Larry fics

He that is not jealous, is not inlove.

‘You should just tell him Harry.’ Liam says with drunken concern as he watches Harry eye Louis from across the room.
Harry was tipsy enough to openly show jealousy, but certainly not enough to say anything to Louis about it. He always hated clubbing with the others. .Louis always got so wasted,and he would ALWAYS draw a lot of attention to himself grinding on body after body.
Harry’s eyes shot away from Louis and back to Liam, trying to act as though he wasn’t watching with anger at the way the man was moving his hands seductively down Louis’ body.
‘What’re you spouting on about? I don’t have anything I need to say to him!’ Harry says, obviously trying to defend himself as he downs his third shot.
‘Don’t play dumb. The others may not notice, but have you forgotten how many times you’ve showed up at my flat drunk and crying, mate?’ Liam questions, tilting his head.
Harry freezes for a moment, knowing he has woken up in Liam’s floor many times. Once even waking up in his coat closet. His eyes linger back to Louis.
‘Guess I can’t get out of this one, no?" Harry says with a sigh, watching Louis’ face and the way he swings his hips against the stranger behind him.
"Go dance with him. Three more shots says he’ll grab your ass." Liam says, shoving Harry onto his feet and pushing him forward.
After minimal arguing, Harry turns to search out Louis again, Only to find that he wasn’t there anymore. He wasn’t there seductively swinging his hips against this stranger, filling Harry’s heart with jealousy and rage. And now that he is no where in sight, it’s only filling Harry’s heart with worry instead. What if this man took Louis away? 
He turns again to shoot a worried look at Liam, but Liam was too occupied with Zayn at the moment, his arm thrown around him and closely whispering in his ear. You could tell it was sexual, with the way Zayn was moving his legs as Liam spoke into his ear. Harry, not giving a shit, runs back to Liam.
"WHERE DID HE GO? HE ISN’T THERE." Harry shouts in a panic. 
Liam, with his lazy aura, eyes through the crowd and spots an oddly familiar shirt peeking from behind someone.
‘Better hurry.’ Liam says, pointing to a dim corner somewhere located off the dance floor.
Harry turns around to look, and . . There it is. Feelings hit his gut like a freight train as he notices Louis pinned against a wall, snogging the same stranger. . The obviously experienced stranger. . A. fucking. stranger.
The feelings of jealousy turned into hurt. He wanted to lay on the ground and cry for hours. .He wanted to leave. . but he can’t. He can’t leave until the others are ready to go. Zayn is the only one who is sober, and from the looks of it, he certainly isn’t ready to leave.
Harry desperately wanted Louis’ attention, but he felt torn. He couldn’t just go over there and interrupt. Louis would be so mad at him. . He hates when Louis is mad. Better yet, when Harry is the reason. 
‘I want him to know how this feels. . ’ Harry thought to himself as he examined the crown of potential one night stands. His eyes finally stopping on a tall gentleman, with a loose T-shirt sticking to his sweaty back, and tight jeans looking as if they’re about to rip apart. He was fit. He really was, and if it wasn’t for Louis being so goddamn perfect, Harry would willingly call this guy up.
Shoving his way through sweaty and moaning bodies, he finally makes his way to his very own stranger.
‘Hi! I’m Harry!" Harry says through the music into his ear.
The man almost looking shocked at his words, only smiles and pulls Harry to dance in front of him as he placed his hands on Harry’s hips.
Immediately he can feel this guy’s cock on his ass as he grinds on him. It felt good, but. . he still can’t keep his eyes off of Louis in the corner. He looked so fucking dazed as this guy kisses on him. He can see Louis’ hands clenched around his shirt, and it was really just. . pissing Harry off. His anger clearly showed through his hips, grinding back on the man causing him to sexually moan out. Harry only ignored it, still not able to just focus on dancing.
After only a few moments, Harry still watching closely at Louis. . he sees the man move his hand down to unbutton Louis’ pants, but he seems to have slapped his hand away. Harry felt a moment of relief , thinking maybe Louis would shove the man away. . until he saw Louis cup his hands onto the guy’s ass, and whisper something to him. While he whispered though, Louis’ eyes shot up to Harry for a brief moment, and then went back to the man as he was pulled closer to him, and kissed more violently.
Harry’s mind was racing. What if Louis just offered a fuck? What if he was asking to bring him home? Not just Louis’ home though…it was their home. Or even worse, What if he was asking to go home with him? No, No. . he doesn’t know him, Harry can’t allow that. 
While he was lost in his mind, he looks up again and sees that the guy had disappeared and left Louis sitting there. . Harry eyes the room for a moment and finally spots him entering the bathroom. Pulling out of his dancing partner’s grip, he apologizes and makes his way towards the bathroom himself. 
He would rather Louis not find out about his little jealousy problem right this moment. He’d really rather Louis not know that he fucks himself moaning his name, that he is head over fucking hills in love with him. . So maybe if he politely asks this man to stop . . maybe he will?
Entering the bathroom, Harry eyes the room for a moment. The man was at the mirror fixing his hair, and adjusting his painfully obvious dick. It was just the two in the room, as Harry walked over and stood in front of the mirror next to him. The man made eye contact with Harry through the mirror, smirking slightly at him.
‘You’re the guy he came in with, aren’t you?" He says to Harry with extreme amounts of charisma.
‘Who?" Harry says, acting as though he has no idea what he is speaking of.
"Louis? Is that his name? I can’t remember, shit. Yeah, Louis." 
"Oh. . yeah. Why?" Harry asks again swallowing his rage at how the man could let Louis’ name slip his mind so easily..
"Is he always this needy to be fucked?" The man spouts out. Showing his true colors, assuming Harry would be perfectly okay with it.
"Excuse me?" Harry says, making direct eye contact with the man.
"I mean, He’s practically begging for it.. .like a poor little puppy." The man says with a sarcastic laugh. Completely unaware of Harry clenching his fists and biting the inside of his cheek.
"Well, I’ll be sure to have him home soon." He said, patting Harry on his shoulder as if they were friends and walking out.
"Begging. . like a puppy?" Harry thought to himself. Like a fucking puppy? He was left standing alone in the bathroom, but the silence was all too loud. Before he could fully process the plan, he was pacing his way out the door, finding this fucking stranger, and making his way to him.
"Hey!" Harry says as he walks up behind the man, still making his way through the crowd to get back to Louis. 
He turns around and shoots another charismatic smile at Harry.
"What exactly was the word you used to describe Louis?" Harry asks sternly, staring straight through this man’s obvious mask of charm.
The man laughed a bit, feeling awkward but attempting to answer Harry’s question. Before he could spit the words out of his mouth, Harry grabs him by his collar and pulls him violently towards himself. Harry eyes him down again, as the man smiles.
‘Fucking say it again." Harry said.
He laughed again. 
‘Begging to be fucked. . like. . a. . puppy." The man says with a cheerful and sarcastic tone. Basically rubbing it in Harry’s face. 
That was Harry’s invitation to beat the shit out of this guy. 
Harry tightens his grip on the man’s collar and throws him to the ground in full force. Everyone around them jumped in panic, but silently stood by trying to understand exactly what was happening.
His mind was hazy, no one and nothing else in the room mattered as long as he got to beat this guy’s face into the floor. And that is exactly what he did.
Harry sat on top of him, throwing his fists into his face until he felt his knuckles bust open and ache with pain. The man was throwing his arms up in defense but harry continued to punch through them, hitting him in any possible way. 
He punches him square in the mouth, causing blood to spit out onto Harry’s face.
‘Dont. EVER. fucking. touch. him. again!" Harry screamed in between punches,tears welling up behind his eyes.
He can hear familiar voices calling out for him. Telling him to stop… But no, The amount of blood on his fists wasn’t enough. After the way he spoke about Louis. . Harry doesn’t think any amount of blood would satisfy him.
Harry begins to fully cry out, as he continues to wail on the man.
‘It’s not enough. . ‘He mumbles, tears mixing with the blood on his face.
"Harry! Stop!" Liam calls out from behind and jerking him up full force.
Harry didn’t protest, Catching his balance on his feet and then proceeding to kick the man in any place he could.
Security had been trying to pull Harry away for quite some time, But he only resisted. He really couldn’t control himself. He wanted to make every kick count. Harry was only satisfied when he looked down on the man, groaning in pain and coughing up bits of blood and teeth. As Harry smiles to himself, The wind is knocked out of him when he hits the floor.
Harry was satisfied,even though the largest security guard had his arms pinned above his head and his victim was being carried off somewhere safe and away from the ‘mad man’.
He looks around the room to find dozens of staring eyes upon his face. Three of which are Liam, Zayn, and Niall. He looked frantically for Louis. . Finally spotting him with his head in his hands as he curled up against a wall.