I Dare You // Larry AU

Chapter Three

Harry comes back in, and starts cleaning the floor.

"Real Cinderella move." Louis jokes, and Harry flips him off.

"Do you care about anyone other than yourself? Serious question." He grumbles, dumping the broken glass into the bin. "So far you've just been a cunt to me."

"Yeah, well you're a prick." Louis shrugs.

"Still no need to assault me with fruit and crockery." Harry says.

He genuinely seems upset.

"C'mon, Harry. I was just messing around." Louis says. "Honest."

"Of course, Louis Tomlinson can do no wrong." Harry sneers. "Must of slipped my mind. Want me to set my cloak down so you can walk, since I'm just a mere peasant, and you're the fucking Messiah."

Louis frowns, and Harry stomps off. He's very touchy, isn't he? 

It's then when he does something mildly stupid. Only a smidge, to be expected, really. It's Louis, after all. King of bad decisions and hating curly haired wankers.

He follows Harry.

He walks silently behind the boy, tip-toeing along as Harry's footsteps pound up the stairs. Harry's walking awkwardly, with a badly concealed waddle. He also seemed uncomfortable when he sat down, as well.

It's only when Harry's about to open his bedroom door that Louis taps his shoulder, the boy wheeling around in fright, screeching dramatically as he does so.

"What the actual fuck, Louis?" He yells. "What is wrong with you, you creepy git?"

"I'm sorry." Louis says, only half-lying. Harry scoffs, shaking his head and stomping into his room, glaring when Louis blocks him from shutting it and follows him in.

Harry rolls his eyes, flopping down on his bed. "You said you weren't, like, a virgin? Who else have you fucked?"

"Why do you care?" Louis retorts. He can't take his eyes away from Harry's broad back.

Harry sighs. "I'm just enquiring, Louis."

"No, you're not." Louis responds. "You're trying to get gossip."

Harry scoffs. "I don't gossip."

"Yes, you do." Louis fumes. "You're the one that told everyone Zayn gave me a blowjob in the History store."

Harry looks over his shoulder, raising an amused eyebrow. "One, I said it was Liam. Two, it was a handjob. Three, I said it was geography. Four, it was only a rumour."

Fuck.

This is also why he hates Harry. One of the first rumours he spread was about Louis. He told everyone that Louis gave the history teacher's son (who was in college) a blowie in exchange for a good grade. Which is obviously slander, he failed that test, the son is straight, and looks like the back of a bus with shite on it.

And maybe Louis' still salty about it, but it didn't stop there. Any time he even kissed anyone, it would be everywhere in a matter of seconds, via Harry. It was infuriating, and Harry despised him for god knows what reason, so their relationship became what it is today.

Harry chuckles to himself. "Really fell for that one, didn't you?"

"Fuck you." Louis spits. Harry's eyes light up in amusement.

"You already did, sweetheart." Harry informs him cheerfully.

"What about you, Harold?" Louis says, turning the conversation to one about Harry. "Who popped your cherry?"

Harry falls silent at that, his usual smirk slipping off his face.

"NO." Louis gasps, scandalized. "Tell me I- I better not fucking of- please tell me- HARRY I SWEAR TO GOD- did I take your virginity??!"

Harry nods slowly, stumbling to his feet and trying to shove Louis from the room.

"YOU SICK FUCK." Louis screams. He feels dirty, dirtier than he already felt. He took Harry motherfucking Styles' virginity. That connects them, for fucks sake. There's no going back from this. He'll forever be Harry's first. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"I THOUGHT YOU'D SAY NO!" Harry yells. 

"WHY DID YOU HAVE LUBE THEN?" Louis yells back.

"There's... There's this- this... Guy. That- that I like..." Harry mutters. "I thought he'd... I thought if I was always..."

Louis shakes his head in distress. "You-"

"I dared you! I couldn't-" Harry defends himself. The words sound faintly ridiculous.

"Yes, you could, you stupid cunt." Louis yells in frustration. "I took your fucking virginity, for Christ's sake!"

"It's not that important." Harry shrugs. "I didn't care, I just never had before."

"If I'd known-" Louis begins. He doesn't know where the sentence is going.

"...then you would of bullied the shit out of me and fuckin' told everyone." Harry finishes for him, eyes daring him to disagree.

"I suppose..." Louis sighs.

"I honestly didn't care about my virginity, Louis." Harry tells him. "I was waiting, but I really don't give a shit."

Louis scans his face for any hint to see if the boy is lying, but one doesn't show, so he assumes the boy is genuine.

Harry is staring at him, and next thing he knows he's pressed against the wall, being kissed roughly by a curly haired arsehole who goes by the name Harry Styles.

Harry ruts against him, boner brushing against his thigh.

It's going to happen again, and Louis isn't going to stop it.

***

The one person who he wants to talk about this to, because it's that fucking confusing and he and his mother are very close, is currently halfway across the planet with the mother of the problem.

Sigh.

Honestly, what has his life come to? He was normal not three days ago (that statement should not be taken entirely literally, obviously, that would be absurd).

Harry has fuckered off to some hipster party with his bimbo friends, leaving Louis alone with his thoughts.

Which means that Louis has had some time to think.

So, presenting:

The Incomplete List of Questions that need answered by Harry Styles, with immediate affect;

1) Why did he never meet Harry as his mothers girlfriend's son before they became step-brothers?

2) Who was the guy that Harry was hoping to bang?

3) Why does Harry hate him?

And:

The (also) Incomplete List of Questions that need answered (not by Harry Styles);

1) HOW THE FUCK IS HE GOING TO GET OUT OF THIS MESS?!?!?

2) Was it, like, incest?

He wonders if he should question Harry about his list. But, then it might lead to question one of TAILOQTMANBHS, which would be disastrous. There's also the issue of question two of this same list, if he were to google it he might end up on some government watch-list.

Which wouldn't be ideal.

Sigh.

Life used to be simpler.