girl almighty • larry stylinson

ten

"Happy birthday." Louis smiles as he noses up Harry's neck, his arms around him, "Technically, It's not your birthday, but whatever."

"Thanks." Harry rasps out, burying his face into Louis' hair. He had missed the lad so much. He had so much fun in his birthday party, of course, but it felt incomplete without Louis.

"So ... will you tell me about what happened?" Louis pulls away, but Harry pulls himself right back, his dimples popping as he smiles for no apparent reason.

Louis softly points out, "You're so cuddly today. 'S weird."

"We always cuddle." Harry tightens his arms around Louis, "I missed you."

"You said that earlier on our phone call." Louis looks up and pecks Harry's lips, "But I missed you, too."

They are lying in bed, just snuggling close into each other's warmth. They eventually shift on their back with Louis' leg between Harry's folded legs. The curly lad has grasped Louis' hand in the process and simply began to ogle at their fingers, lacing them occasionally before he's back to just observing them.

"What are you doing?" Louis asks.

"Just ..." Harry purses his lips, "Admiring."

"So you meant what you said in our movie." Louis smiles, subconsciously moving his fingers until they fill in the spaces between Harry's and put them on Harry's stomach.

"Of course I did." Harry brushes the tips of their noses together, closing his eyes as he relaxes, keeping their close proximity.

Louis knows he'll get cross-eyed looking at Harry, so he moves back just a little, but Harry scoots closer just so their noses are barely touching, his smile seeming to expand wider. Louis blushes at the move, so he scoots even closer and wraps an arm and a leg on Harry. The curly lad chuckles and wraps an arm around Louis' shoulders, his forearm extending until Louis' side. Even it's quite hard, Louis makes Harry's arm as his pillow.

"Haz?" Louis almost regrets it.

"Hm?"

"Why do you think many people think we're together?" Louis asks, suddenly shy and embarrassed.

"Because we are." Harry murmurs and Louis gulps, "Not in the way that they think, though. they think we're do everything together, they think that we do soft kisses and cuddle, they think that we like each other-"

"We do, don't we?"

"I wish it's like that, Lou." Harry breathes out, "We like each other as friends and when we're sucking each other's c*ck."

Louis purses his lips, his hand suddenly curling into a fist with the fabric of Harry's shirt tangled in his fingers, "How do you know, though?"

"Know what?"

"That I feel that way."

"Because that is what you feel. We were horny teenagers then, when you had Eleanor you realized she couldn't satisfy you down there, and now she's gone and you two are over, we're just back to being regular adults which has the tendency to be horny like a teenager."

"That's not true." Louis sits up, can't help the offense rising in his throat.

"Then what is?"

"That..." Louis' breath catches in his throat. He doesn't know how it turned out like this. They were literally snuggling and smiling at each other two minutes ago and he ruins it because of one question.

Harry smiles at Louis' pause, but Louis knows that smile. It's sad and upset and it hurts, "Let's not lie to ourselves, Louis. We're friends... with benefits, whatever you call it."

"Why are you so pessimistic about us?" Louis whines, can't help it and doesn't know why.

Harry's eyebrows furrow, and he sits up, too, and Louis suddenly feels small, "Pessimistic? Tell me, Lou, what's there to be optimistic about us? We fuck, we knock on each other's doors when one of us is hard and desperate. I am being pessimistic because I don't want to expect things because I know in the end I might get the opposite thing and feel disappointed. There's nothing positive about us; we don't make love, we don't tell each other our problems, we don't team up as a couple to solve them together, we don't ... we aren't a couple, Louis."

Louis stays quiet, and he swallows the lump in his throat. He doesn't know what he just did, because he's dying of embarrassment and he just wants to crawl under the covers and die. It's obvious that Harry isn't, at all, interested in him enough for them to click as a literal couple, who supports the other, who gets angry on the other because he's doing the wrong thing, and whatever the hell else Harry said.

"I was just ..." Louis stutters, "I-I was just asking."

Harry stares at him, expressionless, but he closes his eyes and sighs. When he opens them back up, Louis can see some emotion. Louis feels small, shrinks in to himself as he whispers, "I'm sorry."

Harry leans over and wraps his large hand on Louis' elbow, tugging the smaller man towards him, "C'mere."

Louis doesn't waste time, fuck he doesn't; he instantly scrambles back to Harry's arms with his eyes wide and scared. They return to their previous position, they pretend like nothing has happened.

oh.