Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Something Real

Author : cest_what

Summary: A Sixth Form AU. Harry and Louis have always done things like this, always messed around. Louis doesn't know why it's not funny this time.

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Louis vaulted over the back of the sofa and threw himself across Harry's lap.

His feet landed on Jesy's knees and she yelped, jerking her drink and spilling it over Niall, who it turned out was sitting on the carpet at their feet, leaning against the sofa. He twisted around, pulling his wet shirt away from his neck, and laughed when he saw Louis.

"Shit, sorry, sorry," Jesy said, her eyes big and contrite on Niall. Then, re-evaluating, "Wait, no, that was completely not my fault. Tomlinson, you're a menace." She gulped the rest of her drink, one hand held up to ward off any more flailing limbs.

Niall laughed again. "You're a menace, Tommo," he crowed.

"Shhh!" Louis pushed his hand against Niall's mouth, then dropped it so he could crane up to see over the top of the sofa. Harry's arms came around his waist to hold him steady. Louis pressed his chin against the top of the sofa cushion, his eyes narrowed as he scoped out the room.

It looked like Zayn had been distracted mid-pursuit by a wild Edwards. Perrie was leaning in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, gesturing with a half-eaten cupcake while she talked to a couple of girls Louis thought might be on the netball team. Zayn had been drawn into her orbit, and now he was hovering, a kind of soulfully vague expression on his face while he worked out how to talk to her. He'd probably fail again. Zayn's principal move was standing about looking intent and beautiful; he was rubbish at knowing what to do when that didn't work. Louis would go over and break the ice like the amazing friend he was, only he was hiding from Zayn.

"What did you do to him?" Harry asked, the beginnings of a laugh roughening his voice. He was still holding Louis around the waist; Louis could feel Harry's fingers just brushing skin as he pushed the material of Louis's shirt back and forth between his fingertips. Louis turned and grinned down at him.

"I might've dropped his phone in the sink? Maybe threw more than dropped." Louis twitched his nose, projecting mystified innocence. "It's probably fine, only he was being a tad unreasonable."

Louis was aware of Niall laughing and clapping, but he was watching the slower curve of Harry's grin, Harry's eyes sparkling as he shook his head at Louis.

"I don't know why anyone puts up with you," Leigh-Anne said from behind them.

Louis finally broke Harry's gaze and turned his head, tilting a crooked grin up at her. "I think it's because I'm so good at whistling."

She laughed and leaned over Jesy, lowering a plastic cup in front of Jesy's face. "I got you a new drink, since this one spilt yours all over," she said.

Jesy twisted around, delighted."You're amazing, I love you," she said, and she was clearly beginning to be at that stage of drunk where she got extra emotional, because she leaned up to kiss Leigh-Anne's cheek and when she dropped back down she was tearing up. Leigh-Anne tucked herself onto the arm of the sofa with her feet under Jesy's leg, and they started playing some kind of drinking game that mostly involved laughing breathlessly and tilting their cups around each other like they wanted to spill them all over again.

Louis was feeling a bit woeful about the fact that he'd abandoned his own drink in the bathroom.

He dropped his head back against Harry's shoulder. "I don't have a drink," he said.

He felt Harry smile against his cheek, and then Harry bit down on Louis's jaw a bit. Louis batted at him without moving.

"You can have some of mine if you want," Harry said.