girl almighty • larry stylinson

twelve

"Separating again?" Zayn asks Louis.

"Yeah." Louis shrugs, and Zayn raises an eyebrow at it. They take each of their room key before getting to the their right floor and room. In the elevator in the way to the fifth floor, it's ... awkward and one or two clears a throat.

Harry has his fingers laced with Louis, but their fingers are loose and pliant. But Louis' grateful, because Harry still holds his hand. As they get out of the elevator, Harry leans down and pecks Louis' lips before he's off to his room all the while with his hand on his hair.

"So..." Niall coughs, "No noise tonight?"

Louis flips him off, but he doesn't mean it. He loves him, he thinks as he stomps to his room and shuts the door, locking it. His luggage is already there, and he changes out of his clothes and into some sweatpants and a shirt. He doesn't shower, it's gross, but he brushes his teeth and washes his face. He's tired, really, he is, and he tosses and turns in his so so comfy bed. He huffs; he can't fall asleep if sleep doesn't come to him.

He grabs his phone instead and checks his Twitter. It's nothing that exciting; fans are tagging him into so much stuff, retweeting and favoriting his shit and following him. He tweets something, and it makes no sense, really, something about last night's show.

It goes for hours until it's already 11 in the evening, and they have to be up for rehearsal and sound check for the second show.

He texts Harry, because, well.. he wants to.

His thumb hovers over the button, it does twice, thrice before he thinks, 'fuck it, it's just harry' before calling. It rings a few times, and when Harry answers, Louis knows he was sleeping, "Hello?"

"Were you sleeping?"

Harry's head picks up at Louis' voice. He's on his stomach, shirtless and only in his boxers. He flips over to his back and clears his throat, "No, no, I wasn't."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Harry leaned over to switch on the lamp, and his squints at the sudden light, "Why'd you call?"

"Couldn't sleep." Louis sighs.

Harry closes his eyes and breathes out, "Do you want to come over?"

"No need for anything, Harry."

At that, Harry's eyes snap open in surprise, "Really?"

Louis, from the other line, brings the inside of his bottom lip and bites down on it, "You sound relieved."

I am, but not in the way you're seemingly thinking, He tries to say, "I am, I-" He hears Louis' inhale, sharp and sudden. Harry stammers, "That's not what I meant."

'No, no it's alright." Louis says, "I didn't call because of that, y' know. Just putting that out there.'

"You're mad at me." Harry bites down on his lower lip,.

"Do you want me to be?"

"Not at all." Harry's quick to answers, "You sure you don't want to come over? We'll just talk and ... yeah."

"Okay." Louis gives in, "Okay, Ill be down there."

They hang up, both of them stands up as quick as the other, racing to the door. Harry paces a meter away from the door, and when the knob clicks, he straightens himself up. He sees Louis, standing in front of him with his pretty eyes and pretty cheekbones and pretty face.

"Hi." Harry breathes out.

Louis can't stop it, he wants to just lay in Harry's bed and have a genuine conversation with the lad, but something overpowers him. He hooks a hand at the back of Harry's neck and pulls the curly lad lad, connecting their lips together.

It's not the first time, but they wish it could be the last.

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goddamnit sexual frustration.