Virgin. // Larry Stylinson.

8.

Just a reminder:

Harry thinks Louis is William so Harry's POV will say William!!

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Louis wasn't sure how the night was going to end but so far he was really enjoying himself. Zayn and Liam had agreed to call him William for a while but they told him repeatedly they weren't going to keep it up for long. But Louis didn't care.

At least for now, Harry wasn't aware of anything else going on and was actually enjoying himself. Louis wanted to keep Harry happy for as long as possible because he knew when he told the truth, Harry wouldn't want anything to do with him or the alter ego he created for himself.

"Niall, do you have embarrassing stories about Harry?" Zayn asked.

"Zayn, don't start shit." Louis warned.

Niall laughed, "I have plenty of them."

Louis watched the blush appear on Harry's skin and he wanted to take a picture of it. Harry was so beautiful and Louis fucking hated himself for not being able to be honest with him.

"Shut up, Niall. Before I tell them crap about you." Harry threatened.

Ophelia laughed, "I could add on with those stories."

"Hey, this isn't about me." Niall told them, "This is about Harry and Harry only."

"I could tell stories about William." Liam grinned, "I have plenty of those as well."

Louis glared at him, "You'll keep your mouth shut."

Harry giggled, "I see you have your own Niall, William. He's the worst sometimes."

"Zayn is the worst." Louis told him, "He can't keep his mouth shut."

"I'm sitting right here."

"I know so listen."

Zayn flipped him off.

It took an hour for Harry to end up alone with William as the others walked outside so Zayn could smoke. Niall hated smoke so when Niall offered to go out and keep him company as well, Harry knew exactly what he was doing. Especially when he grabbed Ophelia and tugged her behind him.

William looked incredible. He was wearing a short sleeve maroon shirt with a low neckline, giving Harry an eye full of the tattoo he had up on his collarbone. It was the tattoos on his incredible arms that were doing it for Harry not to mention Williams's arms that he suddenly wanted pinning him to a bed.

Stop that right fucking now, Harry thought, wait until you get home you pervert.

"So, Harry, now that we are alone lets get to know each other better."

Harry shook himself out of his thoughts and stared at William's face, "What would you like to know?"

Louis smiled at him, "Everything and anything you're willing to share."

The two were sitting on the couch with their legs curled underneath them, one arm on the back of the couch as they faced each other.

"I'm not very interesting." Harry told him, "I'm an introvert a lot of the time."

"Nothing wrong with that. Sometimes the body just prefers staying home where they feel safe."

"That's me. I feel more comfortable when I'm home and able to be whoever I want to be."

"You can always be yourself with me." Louis said, smiling.

Harry blushed, "Thanks, William. I take it that we're going to hang out again?"