Larry smut/fluff

Thunderstorms

by: uniquelylarry

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: ThunderstormsSummary:

Description: Louis and Harry are at their flat, watching a movie, and then a thunderstorm comes. They're just best friends here, but when Harry comforts Louis, they realize there may be something more than just friendship.

Chapter Text

HARRY'S POV
"I can't breathe," Louis gasps, clutching his tummy. I burst into another fit of laughter as I see him trying to get air between his adorable little giggles and failing miserably. He glares at me and I can see there are tears coming out of his eyes.

He's laughing because we were watching 21 Jump Street and then I started tickling him silly. Now he's laughing just because.

"Stop. Laughing," I breathe, trying to close my mouth tightly, but that makes a snort come out. He laughs even harder at the noise, and I finally just grab him and pull him to me so we're both rolling on the couch. He screams and shoots out from under me, running to my bedroom because it's closer.

I jump a little as a crack of thunder shakes our flat, vibrating throughout my ears. Louis freezes and he immediatly stops smiling. "What's wrong Lou?" I ask, my smile faltering at his stance. He wraps his arms around himself, his sweater paws hanging limply around his small hands. I realize that he's wearing my sweater.

He shakes his head and starts biting his lip hardly as another burst of thunder rumbles, and I stand quickly. I see him flinch a little as rain starts pouring down on the roof, and slamming against the window loudly.

"I'm... I'm scared of thunderstorms," He says sheepishly, slowly getting on the floor and clutching his knees to his chest.

"Aw Lou," I say teasingly before his face tells me he's serious. I get down on my knees in front of him, and he immediatlely starts to scoot closer to me.

"C'mere," I sigh, and he quickly crawls into my arms. His whimpering scares me further. I've never seen anyone so scared of a little thunder.

"It's okay, just breathe." I soothe, rubbing his back and I feel tears on my chest.

When he finally is breathing a little more normal, I ask him gently, "Why are you so scared Lou?"

He's very hesitant to respond, but when he does, I'm caught a little off guard.

"My house was hit by a tornado, and I almost died," he whispers as if it's a secret. I guess for him it kind of is.

"Oh," is all I can think to say and Louis just nuzzles his face in my neck. The feeling of his warm breath against me makes my heart flutter a little, and my stomach churns a bit. Not in a bad way, more of a butterfly way.

"It won't happen again," I promise, wrapping my arms tightly around him and squeezing. He gasps a little as I kiss his forehead. "As long as you're with me, you'll be safe," He nods against me, his breath tickling my neck and making me giggle a little.

"It's not funny," he whines, starting to cry again. Seeing him so vulnerable and scared makes me feel protective over him.

"I know boo, I know." I quickly say, placing my hands in his soft honey hair. He sighs against me as tears fall silently down his face. "You're okay. I've got you." I whisper and place my forehead on his. It's right then I realize how beautiful he is. I don't care that his eyes are now rimmed with red and watery. I also don't care that his bottom lip is trembling and there's stubble on his chin because he didn't shave. He looks imperfectly perfect, and his vibrant blue eyes shine through the tears and into mine with such burning intensity it almost makes me look away.

"Don't move," I whisper, and place my hand on his cheek. It tickles my fingers a bit, but I don't care. "You're okay," I say again, running my knuckles lightly on his prominent cheek bones. His breaths come out soft and a little surprised, but he listens to me and doesn't move.

My hand moves down to his lips, ghosting my fingertips across the outline, never breaking eye contact. I can't seem to look away, his eyes pull me in and I'm already craving more.

"Harry," he whispers as another tear falls down his cheek and I quickly wipe it away with my thumb.

"Hm?" I hum, now just letting my hand just cup his cheek delicately.

"What are we?" His voice cracks a little, I don't know if it's because he was just crying or because he's nervous, but it makes me squirm.

"We're two best friends having a moment in the middle of a thunderstorm," I chuckle, although I don't want to lighten the mood. I want to stay like this forever, staring into Louis' beautiful blue eyes.

"No we're not," he says shockingly quiet.

"Then what are we?" I ask afraid of his answer.

"I'll show you," he mumbles, then leans in and places his lips on mine.

My mind tells me to pull away, because I'M KISSING MY BEST FRIEND.

But my heart tells me to kiss him harder, and that's what I listen to. He whimpers a little as I bite softly on his bottom lip, but doesn't pull away. Instead, he licks my lips and I open them willingly. His tongue wraps around mine and I jump because I'm so sensitive to his gentle touch. My heart pounds in my chest as he intertwines his fingers through the hair on the back of my head and pushes me closer. His lips feel warm and soft, moving against mine in a perfect rhythm and making my heart slow down and speed up all at once. The butterflies in my stomach flutter immensely.

"Don't be scared." It comes out of my mouth when I'm taking a quick breath. I didn't even think about saying it, it just came out.

"I won't," Louis responds, his eyes are darkened and practically glowing, they burn straight into mine intensely and he's breathing hard.

The mood isn't broken when another crack of thunder shakes the windows. Instead he pulls me back to him and kisses me again.