Larry Oneshots

No Matter What (I'll Choose You)

Summary: Part two to No Matter What.

It's a direction continuation to the first part, just skipping the ride to Louis's house.

Warning: Smut :)

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"God, Harry." Louis cursed, his face buried in the boys neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive flesh. He pushed past the door to his room, leading them over to the bed.

Harry gasped when Louis's hands gripped his bum through his slacks before he was pushed back on the bed. He could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest, the fear setting in.

When Niall had told him that the whole team brought their partners home after the homecoming game, he didn't think the boy actually meant it. Or, at least, he didn't think him and Louis would go through with it. Harry was still a virgin, and only sixteen years old, and though he trusted his boyfriend with his whole being, he didn't want something so special like this to be downgraded to something that seemed.. well, traditional.

"Can we.." Harry gasped, eyes fluttering shut as his boyfriend kissed his jaw, oh so wonderfully. "Can we slow down.. mm.. please?"

Louis forced himself to pull back, looking to Harry with worry in his eyes. "Is everything okay? Do you want to stop?"

The curly haired boy bit his lip, shifting in his spot under Louis. "I-I don't know. We were just moving kind of fast." Harry mumbled, his head down. He felt... guilty? Like he was letting Louis down.

Louis nodded in understanding. "Alright.." He moved off of Harry, pulling the boy up with him and taking his hand, rubbing it soothingly. "I'm sorry, Haz. I didn't even consider—I'm sorry." It was silent for a few moments. "Hazza?" Louis's voice broke Harry out of his thoughts.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and not start crying like the baby he was. "No, I'm sorry," He whispered, closing his eyes. "I.. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Talk to me, love." Louis's voice soothed him. He rejoiced in the comfort of the man's hand rubbing his back. "Did I push you too far? You have to talk to me, Haz. I promise this will never go anywhere you don't want it to." He spoke seriously.

"Thank you, I-I know that. Um... I do want to. With you," Harry peered up at Louis with slightly puffy eyes, his body betraying him with its tears. His small voice cracked, "I'm just scared of this... turning into something you don't exactly want."

Harry's face converted into a frown and confusion filled his eyes as his boyfriend released a laugh. 

"Haz, why would you think that I wouldn't want this? You?" Louis questioned, but realization filled his features when he put the pieces together. "Is it Jake again? Haz, you have to stop letting what they say, hurt you. Hey, listen, look at me." The black, framed glasses were pulled away from his face and his chin was tilted up.

And suddenly Harry felt stupid. Having the blue eyes he'd fallen in love with, seeping into his own green ones, and seeing the deep adoration in them. Any doubt washed away from his mind just like that.

"I love you, Harry. You."

And it felt so right saying it back.

Whatever this connection was, no matter how fast it had happened, no matter how young they were; in that moment, Harry knew he didn't have to worry about any of it anymore. Not the bullies, not the traditions, not everybody's whispered gossip and teasing. None of it.

Because no matter what, Louis would choose him.

Their eyes met in a love-filled haze before their lips crashed together.