girl almighty • larry stylinson

seven

don't know why but it felt awkward writing this. sorry for the long wait :))

"Need you—" Louis' the first one out of the elevator, pulling Harry along with him as he finds their hotel room. 

"Here they go again." Niall sighs from behind him, tending to his own hotel room.

Louis flips him off before dragging Harry inside and slamming the door shut. He forces Harry against the door and easily takes off the lad's shirt, leaving him shirtless, "Lou, I—"

"Come on." Louis attaches his lips to Harry's neck and sucking and just licking. Harry hisses a breath, already panting heavily and semi-hard from all this but he wills his hands to get off Louis' arse and place them on his shoulders before flipping their positions on the door so Louis' the one who's trapped. As Louis tries to chase Harry's lips, Harry stays away at arm's length, hands pinning Louis' shoulders. 

"What?" Louis' eyes are hungry and blazing, raking over Harry's torso and locking with Harry's bulge straining over his jeans.

Harry holds his breath and tilts Louis' chin to make him look at the curly lad, "Lou, we're not doing this."

"What ..." Louis sighes heavily, obviously trying to calm down his breathing, "Why? You're clearly into it."

"I am — I just ..." Harry removes his hands from Louis and bends down to pick up his shirt before tugging it on, "You're not exactly at a fine rate for this thing yet."

"What do you mean?" Louis' clearly annoyed. Why is Harry rejecting him now that he needs this?

Harry shrugs, "You've been crying." The news is everywhere, and it's not a doubt that Harry knows this.

"Just forget about it." Louis leans against the door and runs his hands over his face a few times, "Why is it such a big deal?"

"It is a big deal, that's your girlfriend, Lou." Harry frowns, "And.. I know that we've been doing shit behind her back but you should fix your shit up with her if you really want her back."

Louis wants to end the conversation, really, but he groans and shoulders past Harry, "She's the one who broke up with me Harold! She doesn't want me! Why waste my time trying to get her back?"

"Because you love her." Harry points out, "And it's cheesy but you're the one who's shouting it to the world. You love her, and you're making a pretty bad decision by trying to knock me up again just to forget about it."

"Why are you suddenly into this again?" Louis turns around and crosses his arms, "You're job here is to be a fuckbuddy, not my counselor, so gladly stay the fuck out of my feelings and stop trying to convince me otherwise?" but he turs weak, "Why do you even care?"

"Because maybe it kills me when I know that you've been locking yourself up and crying your heart out?" Harry answers, despite what Louis just shot back at him, "We're both tired, Louis. We've got a show tomorrow and we don't need this."

They stare at each other, just breathing and thinking.

Harry sighs, "Come on, let's sleep."

Louis purses his lips, "Here?"

"Well, we only reserved four hotel rooms for the five of us." Harry raises a knowing eyebrow, "And you requested it."

Louis nods, before he's slipping into the left side of Harry's bed. He's too lazy to change out of his sweatpants, but he makes an effort to kick his shoes off his feet. He snuggles with the duvet as Harry sighs behind him and gets into the shower, returning shortly in only his boxers and a tank top. 

He lies down beside Louis and turns off the lamp. They face away from each other, awkward hanging in the air. Louis speaks, "You're not mad at me?"

Harry answers, "How could I be?"