toxic [larry stylinson] ✔️

♡ nine - h ♡

   Harry's eyes involuntarily raked across Louis' body, admiring how aristocratic and virile he managed to dress. The jeans he wore fit snugly around his legs, and he walked with authority as he made his way over to Liam's BMW. Harry smiled and rolled down the window in the back seat quickly, waving at Louis with excitement. He would've been sitting in the front seat as usual, but Liam brought along his friend Danielle (who was really beautiful).

   "Styles," Louis greeted, opening the car door and sliding in next to the curly haired boy. "Hey Liam."

   Liam turned around in the driver's seat and gave an enthusiastic 'hello' to Louis, causing Danielle to swat his arm because he wasn't paying attention to the road. Danielle turned around afterwards, and Harry nearly growled as she reached her hand out to shake Louis'.

   "Hi, I'm Danielle! You can call me Dani though, and you must be the guy Harry has a crush on. He's been talking about you ever since Liam picked me up from my house, so let me tell you-" Harry cut her off by clearing his throat, and she pretended to zip her lips before turning back around. "Sorry!"

   "She's uh- lying. I was not-I didn't-"

   Louis laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling cutely. "Sure you didn't."

   Liam looked at them both in the mirror, in awe of how fond the two were of each other. Harry caught Liam's eye and gave him an uneasy look, gesturing his head towards Louis, who was staring out the opposite window.
 
   "So Louis," Liam said, breaking the silence. "You ever went to a party before?"

   Louis smirked. "I've went to plenty. Who's party is this?"

   "Some guys named Trevor and Ed, they're like twin brothers or something. Gingers." Danielle jumped in.

   "I know Trevor," Louis said.

   Harry scrunched up his nose. "Wasn't that the guy you were talking to in the hallway?"

   "Must be."

   Liam gasped. "You talked to Trevor? He's the most popular senior in that whole Catholic School! Well, I see why you guys talked though you're not that different."

   "What does that mean?" Louis asked, crossing his arms.

   "It means you guys both have tattoos and scare people. Plus he's in the closet and you're not."

   "How do you know I'm gay?"

   Liam tapped his head, as if gesturing towards his brain. "You're not obviously fruity like Harry, but you don't pay attention to any of the girls that swoon over you in school."

   "Fruity?" asked Danielle and Louis at the same time.

   Harry groaned and hid his head in his hands. "Don't even ask about it."

   "Hm, it's nice to know that I'm not being judged in this car." Louis states, carefully placing his hand on Harry's knee. "Dani, aren't you scared I might convert your boyfriend?"

   Danielle giggled. "You say convert as if being gay is a religion, and me and Liam aren't even dating."

   "Liam and I." Liam corrected, causing Danielle to swat his arm yet again. "Ow!"

   "Seems like it," Louis muttered playfully to Harry, but Harry was too busy freaking out about the fact that Louis Tomlinson's hand was on his knee. Louis moved his hand upward so that he was squeezing Harry's thigh, continuing his conversation with the others in the front.

   The feeling made Harry wiggle in his seat, and he started to feel his underwear get unnecessarily tight underneath his jeans. God, not this again. He thought, holding in the whimper that threatened to roll off of his tongue.

   "Hey Liam, how long will it take to get there?" he stuttered out. Louis looked at him and then his eyes traveled downward, allowing his hand to do the same.

   "About five more minutes, why?"

   Louis used his right hand to unbutton Harry's jeans, giggling when Harry tried to push his hand away, knowing that those attempts were going to soon fail.

   "I was just wondering." Harry mumbled, his voice raising another octave when Louis' hand wrapped around his peen. Yes, he calls it a peen in serious situations. It took two more minutes for them to get to the party, which meant two minutes of Louis' consistent teasing while acting like he did nothing wrong.

   "That was quite the car ride, wouldn't you agree?" asked Louis with a devious smile. Harry scowled in reply, knowing that if he kept on blushing like this practically all of his blood would be in his face.

  

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   Harry had his back pressed up against the bedroom door and his lips pressed against Louis' soft lips with no regrets whatsoever. He had just taken Ecstasy, a drug that Louis described as exhilarating and risky, but totally not harmless. Afterwards, the pill felt dry in his throat so he washed it down with alcohol without much thought, but he figured that Louis did the same because of how sloppy his movements were.

   "Fuck, Harry you're so hot." Louis groaned, letting his fingers tangle in Harry's mess of curls. Harry knew that the feeling felt harsh and rough, but he learned to love it even as Louis began to tug on it to pull his head upward so that his neck was exposed.

   Harry's vision began to blur as his body overcame with bliss, drinking in the feeling of Louis' lips dancing across his skin. Louis let his teeth sink down into Harry's pale skin, sucking on it lightly when he saw the purple bruise beginning to form.

   "Louis, Louis touch me." Harry breathed, unable to keep his eyes completely open to see what was going on. He felt Louis' hands pull at the neck of the shirt, ripping it open to the point that it almost looked like a vest. Harry tugged it off and broke away from the kiss, immediately being pulled back in like a fish on a hook. And boy was he hooked.

   Louis got on his knees slowly, his eyes never leaving Harry's as he removed his jeans. "Have you ever gotten a blowjob before, darling?"

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NOTE: aw sorry to cut so short but this is chapter nine yayayay i love you all thank you for being amazing readers keep voting and commenting etc I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU