Larry One Shots

Fire

MAture

By: http://thatlarrything.tumblr.com

The car was pleasantly warm, a welcoming change from the brisk air outside, as Harry drove back from the holiday party that the entire band had gone to. It had been a rather nice party, one with lots of champagne, hors d’oeuvres on silver platters, and even sprigs of hanging mistletoe.

“Careful around this bend,” Louis said as Harry drove.

“Yes mum,” the younger boy said with a grin, managing just fine to turn the car smoothly.

“This was a bad idea. Should have got a cab,” Louis muttered.

He knew that if they got pulled over, they would be in serious trouble seeing as Harry didn’t even have his license yet.

“Or maybe you shouldn’t have had so much of that champagne,” Harry replied. “And it’s not like I don’t know howto drive. I’m just not, you know, legally allowed to do so,” he said with a small shrug.

“Still doesn’t make this okay,” Louis said, shaking his head.

“Oh loosen up old man. We’re almost home anyway,” Harry pointed out.

The curly-haired teen reached out to turn the radio on and the chorus of ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ soon filled the car.

“No, no, no,” Harry said, clicking to change the station. “Only so much of our own song I can take listening to.” He settled on a station that was playing Rebecca Ferguson’s ‘Nothing’s Real But Love’.

Louis relaxed into his seat as he heard Rebecca’s voice over the speakers. There was something so soulful and soothing about her voice that he really did enjoy. He began dramatically bopping his head to the music, a smile on his face as he stared at the window. A sudden touch though caused him to freeze and his head turned to look down at his hand. Harry’s right hand had moved to gently hold his own and his mind flashed back to earlier that evening.

He wasn’t sure why people thought it was a brilliant idea to have mistletoe at parties. Honestly, it just made for many potentially awkward situations. After finishing his second flute of champagne, Louis had headed to the loo but was stopped in the doorway of the kitchen as Harry tried walking through as well.

“Oh hello there,” Louis had grinned widely, reaching out to ruffle Harry’s hair.

“Well hello to you too,” Harry replied, an equally large grin on his face. “Having fun?”

“Yeah, not too bad. Champagne tastes magnificent.”

“Glad to hear it,” Harry had said, chuckling in amusement.

Louis really wasn’t sure which one of them had noticed the mistletoe over their heads first. All that he really did know was that they had looked back at each other at the same time, no reservations or hesitancies evident on their faces. It was only mistletoe and a small kiss between two mates wasn’t going to matter.

If only Louis had really believed that.

The kiss had been short and sweet, Harry’s lips having gently moved against his own before pulling back and then shuffling down the hall. Louis had remained frozen in the hallway for a moment. Just a little kiss, that’s all it had been. Yet, even though it was far from heated, Louis couldn’t deny he had felt something tug within him.

Sitting in the car now, Harry’s hand still on his, Louis felt that same feeling again and recognized it almost instantly. It was want. Desire.

“No,” Louis said aloud, his hand flinching away from Harry’s automatically and he curled his hands together in his lap. He hadn’t meant to say anything, but he knew that it was wrong to want Harry in a way that was much more than platonic.