The Balloon Man (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 16

"Louis?!"

The blue eyed man shut his razor off, his head immediately perking up at Harry's voice. But he couldn't even ask what was wrong before he saw his boyfriend crash into the bathroom half dressed and looking at him wide eyed.

"Oh thank God," Harry breathed out, "you didn't shave yet."

"What?" Louis looked at him completely confused, "why are you freaking out?"

"I-..." Harry cut himself off, his cheeks too quickly going pink, "I just love your beard."

Louis raised an eyebrow at him, "you only like it for when I go down on you," he scoffed, calling him out.

Harry opened and closed his mouth, trying to find anything to say, "plus you look amazing with it, can't forget that."

Louis rolled his eyes as he laughed to himself and glanced back at the mirror. He usually keeps his beard until Thanksgiving, attempting on the holiday to pick himself up a little bit. Louis felt like it's been due and with the holiday today, he thought he would try to spruce himself up again. But apparently that was the last thing Harry wanted.

"You don't think it makes me looks like, sad or whatever?" he asked, his beard only growing out over the past couple of months because he hasn't had enough energy to put into the task.

"Definitely not sad," Harry shook his head, "I'll clean it up a little bit for you, but please don't shave."

Louis had to keep himself together as he heard the younger man close to begging, "you don't have to do it for me H."

"No, no, I want to," Harry said, already reaching for the clippers, "I'm afraid if I let you do it you'll go too short."

Louis couldn't stop his fond smile, a bit too easily stepping closer to Harry and letting him go to work.

His boyfriend wasn't even using his razor, but just finely going over his beard with the tiny scissors. And that gave him a clue as to how much Harry really liked his beard on the longer side. He snipped away at a few rogue hairs and trimmed a few that were just a touch too long. But it was only within a minute or two the green eyed man was looking him over and grinning widely to himself as he leaned down to press their lips together heavily.

"Amazing," Harry mumbled against him.

Louis knew his cheeks were heating up, but that didn't stop him from letting his boyfriend tug him into his chest and squeeze his butt, "careful you," he smirked against him, "you're asking for trouble."

Harry pulled away, not so subtly groaning as he looked down at his watch, "fuck," he muttered, "we have to get Arabella up and I need to get ready and-"

Louis didn't want to hear another word though, instead shutting Harry up the best way he knew how and tugged the taller man down until their lips met harshly.

It was almost immediate the younger man's arms were around his neck and fingers brushing through the back of his hair. And it got Louis' eyes to crinkle, breathing against him as their lips pressed together over and over. When he took a step closer to him to meet his hips though he felt Harry shaking his head.

"Lou we don't have time," he said through a shaky breath, only to feel the shorter man's lips on his neck, "we can't be late and-"

"I'm Louis Tomlinson, I can be as late as I want," Louis mumbled against him, "let her sleep in for 10 extra minutes."

Harry went still against him, biting back a noise that threatened to escape as he felt the blue eyed man's hard through his towel, "10 minutes?"

"10 minutes," Louis smirked at him, tightening his grip on him and seeing his mouth open.