fuckboy love [larry]

[eleven]

louis: heyy

harry: hi louis

louis: do u finger urself?

harry: and here i thought you had gotten better

harry: i was blinded and have now seen my mistake

louis: thats nice but u didnt answer

harry: NEVER

god, i'm so childish, harry thought after sending his text. it was saturday and he had nothing to do, even if it was very sunny outside. he layed around sprawled on hi bed on had some mini fashion shows in front of his mirror.

louis: its rly nice today

louis: want 2 hang out

harry: oh god the grammar but sure

louis: yay ill be picking u up in 5 mins

harry: wait!

but he never answered. harry was going to stress on his clothes, but always dressed real good so he didn't sweat it this time.

he heard a knock on the door and quickly rushed to open it. there was louis, all dressed up in sporty clothes.

"are we going to play basketball?" harry mocked referring to his clothing.

"nah babe, we're getting in my car."

they walked to his car, getting in their seats and louis drove off.

"you're wearing a sweater in this bloody heat?! hell, don't faint on me please." louis teased harry, poking his side.

harry swifted his hand away, grumbling about how his outfit was still better than the other boy's.

they arrived to their destination, a house.

"where are we?" harry asked, looking around confused.

"my house."

"louis, i am not giving you another blowjob." louis started laughing really hard.

"okay, you're putting words in my mouth now harry, it's almost as if you were expecting that to happen. but no, we'll just chill around."

he unlocked the doors and got out of the car, locking it. they walked side by side to the door and louis unlocked it, opening the door and letting harry inside first.

"you can keep your weird shoes on, i'm just grabbing some money and we're off."

"excuse you, they're called platform shoes. it's fashion, you should looki it up one of these days." he snickered.

louis had took some money and they got back in the car to stop at starbucks along the way. this is all too familiar, the curly haired boy thought.

harry ordered and iced latte on this hot summer day. he wouldn't dare complain in front of louis, because of the smaller boy's earlier comment on his sweater.

as he sippe on his drink, he looked out the window to see where they were heading. it seemed as though the further they drove, the last bits of civilization disappeared. houses and shops were now replaced by trees and just trees.

"where are you taking me?" he asked very much confused.

"to my secret spot."

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they had stopped by a small clearing that seemed bif enough to park a car. louis must come here often, harry wondered.

they walked through the woods until they stopped in a small spot cleared from tress that had obviously been already used. louis stopped and took something out of his pocket. cigarettes.

"louis, you smoke?" the fuckboy seemed a little nervous at the question, since harry's tone was a bit accusing,"no, no. i'm not mad at you louis, just surprised."

the blue eyed lad easened up, lighting the cancer stick."every once in a while, the craving becomes too much for me to handle. i usually come here with niall and zayn, but today, it's you." he said the last word with fondness and harry's heart started beating fast.

he nodded a bit and just stood there, not knowing what to do or talk about.

"harry, i'm going to ask you something personnal, and you have no obligation whatsoever to answer okay? if it makes you uncomfortable, say it please."

harry's heart swelled again, but he firmly nodded for the boy to continue.

"why did you start wearing girls clothes? not that i hate it, i really don't, i'm just curious..." louis was going to ramble on, but harry stopped him.

he told louis about how he always knew he was different than the other boys. instead of sports and video games, harry had always liked barbie dolls and making bead bracelets. how the taller boy always liked girls clothes, and when he finally had the courage to go try some on in a shop, he never stopped wearing them. he expressed all his feelings to louis, nit feeling judged at all. louis was very caught on the story, blue eyes concentrated on green ones, nodding a few times.

by the time harry was done, louis was beside him and the curly boy had his head on his shoulder. he wondered how they ended up like that, but let it slide and let them stay in a comfortable silence.

"can i kiss you harry?" the question came out of the blue and harry straightened up fast, eyes bulging out of shock.

louis was intently staring at him, eyes going to his lips from time to time. harry really wanted to say yes, but he was still confused about his feelings for the boy in front of him. it seemed best to kiss him, it would tell him what his real feelins are.

harry plunged their lips together, closing his eyes on the soft contact of louis' soft lips. it was a soft kiss and felt like their first and harry loved it. after a mere two seconds, they released from it and fluttered their eyes open.

they stared at each other for a bit, the world seeming to disappear around them. al harry could think of was louislouislouis.

it seemed as though louis wanted for something to happen, his stare pleading, with an ounce of lust that had harry shivering in his sweater, the good kind of shiver.

harry did want to kiss louis again, but something seemed to not let him do it.

the uncertainty of louis' feelings for him.

AN: hi my baby is gone. dedication to larry-loves-lashton because she always comments and is really nice and sweet, the cutest thing after larry and korean fashion.