I Dare You // Larry AU

Chapter One

Louis is woken up by pounding music and singing.

It's eight fucking am. On a Saturday.

He's going to kill Harry.

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He wanders downstairs. It's two in the afternoon now, and he's finally got out of bed.

He walks straight into a broad back, and someone catches him.

"Woah-" It's Harry. 

"Let go of me-" Louis huffs, and Harry lets him fall to the ground. 

"You're the idiot that walked into me." Harry huffs.

"Why... Why the fuck are you shirtless?" Louis asks. And, not that he'd admit it, but god damn Harry's abs.

"I don't know where half my stuff is. Just moved in yesterday, remember?"

And how could Louis forget?

He goes downstairs, making a cup of tea and then plonking himself on the sofa and turning the tv on.

"Football, really?" Harry asks, walking past.

"Fuck off, will ya?" Louis spits.

"Kettle still hot?" Harry asks.

"Yep." Louis says.

He hears Harry pottering around in the kitchen, then he comes in and sits next to him.

He can feels Harry's eyes on him, and he turns to glare. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"I'm just trying to figure out how someone like you can be the child of your mother." Harry says, taking a sip of his tea. "I mean, she's so amazing and nice, and kind. And you're a world class prick."

Louis glares. "I'm not a prick."

"Yes, you are. You're an uptight little bitch." Harry says. "Probably have a fucking chastity belt or some shit."

"There's nothing wrong with being celibate, Harry." Louis sighs. "I'm not, anyway."

"Really?" Harry asks. "Who have you fucked?"

"None of your business." Louis huffs.

"Don't be a prude."

Louis storms upstairs, slamming his room door shut. This. This is why he hates Harry.

He's a gossipy little bitch that constantly tries to find shit out about people to humilate them with. He's full of snide remarks and questions, and he never knows when to leave people alone.

The door opens, and Harry's standing in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning against the door frame. "Are you seriously mad?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" 

"Well, Lewis. It was a joke." Harry says, rolling his eyes and walking into the room. "I'm sure you've made many people happy with your tiny dick."

Louis clenches his fist. "I don't have a tiny dick."

"Sure you don't." Harry smirks. 

"I don't!" Louis yells.

"Prove it, then." Harry says, now standing in front of him. His voice is low, his tone challenging. A weird glimmer is in his eyes.

"What?" Louis says. He's a bit breathless now. Harry's so close now, Louis can feel his breath. 

"Prove it." Harry says again, fingers lacing around Louis' wrist. "Prove to me that you don't have a tiny dick."

"And how on earth would I do that?" Louis says. There's a slight tremble in his voice, one that he doesn't like. He doesn't know why he's so nervous. Harry's a fucking plonker.

Harry crowds him against the wall, hands braced on either side of his head, Louis' wrists trapped beneath Harry's hands. He's so close to Louis, that their lips brush against each other when Harry speaks.

"I mean... You could always fuck me." Harry says, smirking. His eyes are dark, and. Jesus Christ. His boner is pressing against Louis' thigh. "That's the proper way to prove it, don't you think?"

"No, I don't, Styles. Funnily enough." Louis says, as snarky as he can manage. He's hyper aware of how Harry's pressed against him.

"Why, Tomlinson? You scared?" Harry says, somehow even closer, moving his hips forward ever so slightly to brush against Louis. "Is that it? Louis Tomlinson's afraid? How could that be? Louis Tomlinson's afraid of a little challenge."

Louis has a feeling he knows where this is going, and he mentally curses himself for getting himself into this situation.

You see, about a year ago when they were at the height of their rivalry, instead of getting into fights, they did a 'Dare War'. The dares steadily got more and more difficult, and you had to do what the other said once they said "I dare you". The only way to win was to have the other back down from the dare. Last year, Harry lost. Because Louis dared him to kiss their math teacher's daughter. Who was in her twenties. And married. And visiting the school to tell her mum she was pregnant.

Harry's said ever since that he'd find a way to beat Louis, and somehow bring dare wars back. He was pissy about losing to Louis. His ego couldn't handle it.

Because of this, and Louis knowing what Harry is capable of, he's been avoiding every situation that could involve a dare.

You see, Harry couldn't just randomly go up to him and dare him to do something, the opportunity had to present itself. A dare could only be made if the circumstances were right. 

Louis' been avoiding Harry like the plague because of this, not wanting to get engaged in another round of dare wars, because he might not win this time.

But, unfortunately, Louis had gotten himself into this mess. The perfect opportunity to dare Louis to do something, and Harry would hold it against him forever if he said no.

He'd never hear the end of it, and since he lived with the wanker, it'd be impossible to avoid him.

So, Louis had to accept defeat. Harry was going to dare him to fuck him.

He had no idea what to do.

On the one hand, he could just say no. While he'd have to live with the constant torture and reminders, his integrity would still be intact. He wouldn't of stooped to the level of Harry Styles.

On the other hand, if he accepted the dare... While he'd have to fuck Harry, he'd be accepting the challenge. And it would be his dare next. He could find a way to dare Harry to do something he couldn't help but refuse. It would make the boy less cocky, too. If Louis accepts the dare, it would shut the boy up. Make him less of a twat. Let him know Louis isn't afraid of him.

And, sure enough, with the ever present smirk on his face, Harry says the six words Louis absolutely doesn't want to hear.

"I dare you to fuck me."