Larry smut

Your Sex is on Fire

⚠️by 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙩 on ao3

⚠️summary:

It was their house, but something was missing. Louis was missing.

AKA Harry has a plan to surprise Louis when he gets home from a tournament.

⚠️words: 3666

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Listen, Harry liked to think he was a simple guy. He lived with his husband in their posh London flat, accompanied by Harry’s childhood cat Evie. Louis was often away for his job, travelling around the country for periods of time and kicking the asses of the other football teams. Despite his slighter frame, Louis was one of the best goaltenders in the country, being so popular that sometimes on their dates Louis would get stopped on the street to take pictures with fans.

Louis, for his part, took it all in stride. He loved his fans and absolutely doted on them, spending so long that sometimes Harry had to drag him away, apologizing because they had been out so long that it had started to get dark. Louis would rather give the young boys and girls who stopped him on the street his umbrella if it started raining and catch his death if it meant answering their questions.

It was just one of the many things that Harry loved about him. Along with his blue, blue eyes. And his laugh that sounded like a bell. And his thighs in his football shorts. And his… other parts. Harry sighed audibly to himself and considered the apartment ahead of him. 

Evie was curled up on their big, fabric sectional, on top of a hand crocheted blanket that Gemma had sent him for his past birthday. Harry’s laptop sat open on the coffee table, his gradebook next to it, along with his plan for next school year and a half-drank bottle of water. The TV was on, muted playing some Great British Bake Off episode that Harry had seen a million times.

It was their house, but something was missing. Louis was missing.

He hummed, sipping his red wine, leaning one hand down on the counter that separated the kitchen and the living space. There was a small breakfast bar and space for a table that was currently set up for pong. A folding table - painted with different logos via Zayn - was still set up from the night before. 

When Louis was away, Harry got lonely extra easily. Usually, Harry was cured through copious amounts of alcohol, marathons of baking shows, time with friends, and work. Harry positively loved his job. His little kindergarteners were practically the light of his life, he viewed them all like they were his own. Unfortunately it was summer break. 

Harry usually picked up an extra job at the bakery just under their flat during the summer, both for a little extra cash and for something to do. This year, he decided to take a few more days off during the week, picking up shifts only occasionally to help his older coworkers. 

The day before, he’d finished his last shift of the week, and had invited Zayn, Liam, and Niall over to celebrate. They’d promptly gotten trashed after Zayn and Liam had revealed their engagement, having a lot more to celebrate than simply the end of Harry’s work-week. 

Harry had kicked them all out in the morning despite their hangovers, having a plan. He’d spend the day preparing a surprise for Louis, who was due home any minute now. Harry’d gone through his very meticulous hair routine, even adding in something Gemma sent him (mostly as a gag gift to make fun of how long he was letting his hair get) called a hair mask.