isn't it funny how fast things change? ::: larry stylinson

Chapter 25

Harry had driven an extremely hungover Louis home, and Louis had slept through the entire thing, barely able to awaken when Harry had pulled up to Louis' house. And then Louis had complained about how he did not want to go back into his house.

So that's how he ended up laying down in Harry's bed, under ten blankets and trying desperately to sleep as Harry plays his hippie music. He is humming along to it quietly, dancing around his room as he straightens it up.

"Harry," Louis mumbles, pulling the covers off of his head to look at the dancing boy. Louis' nose scrunches up at Harry's horrible dance moves, but he is smiling at the same time. He watches the boy quietly, and everything seems pleasant. That is, until Harry trips over his own feet and makes eye contact with Louis. Louis giggles even though it makes his head pound. When Harry collects himself to get to his feet, his cheeks are flushed a dark red, though never again as dark as they had been when Louis had basically told Harry that he liked him.

Actually, that was exactly what he did.

But, Harry has put that aside because; Louis didn't mean it, Harry does not feel it back, and Louis forgot about it too, as made obvious when Harry had tried to hint at it and Louis had started insulting him.

"Shut up," Harry mumbles, moving over to the bed carefully, praying he won't fall over again.

"You're a fucking fool."

Now, Harry could have replied with a cheesy romantic line, but.

"You're a clown."

"You're a donkey."

"You're sitting in my bed."

"Thanks for pointing that out, I hadn't realized," Louis replied sarcastically, "And I'm not sitting, I'm lying."

"Dumbass fool," Harry mutters, "How's your headache?"

"I hate this," Louis whines, "Its terrible, I feel like some hammer is pounding on my fucking brain."

"This is entertaining, tell me more," Harry smiles, jumping onto the bed on Louis' opposite side, laying on his side and resting his chin upon his palm.

"I'm also so fucking cold, so I think I'm actually sick," Louis groans, "And your expensive bed is too fucking comfortable."

"Mhm, bet it would feel good to be fucked on," Harry mutters, disappearing under the blankets seconds after. Louis is too tired to completely process what Harry had just said. Harry's head is soon popping out of the blankets, this time to press a kiss to Louis' cheek. Louis pulls the blankets off of himself so he can look at Harry and just admire him fully. And then, Louis feels Harry's head on his chest, and his whole insides are twisting around again.

It surely does not help that Harry has placed his large hand under Louis' shirt, holding it over Louis' tummy. Louis subconsciously sucks it in, pouting his lips.

"Don't do that," He hears Harry mutter, he feels Harry shift slightly, sliding his shirt up his body. Louis' breath catches, he lifts up his arms so that Harry can slide his shirt all the way off. And then Harry is pressing sweet kisses all over Louis' stomach, admiring Louis' growing abs in awe.

"You're so beautiful," Harry mutters under his breath, "You don't let yourself think otherwise, yeah?" Louis swallows, nodding his head quickly.

"Harry," Louis says quietly, as if asking for him.

"Louis."

"Harry."

"Louis," Harry repeats, leaning up to press a kiss to Louis' lips.