Larry smut

When I hear your cries, praying for life. (I will be there)

⚠️by 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 on ao3

⚠️summary:
Well, I figured we needed Larry birthday sex, soooo..... ;))))

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Harry loves his Louis, generally. He really does.

He loves the way the corners of Louis’ eyes crinkle up when he smiles. He loves the way his clothes look huge on Louis. He loves his sense of humor and his hyper nature. And at any other time, he’d find his smart mouth endearing.

At any other time, that is.

Right now, he finds it downright annoying. The tiredness from yesterday’s music video shoot still aches in his bones, and he’s flopped down on one of the huge couches in Niall’s apartment. When he’s tired he goes all soft and pliant and even slower than usual, and everyone knows to give him his space.

Louis’ different, though. When Louis gets tired, he’ll get irritable and cranky, snapping at the smallest detail. It grates on even Harry’s nerves, after a while.

Niall’s the only one who seems to have any energy today. Harry vaguely thinks that all their energy forces have been drained and combined into Niall, because the boy is literally bouncing off the walls in indignation. Harry can make out something about, “F’ckin’ snow n’ I can’t go home to me mum for Christm’s.”

And honestly, Harry’s going to slap him.

Except that he’s too nice to do anything of the sort, but that doesn’t prevent him from thinking it.

Louis, of course, is a different story.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Niall, shut up!” he snapped. He’d been fractious and crochety all evening, but this apparently was the breaking point for him, because he didn't stop there.

“You’re not the only fuckin’ person that’s been snowed in, f’r God’s sake! D’you see us sitting here and list’nin’ t’your bullshit? Ugh!” he threw his hands up in frustration.

“Lou, enough.” Harry said lowly, giving his arm a warning squeeze.

Everyone was suddenly very alert as the tension in the room ratcheted up several notches.

Louis ignored him and went on.

“Honestly, ‘s getting on my nerves now. If y’could do us all a favor ‘n-”

“ Louis. ”

Harry used his ‘dangerous’ voice now, the one which meant Louis had to listen or there would be consequences.

“We’re leaving.” Harry said, grabbing Louis’ arm and forcing his tired muscles to hoist them both up. “Sorry, guys,”