fuckboy love [larry]

[fifteen]

AN: harry's outfit is the one on the far left.

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louis: hey

louis: harry

louis: H

louis: A

louis: R

louis: R

louis: Y

harry: wtf louis are you like 5 yrs old

louis: I gotta ask u something

harry: ok

louis: ok so

louis: I'm currently outside in front of ur window

harry: wTF

harry got out of bed, rushing to his window. and just as louis said, you could identify a small man in front of the window. harry opened the window and whisper-shouted "what are you doing here?!"

"you didn't let me finish!" louis whisper-yelled back at him. soon a notification came on the curly lad's phone.

louis: wanna chill with me outside?

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harry had on the quickest thing he could lay his hands on; black leggings(obviously), a purple sweater and his lilac doc. martens. a classic but effective outfit for a chilly night. but the minor cold didn't stop louis from wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts.

"so, what got you in a 'chilling' mood?" harry asked, making air quotes. louis just shrugged "wanted to see you, I guess." the taller boy's heart swelled at the comment. he couldn't believe the fuckboy could keep a straight face after saying cheesy things like that.

"that's fun."

"hey, my hand is cold. mind if I hold yours?" louis asked with a grin, looking at Harry's green orbs. the boy blushed and nodded, handing his large hand to him. the smaller boy grasped it in his own, swinging them back and forth. "now that's better."

"you are literally the corniest person at twelve at night, I swear to beyoncé." harry admitted, looking down at his flashy boots. the comment only made louis smirk, "only for you, princess."

harry let out a small laugh, hiding his excitement over the cute nickname. he held his head high and closed his eyes, but his body went crashing down when he hit a rock. he yelped, bracing himself for the impact until he felt strong arms grab his waist from behind.

he got turned around and met with louis' fascinating blue eyes. he blushed, yet again. "you're so clumsy." louis joked with a smirk that harry wanted to slap off but refrained to, since the boy was keeping him standing.

"whatever, jerk." harry pouted and slapped louis' arm lightly.

"shouldn't you be thanking me for saving your ass?"

"well yeah, but you made fun if me, you meanie. so I won't!"

"that's good, since I wouldn't accept the thank you. i'd like a kiss instead." louis made pouty lips at the curly boy, like he was kissing.

"fine then." before louis could react, harry kissed him softly, letting his lips stay on the other's thin ones. the smaller boy didn't let go of them, even deepening the kiss. soon, harry had his arms around louis' neck and the fuckboy's were still around his waist.

they continued at it for five minutes but harry let go, feeling embarrassed and in desperate need of air. he looked at louis who had a wide smile on his face, a prideful expression in his eyes, like he had won a great prize.

"well, this was totally not in the plan," louis admitted, looking down," but damn if I'm glad I invited you tonight."

harry laughed and hugged louis tightly, breathing in the strong smell of the boy's axe, cringing a bit. fuckboys put too much of that thing on, he thought.

they released from the hug and walked back to harry's house, their hand sliding against each other until brave louis grasped it, again.

at the boy's window, they bid farewell and harry started climbing up, showing off his nice butt in his black leggings. louis couldn't resist the urge to smack that bubble butt, and that's exactly what he did.

he received a scowl from the curly lad and a middle finger once he was up in his bedroom, but it was worth it.

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AN: okay so I know this story is moving forward at a slow pace, but I'm trying not to rush, since I have a tendency to go fast in stories.

it will get to an interesting part eventually, I assure all of you.

also, thank you so much for over 9k reads!!! bye bye y'all