Larry Stylinson (Jealousy)

Chapter 10

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Good luck. Thanks to my friend for helping me come up with idea. It's so unbelievably unrealistic so yeah...enjoy;)

The bits in italics are from this video I found - Harry + Louis || And I still love him.

Also, warning - SMUT

Louis' POV

I woke up to a face full of curls. Luscious long curls. Harry's curls.

I came into his room last night as I couldn't sleep. I don't have a clue why though. I never used to have trouble sleeping, but as soon as I crawled into bed with Harry, I slept like a baby.

I couldn't help but run my fingers over his cheekbones. I'd hardly even realised what I was doing until he started to stir. I quickly moved my hands away and started to get out of bed.

"Louis." Harry mumbled. I looked over to see him staring at me sleepily. He looked so god damn hot right now. What was I saying? I'm straight!

I shook my head mentally and gave Harry a small smile.

"Morning." I said uncharacteristically soft.

"Want me to make breakfast?" He asked while getting out of bed. I shrugged, obviously wanting him to but not wanting to sound rude.

"If you want. I'm not really that fussed." I said nonchalantly. He just grinned at this and shook his head.

"I'll go make us something to eat." His grin stayed on his face as he pulled the covers off.

Holy shit.

He was just in his boxers and my god did I want to jump him right now.

That's not really how straight guys think is it? I might need to have a discussion with myself later and figure out why I'm having all these thoughts. I couldn't actually be gay, could I?

Harry stretched and I let my eyes wander over his body. It was literally perfect. I returned my gaze to his and I was greeted by him smirking with mischief written all over his face. He slowly started to walk towards me and I swallowed, trying to think straight.

He pressed his chest against mine and brought his lips near my ear. His hot breath across my neck sent shivers all over my body.

"You alright there Lou?" He mumbled, his voice low and husky. I nodded quickly, not trusting my voice.

His arms slid up to my waist and around my back, resting on my lower back. He brought his head back up so he was looking at my eyes.

I decided to just let myself go. What harm could it do? It's not like anything major is going to change. Harry was obviously not expecting it. I leaned up to him and pressed my lips harshly on his. I knew where I was heading with this, and by the way he kissed me back, he knew too.

Harry moaned into my mouth and I smirked, knowing I had an effect on him. It took me about 5 seconds to realise that yeah, maybe I was gay. I think it was how I felt when Harry got out of bed that helped me make up my mind. Or maybe it was how when I thought about about a girl it didn't do anything to me.

Or you know, it might be the fact that I'm kissing a guy at the moment.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt and he willingly took it off, mine following shortly afterwards. Harry pushed me on the bed and climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. He left his hands on my shoulders and looked at me, lust obvious in his eyes.

I ran my fingers down his chest, tracing over his tattoos. The feeling of his skin felt so familiar, like we'd done this before. I mentally shook my head, growing impatient as I returned my gaze to Harry who looked ready.