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

Chapter 33

"Lou?" Harry asks.

"What?" Louis asks. He is laying on his stomach, his homework in front of him. Harry is laying by him, on his side so that he is facing Louis, his fingers tangling in the hem of Louis' shirt.

"Smile for me?"

"No," Louis smiles, "Why."

"I wanna see your smile," Harry smiles. Louis only rolls his eyes, flipping the page of his notebook so he has enough room to solve the next problem.

"Lou," Harry sings.

"No," Louis smirks, scribbling down the complicated equation onto his paper.

"Flower?" He drawls.

"Not a flower," Louis blushes.

"Please?"

"No."

"Please," Harry whines, "I'll give you a smile back?"

"With dimples?" Louis raises an eyebrow.

"Yes," Harry nods, smiling. Louis turns towards him, smirking at the fact that he has now already seen Harry smile.

"No," He replies, turning back down to his math problem.

"You're mean," Harry pouts, climbing over Louis, his weight feeling featherlight on top of Louis. His arms wrap around Louis' middle tightly, his legs a messy jumble of limbs behind him. He rests his chin on Louis' shoulder, staring down at the problem Louis has written down.

"I'm almost done, and then I'm going to football practice," Louis huffs, trying to move his neck away from Harry before he begins to kiss it.

"Can't you just skip?"

"No, I need to be there."

"Can I call you in sick?"

"I can do it myself, and no."

"Louis, I just want to fuck or cuddle or kiss or whatever."

"I have work after practice anyway," Louis continues, completely careless to Harry's words, "At the concession stand at the ice skating rink."

"Date?"

"What." Louis asks flatly, his heart dropping into his stomach, his eyes widening and his jaw practically falling off of his skull.

"Is it a good place for a date?" Harry asks.

"I wouldn't know, I've never been on one," Louis shrugs, his breath unsteady.

"Hm, how woke are you to change?"

"Depends."

"I suggest we change that then?" Harry smiles, kissing Louis' neck sweetly.

"I-"

"Hm?"

"I have to go to footie," Louis whispers, his toes curling in his big and fuzzy socks.

"Footie can wait," Harry murmurs, flipping Louis around while he is still under him. Louis looks up at Harry with wide eyes, his eyelashes hitting his skin. Harry smirks, his hands cupping Louis' face so he can look him right in the eye. Louis visibly swallows, his lips slightly parted. Harry takes the opportunity to lean down and to begin fiercely making out with the boy, his tongue exploring around Louis' mouth.

"You ready?"

"F-for what?" Louis asks.

"Never mind," Harry sighs, rolling off of Louis, but still facing him with large eyes.