toxic [larry stylinson] ✔️

♡ ten - l ♡

Louis' fingers curled around Harry's cock firmly but gently, his thumb pressing against the slit to spread around the pre cum that leaked before. Harry let out a low moan, arching his back desperately off the door, causing Louis to slam his hips back against it.

"Don't forget who's in charge here," he growled, his strokes languid and painfully slow. Harry whimpered at the pain he felt in his hips, which was soon overtaken by pleasure when Louis' mouth stretched around his cock, which to Louis was surprisingly thick. Not that he expected Harry to be small.

"Louis...Louis..." Harry found himself chanting, feeling dizzy as Louis took him inch by inch without any problem. Louis kept his eyes on Harry until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat, eyes watering and threatening to spill down his cheeks because of how full he felt. "Louis, god."

This, in some weird way, encouraged Louis to continue. He began to pump the rest of his cock he couldn't fit in his mouth, bobbing his head until the corners of his mouth was dripping with spit and Harry. Suddenly, Louis felt fingers tangle and pull his caramel hair to push him farther, making him groan at the feeling of pain. Pain. Pain. More.

Not so long after, Louis removed his mouth from Harry's cock and started to stroke it rapidly, watching Harry's face as he inched himself nearer to an orgasm. His curls were pressed against his forehead, which was damp with sweat, and his pupils were blown wide with concentration. Louis opened his mouth, letting spurts of Harry's cum splatter across his tongue and face just like paint- and god was he drunk, because that was not something he should be comparing this to.

"We should do this again sometime," Louis said jokingly, licking his lips and standing up carefully. Harry's cheeks turned a delicious red and he gave Louis a loopsided smile, placing his hands on Louis' hips to pull him closer.

"How about everyday because that felt great," Harry slurred, his hand moving down so that he was gripping Louis' ass, massaging it in his hand. "Your butt feels nice."

Louis resisted the urge to giggle, amazed by how carefree Harry was whenever he was high. Harry. Harry was beautiful. His zone out made him disregard the fact that Harry was calling his name continuously with his hands cupping Louis' face, glancing at his lips urgently. He finally came to when he felt Harry's soft plump lips brush against his own, kissing him with so much passion he didn't think he had.

"Harry, relax." Louis whispered into the kiss, his hands roaming up his white shirt. "You're going to make my lips numb from the amount of times you kissed me."

"I can't help it. You make me want you so so much." Harry panted. "You're changing me, I never thought I'd do this stuff."

Louis pulled away from the kiss, his teeth tugging on Harry's bottom lip before releasing it. "You mean like hang out with someone as cool as I?"

"I thought it was me not I?"

"Sorry, Danielle." said Louis playfully, smiling when Harry dug his face into his neck and bit down gently. "Harry, I still have your cum on my face."

"It reminds me of Christmas."

"My birthday is before Christmas, the Eve."

"God's birthday is on Christmas." Harry inquired. "Yours is before. Must be why you're so evil, Loucifer."

Louis slapped his arm. "I am not evil. I just know what it feels like to be alive."

"I know what it feels like to be barely breathing, who's the real winner?"

. . .

Louis stroked Harry's curly mane, his movements laced with gentleness and care that wasn't yet visible to him as a person. Harry fell asleep with his head on Louis' lap as soon as they got into the car, not really minding that he was bound to drool. Louis used his other hand to trace patterns on Harry's bare and pale arm, making different varieties of shapes and words. Mainly words.

Reckless. Loving. Harry. Louis. I like you. I want you. I need you. Sorry.

Danielle was also asleep in the passenger seat, so Liam would occasionally glance up and look in the mirror to see Louis studying Harry with all he had. Liam bit the inside of his cheek and breathed, tapping his fingers against the wheel.

"Louis," Liam began. "Please take care of him."

"What?" Louis asked, frightened. His hands stopped roaming across Harry's skin and hair, stopping in almost mid-air.

"He's growing attached to you. Personally, I don't believe that you're a good influence on him, but- I've never seen him this close with someone except for me. I just want you to understand that Harry is fragile and can...break as quick as he can heal." Liam explained.

"I see." Louis responded quietly, looking at the young boy in front of him.

"He'll want to do what you do, to keep up. He doesn't like being neglected or left behind, so if he feels that way he'll go too far."

Louis feels guilt begin to seep inside of his skin as he remembered the pill he gave Harry before they went inside the house.

"He trusts you, Louis." Liam said.

That's exactly what I'm afraid of, he thought.

. . .

When Louis got home he was greeted by his father smoking a cigarette while standing in front of the door. Liam had already brought Harry inside of his home and drove away to drop Danielle off, so he was alone.

"You're late." said his father, squinting at Louis from the top step. "It's 2AM, where the hell have you been?"

"That doesn't concern you, so can you move out of the way so I can get by? Thanks." Louis said angrily, making his way up the stairs to push past his father. A stinging sensation went through Louis' arm, and he found himself whimpering and staggering backwards when he realized that it was his father's cigarette. "What the fuck!"

"I will not hesitate to do it again," he threatened, grabbing Louis by the collar and sniffing him, his face etched with disgust. "You smell like sex and drugs. Where were you?"

"At a party."

"With whom?" his words drawled out like a marker seeping through a piece of paper.

"Some people from school, not that it's important." Louis muttered, his hand covering the black circle that engraved in his arm. His father stared at him for a second more before stepping out of the way and holding the door open, pinching Louis' bum when he walked in.

Louis wanted nothing more than to end his father's pathetic life, along with his own.

NOTE: hii guys, so if you haven't heard the news- zayn claims that he wants to go solo?? and im just really sad because wow idk i didn't expect that. i love you all though and i hope this chapter made you feel better for at a least a little bit.