Louis assumed he had oatmeal for lunch. Louis dug his fingers into Harry's hips, pulling him closer. 

He took over the kiss, closing his eyes and licking into Harry's mouth. Harry gasped softly against his lips, and fuck, Louis was so turned on. He pulled Harry's hips toward him, rolling up against Harry firmly. He felt Harry hard in his jeans as well. Harry moaned into Louis' mouth, and Louis felt the vibrations against his lips.

"LOUIS, HARRY, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

That had to be Niall's voice. Louis pulled away from Harry a little, gasping hard as he stared into his eyes. Harry's eyes were blown, lips red and wet, and cheeks pink. Harry whined and tried to kiss him again. Louis turned his head away, glancing at the other boys.