They call us Larry Stylinson - short stories

peach

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (2130 words!) This one has slight bdsm in it. ;)

Wanna fuck?

Louis typed as he stepped out of work. He had the most awful day and he needs relief and who could do that better than Harry Styles? The dickhead Louis hated since the first moment. Harry spilled hot coffee on him on the first day of school, he didn't apologize rather he was mad! He was mad that his coffee got spilled on a "nerd". Then after a few days they both got in drama club... the teacher putting them together to write a whole ass performance together which they made an agreement for and it turned out flawless but the only trouble was Madam Maggie put them again and again and again together to write EVERYTHING together. Their relationship was a roller-coaster. From hating eachother they had civilized conversation and they still find a safe space in eachother which meant they were like eachothers therapist's but they still shouted roasts at eachother and refused to be seen together. Harry broke his arm once. And after a long day in school and writing a whole scene in two hours they jumped on eachother.

I expect you to be here in 20. :)

Harry texted back and Louis huffed.

I'll pick pizza up and be there in 30?

Ok, hurry

Louis quick glanced at Harry's last text then sat in his car, calling the pizza place so he can order and when he gets there the pizza will be done already.

**

"Styles?" Louis shouts, already searching for Harry as he stepped in the house, the door was open.

"I'm my room, peach!" He yelled out. "Do you think that would okay?" He asked, already showing a handwriting in Louis' face.

"Should be alright, needs some more work but its good."

"Oh thank God because my mind felt like it didn't work for days." He said, looking down at the words then looked up and pecked Louis.

"Mhm, you are amazing, we'll work on it and it will be perfect."

"Okay, yeah."

*

They ate the pizza while Louis was venting about his day in work then even washed the dishes, he was still talking, they sat down on Harry's bed and he was still talking, Harry layed his head on his shoulder and started playing with his tummy, he was still talking. Harry was loyally listening and humming, sometimes saying something when Louis asked him a question.

"Louis, I understand you're mad about work but I'm mad that you don't tell me what actually your problem." Harry said, getting between Louis' legs and unbuttoning his jeans.

"I can't tell you that." He said, throwing his head back with a huff and letting his fingers tangle into Harry's hair.

"What was that?" He asked, taking down Louis' pants.

"I can't tell you!"

"Why is that, peach?"

"Because it's not something you should know."

"I thought you tell me everything." Harry said, kissing his bulge through his boxers.

"I do." He sighed. "But that can stay as my little dirty secret . Don't worry about it."

The secret was that Louis is starting to feel more than some dump sexual attraction.

"Will you tell me ever?" He asked, now pulling down the boxer too.

"Perhaps, come back." He said, pulling back Harry and kissing him.

"You're so much into kissing these times." Harry smiled in the kiss, teeth clenching together.