LARRY ONESHOTS

~ CONFLICT RESOLUTION ~

*LOUIS' POV*

"Do you understand the gravity of this?" I look at Harry as I stand in front of him, not considering the fact that he is my best friend, my husband and the love of my life in this minute. Harry, though trying hard not to laugh, nods and agrees.

"I do."

"Do you understand what is at stake? Instant death. First goal wins and the loser does the dishes for the entire week. Also, winner takes all." I say as I look down at his dick and back at him again.

"I understand." He says and I nod with what I assume to be a grave look on my face. I know he is keeping in his laughter and I know if allowed, he'd melt into a literal fucking puddle of laughter, but he's not. This is serious business. This is how married couples solve arguments. By playing FIFA.

At least, that's what we do and it's always worked for us.

No, no. Let me rephrase that.

It's always worked for me.

"Do you promise to abide by the rules?"

"I do."

"Then let the war begin." I say and hand him the joystick. Harry looks back and forth between me and the screen before the all-too-familiar smirk of competitive Harry sets on his gorgeous face and both of us jump onto the couch with our legs crossed beneath us and I press play.

I already made sure all the settings were in place – two teams.

Harry's blue team and my red team.

Difficulty level: pro.

Internal battle mode: on.

As soon as the game started on the huge TV screen in the living room, the ball was in my possession. I hear myself emit an evil, egoistic laugh as my fingers fly across the controller with sickening familiarity and agility. When I take a quick glance at Harry, I find his position not too different from his. His tongue is peeking out from between his lips which are currently set in a straight line. His eyes are narrowed and concentrated, the beautiful greens in them following every movement of the virtual characters on screen.

"You're not gonna win." I drawl out my words to tease and distract him, knowing that it's a tactic that will come into play if I want to win. I'm not going to lie, there is a good chance Haz might take away the cup because we've been playing occasionally ever since we holed up in his apartment and isolated ourselves.

It's been the best thing in the world but right now, it also has the potential to come back and bite me in the ass because of how much he has improved.

"It's not going to work." He drawls out in the same way I did mere seconds ago and I laugh again.

"Sure, whatever helps you concentrate on the game, boo."

"Baby, you've been using the same tactic," he pauses for a second as both our attention snaps fully to the game when Harry takes possession of the ball. I growl lowly when he laughs and continues. "Since the past five months. I'm pretty damn good at writing off your sexy voice as white noise when I want to."

"Maybe." Louis says as he spots an opening, and takes possession of the ball again and making a goal without wasting another second. "But I'll be the one who will always end up winning."

Harry groans in frustration and I make sure the controller is not in his hand at that moment because I am very much aware of what happened the last time it was. I have been using the same controller that came along with the new X-box 3 years ago but Harry is probably on his fifth one yet. He breaks one every time he loses.

The broken joysticks speak for themselves.

"Asshole." He says and glares at me.

"Sore loser." I smirk before standing up on the wooden coffee table to do my victory dance. "You know, I'm getting quite bored of having to be the one to do the victory dance every time around."

"You little shit, you cannot let me down easy even a single time, can you?"

Harry's face is still set on a hard glare and I finally give up the asshole act and jump on the couch to straddle his lap.

"Louis, you fucking monkey, stop it."

"Oh, quit acting like you hate it." I say with a small smile but he doesn't look at me. I try to beckon him but he doesn't budge, so I decide to take matters in my own hand with a shrug.

"Fine, be murky."

"Stop quoting Phoebe, goddammit."

"But I love her." I say in a whiney tone and he finally looks at me with fury in his eyes.

"Oh, do you now?"

Before I can start to say something, I'm cut off by Harry's lips on mine. I smile through the kiss, not too hurried to return the kiss because I'm busy basking in the glory of victory, in both cases.

"I love jealous Hazza."

"Well then why not do you a favour and have you scream his name for the rest of the night." Harry mutters as he kisses down my neck and I smirk again.

"Oh, love, I am not so sure about that. Winner takes all, remember?"

"You are gonna take it all." Harry nearly growls and I laugh as he attacks my neck again, not even bothering to carry me to the bedroom and holds on to my hips, making me intentionally grind against him and cause friction.

I win, I think with a hazy grin before I let him take over all of my senses.

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A/N. Y'ALL, I DON'T KNOW WHY AND HOW I WROTE THIS. I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING THE ENTIRE TIME, I WAS SO EMBARRASSED THAT I HAVE THE ABILITY TO WRITE THIS KIND OF ALMOST-SMUT. I'M JUST A TEEN!!!! XD

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~ Love, T.