Dangerous Love ~ Larry Stylinson BDSM AU

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I've been texting with Harry for about the past month, and it's been so nice. He makes me smile at my phone like a dumb teenager. I'll talk to him till about 3 in the morning, and I have to admit I love every second of it. He makes me get butterflies and shit, it's bad. Even though Harry's good, Liam is not. I haven't been able to talk to Niall because I feel so bad for not telling him, but I don't want Liam to hurt him. 

I'm super nervous because I'm going to see all of them in the same room tomorrow. I'm just having a small gathering with a couple close friends for my birthday, nothing too extravagant. I should probably be cleaning, but all I can do is lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. It's only 11, so I have time. 

ding

Harry: Hey! What time is your party?

Louis: It's not a party dum dum and its at 6

Harry: right sorry your 'get together' need me to bring anything?

Louis: nah ive got plenty of alcohol 

Harry: no drugs? :(

Louis: oh shut up, youre not doing heroine in my tiny ass apartment

Harry: you're having a party in your apartment?

Louis: no im having a get together in my apartment

Harry: we should come to my house

Louis: why ??

Harry: I dont have neighbors on the other side of the wall cause lets be honest itll be noisy

I think on Harry's offer for a bit. It would be nicer, I have this bitchy neighbor named Barabra and she'd probably put in a noise complaint. Plus Clifford and Bruce don't really like new people, which I should get Lottie to dogsit them. 

Louis: what time do u want me to come over to clean ??

Harry: hm, 1?

Louis: ok works for me see you then :)

Harry: Ttyl :)

That was the gayest thing he's ever texted. 

~

Arriving at Harry's place makes my heart pound. I already told everyone to meet here, so there's no turning back. I take a deep breath before knocking on the door. This'll be the first time I see him in real life since the bar, but we've been on good term so I think it'll be okay. 

"Hey Lou," he opens the door. "Come on in, I was just about to get started." He moves over so I can walk in. 

"Thanks," I step into the house. Nothing has really changed in over a year, just all our pictures are taken down and there's a new rug by the front door. "So, where should we start?" 

"Let's go into the kitchen, we mainly just need to set up, because the cleaning team was just here. We just need decor." 

"Yeah, your place is pretty bland," I laugh.

"You're so mean," he acts offended. 

"Whatever let's just get started," I head towards the kitchen. Walking in his house feels like a fever dream. I feel so out of place, yet at home. Harry wasn't wrong, his house really isn't that big of a mess. "Where do you want me to put the beer?" 

"Just in the fridge would be fine." I set the beer in there. 

"Um, so I don't have any, like decorations," I admit.