Light My Fire [Larry Stylinson One-Shots and AUs]

This Goddamn Door

"This Goddamn Door"

Contents: plenty of swearing, smut, a bit of Narry, daddy shit

A/N-personally one of the favourites that I've written. Hope you like it too. About 8k words

Harry's POV

I wrapped a hand around myself, and began fucking my fist. The thick musky smell made me float. Eyes closing and images of Louis's pretty face swarmed behind my eyes.

The sound of the door handle moving made me yelp, rolling off of Louis's bed and scrambling over to mine.

"This goddamn lock," I could hear Louis's disgruntled voice on the other side. "Harry, stop your wank and open the fucking door," Louis shouted, "this lock is a bitch."

"Sorry, I'm coming," I shouted back, "I mean-I'll be there, sorry," I rephrased. I tugged on a pair of boxers and rushed the short distance to the door. I turned the handle and it swung open, revealing a very disheveled Louis.

"I-I thought you were going to your girlfriend's for the holiday," I said, slightly out of breath. "It's only the second day of break, wh-why are you back," I asked timidly.

I was Harry Styles, the shy kid, the one who always studied for longer than the rest of the students. Never went to parties, never had sex, I was average-looking. At least that's how I profiled myself.

I never asked personal questions, never got into drama.

"And here I thought you weren't the nosy type. Nice one, Harry."

And then there was my dorm-mate Louis Tomlinson. Rowdy, straight, party-going, girl-loving, talkative, loud, heterosexual, definitely never one hundred percent sober, sex-having Louis Tomlinson. Did I mention he was straight? Because it occurs to me quite often.

Not that there's anything wrong with being straight. It's just, I'm not, and I would much prefer Louis to have me than anyone else I've come across.

I'm bisexual, so by all means I find many people attractive. Men, women, nonbinary. Whatever.

But over everything, Louis is the most attractive man I've met.

But I knew I would never get anywhere with him. Since he's straight. And I'm just this shy kid who rarely even talks to anyone.

"Sorry, Louis."

Louis walks into the dorm and shuts and locks the door behind him. "You know, if these dorms weren't so fucking small I would let you finish, but unfortunately, they're small. Go take a cold shower, mate."

He dropped all of this bags on the floor, and walked over to his bed. "Why are my sheets all fucked up?"

I stuttered out an answer, "I-I had someone over and they sat on your bed."

"Right, go take a fucking shower already."

"I'm not hard," I mumble, my cheeks burning from embarrassment. "I don't give a flying fuck, pal. I want to be alone. Get dressed and go out, then. I don't fucking know, just, fuck off," Louis stormed over to me, staring down at me, jaw clenched. I slipped off the bed and quickly got dressed. "Sorry, sorry," I stumbled, nearly falling over. I slipped my shoes on and quickly left the dorm. I soon realized I left every but my wallet inside. My keys, my phone, both behind that door. I didn't want to risk pissing Louis off, so I just sighed, and made my way down the floors and out of the building.