toxic [larry stylinson] ✔️

♡ seven - h ♡

        "Fuck, Louis. Right there, right there." Harry moaned, gripping onto Louis' bare legs for dare life as he bounced on his cock. They have been in this postition for about half an hour now, and Harry was on the verge of releasing, tears brimmed at the edge of his eyes. "Faster!"

        Louis pounded relentlessly into his pale ass, his hands grabbing Harry's hips in order to push him down with every thrust. "Harry...Harry..."

        Harry snapped up in bed, trying to catch his breath due to the fact that he was breathing like a maniac. He had sweat rolling down his face, and it made the pillow he slept with was extra damp. He removed the covers off of his body, letting out a small whimper when he saw the obvious tent in his dreams. This has never happened before, along with the sex dream. He'd never thought that he would think of being with Louis like that, but then again Louis seemed to be the only thing on his mind ever since yesterday.

        He faintly remembers being underneath Louis and smoking a blunt (what Louis calls it), and he also remembers how Louis kicked him out because he didn't want anything to escalate. He didn't want to tell Louis that he was aware of what was going on, because then it would feel like saying it to God aloud. He did a sinful act of smoking that wretched thing, and he felt the urge to run to the Chapel now and beg for forgiveness. He looked down at his boxers again, wondering how he could possibly get rid of this problem. Should he ignore it? Should he poke at it?

        Harry huffed and got out of bed, running his hands through the unruly curls that lay ontop of his head. Despite the shower he had last night, he still could smell traces of weed on his body, making him wonder if his mother came into his room and smelled it. He walked downstairs, half expecting his mother to be down here scolding him for not being ready for school on time, but she wasn't. Did she even return home last night? Harry thought to himself.

.  .  .

        Harry saw Louis sitting all the way in the back in the period they had together, his eyes looking at everywhere but Harry. Harry blushed furiously, silently wishing that he had the boy's attention, and then mentally shouting at himself for even having those thoughts. Should he go over and talk to Louis about what happened? Should he tell Louis how much he loved being with him, despite the confused feelings that swirled through his mind? Harry sighed and took a seat in the front, sitting directly next to Liam, who was writing something in a notebook,.

        "Rough night?" Liam asked without looking up, his hands flying across the lined paper. Harry shrugged, placing a hand on his head and sighing. "Aw, tell Daddy what's wrong."

        "Liam, I think I like Louis." Harry whispered, shutting his eyes.

        Silence. "Like, like like Louis?"

        "I don't know, that's the problem. See I got high with him last night and-"

        "You got high with Louis Tomlinson, the pastor's son?" Liam asked, baffled. His mouth was gaping open, and Harry felt a tiny bit triumphant that he did something before Liam did, but also guilty because it was something that he neevr saw himself doing. "I'm sorry, keep going."

        "Anyways, he offered me a blunt and I took it. One thing led to another and frick Liam, I can't remember the rest but he asked me to leave. I then started thinking about how fun it was to be around Louis, and it feels like such a-"

        "High?" Liam snorted.

        "Why aren't you mad at me for liking a guy? Aren't I a sinner now, technically?" asked Harry, feeling his chest constrcit.

        "Not really. I mean, God loves all, right? Then let's not twist his words around." Liam responded, smiling brightly. "Plus, I always knew that you were on the fruity side."

        Harry gasped, hitting Liam's arm. "You liar!"

        "Harry, you're afraid of boobs...and all of the girls in this school."

        "I just find it uncomforting knowing that they are able to come in different sizes, like what if they're really big, do you just get a customary bra?" Harry explained, furrowing his eyebrows. Liam chuckled, and Harry found himself smiling. He was glad that he had a friend like Liam to make him feel better when he was down, without him he wasn't sure how'd he survive. "Give me advice, Li."        

        "Use condoms no matter what."

        "Not that advice!" Harry shouted, quieting down when he saw the teacher walk into the room. "Advice about Louis."

        "Try not to let God be what you choose over everyone, okay?" Liam hesitated, leaving Harry drowning in the ocean of confusion.

.  .  .

        "Louis," Harry breathed, running to catch up with the caramel haired boy as he walked down the hall. Louis tensed up, and Harry placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to form the right words for this moment. "I-I just-Hi."

        Louis blinked. "Hi."

        "I don't know how to word this-I'm not good with words, like I told you."

        "Harry, we shouldn't be talking right now."

        "But Louis, I want to tell you that-"

        "Let me go first." Louis said. "I'm sorry for getting you high, and I'm sorry for nearly taking advantage of you- I'm sorry, and I won't bother you or your God anymore, because frankly you don't deserve to deal with someone as fucked-up as me. Everyone is afraid of me, my father hates my guts, and my friend can't say your name right and so now he's dead to me. We're so different, and I dont' want you to-"

        "Louis, I loved every second of it." interjected Harry. "It was actually fun, and that's something I haven't had in a long time. I'm a teen, and I haven't found the full definition of living yet!"

        Louis cracked a smile, turning around to look Harry in the eye. "You're cute, you know that?" his smile faded, and so did Harry's. "You may think that all of this is so goofy and fun now, but the more you hang out with me, the more you realize how wrong it all is. How wrong it feels."

        Harry nodded. "I don't mind feeling wrong, as long as you're with me."

        "You'll figure out soon enough, Harry." Louis whispered. "You're going to wish you never met me."

NOTE: wipes sweat

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