The College Experience [Larry Stylinson boyxboy]

Chapter Six

"You're amazing," Louis said softly, looking up at Harry. Harry had set the guitar down at some point, Louis didn't even remember him doing it. "Do you sing too?" Louis asked.

Harry nodded, biting his lip.

Lou saw his teeth graze past where the little silver lip ring wove through Harry's soft petal pink lips and he thought about what it would be like to have that cool hoop of metal brush against his tongue and...

"Should we go inside?" Louis asked, interrupting his own thoughts. He couldn't let himself think about things like this while he was alone with Harry and it was dark out and God it was like Louis didn't have any willpower.

It was like Harry didn't have a boyfriend.

"It's nice out," Harry replied. He was so close to Louis, Lou could practically feel the flutter of Harry's words as he spoke. Before Louis could prepare himself, Harry's head was buried in his shoulder, his long curls tickling his skin. "You're warm," Harry murmured into Louis skin. Harry's soft pink lips kissed a small spot onto Louis' neck and Lou let out a feathery sigh that melted into the moonlight.

The door burst open, and Harry lifted his head off Louis' shoulder. Lou felt a rush of cold air filling the empty space.

"Tommo, we're on soon," Liam said with a pointed look, propping the door open with his foot, waiting for Louis to follow. Lou picked up the borrowed guitar and let Harry slip past him, back into the cafe. Liam stopped Louis from going inside.

"You can't do that, Lou," he said, his voice low, making sure Harry was out of earshot.

"Fuck off," Louis muttered, trying to step past Liam.

"I'm being serious, Lou. He has a boyfriend."

"Oh even you can tell that relationship is dead," Louis said, rolling his eyes. "His boyfriend's probably just waiting until reading week to break it off like every other long distance couple."

"Yeah?" Liam challenged. "What are you gonna do then? Lose your job over it?" As much as Liam tried to keep Louis in line, he could never pretend to be mad at him for more than a few seconds, and he broke into a small smile. "At least if you lost your job I wouldn't have to be putting up ads for a roommate," Liam laughed. "I'm not ready to live with some stranger from Craigslist."

Louis glared. "I'm not going to get fired over this, Lima Bean, and we're not talking about this now," he said, and Liam let him pass.

"Lou, I'm sorry, alright?" Liam sighed. "I just don't want to see either of you get hurt here, 'kay? We're good?" he asked.

"We're good," Louis said, squeezing Liam's shoulder. "Also, I'm sure your Craigslist roomie won't be a murderer. Hopefully."

Louis hurried up onto the stage, setting himself up at the keyboard as Liam adjusted the mic stand.

Louis started playing, looking over at Harry as his fingers brushed the keys. Harry sipped his coffee, smiling over at him and Liam.

Liam hopped off the makeshift stage when they were done, but Louis took over his mic. "Harold! Up for it?" he called out.

Harry looked around, and pointed to his chest. "Me?" he mouthed, like there were a bunch of Harrys in the room Louis could be taking to.

"Yes, you, you idiot," Louis smirked, getting someone to hand over their guitar with a few snaps of his fingers and an eyebrow raise in the right direction.

Harry was a little scared of Lou's power.

They played the same song they did on the stairwell, but Harry sang with Louis this time, his low raspy voice sinking into Lou's high breathy voice. Harry felt bathed in the applause when they were done.