Larry smut/one shots

still I call it magic (fluff/smut)

by: soleilouis on ao3

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Summary - non-au. harry and louis before and after concerts throughout the last 4 years.

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1. the x factor, final live performance (pre-show)

Harry is fairly certain that he is going to vomit. Like, he didn't eat anything today, specifically for this reason, but his tongue feels too big for his mouth and he's starting to sweat through his shirt. He knows deep down that he won't actually get sick - he never does - but the hour leading up to every performance where he feels like he's on the verge of dying is never his shining moment.

"Have you seen Niall? He's been talking my fuckin' ear off and now-- Haz?" Harry hears Louis calling from the hallway before he sees him. Louis peeks his head into the small room backstage where Harry's currently sat in a very comfortable bean bag. It's bright pink and probably big enough to fit three people on it, and Harry doesn't want to move for the rest of the night. Or ever. Surely the other four boys can perform without him, just this once.

Harry looks up from his place on the floor, giving Louis a weak smile. "Hi."

"Y'alright? We go on pretty soon." Louis walks into the room slowly, looking around to make sure that Harry is alone before kicking the door closed. "Not that I don't enjoy the view," he adds, raising an eyebrow as he gives Harry's long body, stretched out on the bean bag, a good once-over.

Harry rolls his eyes and pulls one foot up to prop on top of his knee. "'m just nervous, I guess."

Louis hums and nods, understanding immediately where Harry's at in his own head.

Louis never gets proper nervous, Harry thinks. He gets anxious in ways that Harry doesn't, freaking himself out about his voice in rehearsals and worrying himself to death about his family. When it comes to everything else, though, Louis always seems to keep it together. He's what all of the boys need, exactly when they need it. He's soft and quiet with Harry, cuddled up and making him laugh once he's relaxed, peppering kisses all over his face to make him feel special. Louis and Zayn usually play video games until Zayn eventually cracks and tells Louis what's bothering him, and Louis quietly pauses the game and listens. He listens to music with Niall, letting Niall talk until he's blue in the face about the technical side of things, asking questions to keep Niall engaged and his mind elsewhere. Liam is different - Louis has learned that he has to pester Liam until he's just reached his breaking point, ready to absolutely kill Louis, before Liam will finally sag his shoulders and tell Louis what's going on.

"What're you nervous for? We've practiced this song, like, a hundred times," Louis responds with a casual shrug, a smile creeping onto his face. He walks further into the room, stopping once his feet hit Harry's bean bag.

Harry knows that Louis is right - he always is. He should shake it off, get up from this too-bright bean bag and finish getting ready for their performance. Instead he groans dramatically and throws an arm over his eyes.

"None of that, babe," Louis says with a laugh. "Budge up." He kicks the bean bag lightly, and Harry drops the arm from his face and lays it out beside him. Louis settles himself next to Harry, letting his head rest on Harry's bicep.

"Did I tell you that I heard you singing the chorus in the shower the other morning?" he asks after they're silent for a few long minutes.

Harry turns his head to face Louis and furrows his brow. "No?"