MULTIFANDOM IMAGINES

Harry Styles x Louis Tomlinson (Larry Stylinson) ~ Closeted

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Includes: Slight smut, foul language, frat boy!Harry & Louis, and angst

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"Lou, I have to get ready," Harry complained as he wrestled with Louis to allow him to run free of his boyfriend and get dressed. He hated having to go out to dinner with Simon, but the other boys were more or less forcing him to go, so he was stuck with the fate of listening to a man who would drawl on for hours about his reputation.

The past months, it had gotten even worse once he and Louis started dating secretly behind everyone's back, even their fellow bandmates. So along with the usual baggage of pressure, he would have to wither in the corner with Louis on the opposite end of the table. He couldn't hold his hand for comfort or speak up against Simon because one slip up and the entire band would be a mess.

"Louis," Harry snapped, and Louis stopped playing around as he tried to capture Harry in a kiss. The boy huffed, rolling off his boyfriend, who stood up and walked to his suitcase sat in the corner of his hotel room. He picked out black skinny jeans, a loose white button-up, and a crisp black blazer which he thought looked nice enough. Although he knew either Liam or Zayn would tell him to change shirts at least two more times. Louis had already raced to get dressed in his own room before coming over here and bugging Harry.

As Harry was buttoning up his shirt, Louis spoke, "how much are you dreading it?"

"Whatever you're feeling, times ten," Harry replied shortly, and Louis turned on his stomach, digging his face into the collection of pillows. As he messed up far too much work on his hair, he sighed deeply. The faintest traces of Harry was on the comforter, but it was nothing compared to his clothes or bed back home.

"Maybe we should just tell them," Louis' muffled voice said as Harry turned around and saw him sprawled across the bed. He walked away from the suitcase and, as gently as possible, layed himself across Louis' back.

"You know why we can't. We've discussed this."

"Not even the boys?"

"They'd let it slip eventually."

Louis fidgeted under Harry until they were face to face. "Why can't we say fuck it and tell the world? Start making out during a show or something," Harry chuckled dryly, but Louis could hear the pain behind his voice.

"We can't," he whispered, and Louis couldn't help but run his hand through the long brunette locks in front of him. He began to grow choked up at the sight of Harry struggling to remain strong in circumstances that he was usually rather good at. "I wish we could believe me, but otherwise, all hell will break loose, and our entire careers would be put in jeopardy, and it's just —"

Louis cut him off by bringing him down and sinking their lips together. Harry grunted, which Louis found arousing as he tugged on the hair he had previously tangled his fingers in. The solemn thoughts they had been talking about before were thrown out the window as Harry ground his hips against Louis' jeans. The mood changed so drastically that it was hard for them to keep up.

"You're gonna give me a hard-on, Haz, stop it," Louis muttered against Harry's lips, who smirked. Trying to keep his pants under control, Louis pushed Harry to the side as he went on top, straddling his hips. As he brought Harry in for another long kiss, Harry couldn't help but laugh. "What?"

Harry tried to calm his giggling as Louis sat up. "I can't get the image of us doing this on stage out of my head now," Louis shook his head, shutting him up again as he clutched the headboard behind him. As they rolled around the bed, getting caught up in each other and how their bodies perfectly molded together, they didn't even acknowledge the knock on the door and call to Harry.