Vlogging in Styles : The Original | Larry Stylinson ❀

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Howdy? I am writing a few more chapters and then ending this story (: 

"LOUIS!" 

Two seconds later, he came bustling through the bedroom door. 

"What? Are you hurt?" 

Harry was sat on the edge of the bed, still in his pajamas. He turns away from his phone and looks at the door. "Hurt?" 

"You bloody screamed my name." Louis stepped further into the room and walked over to join Harry on the bed.

"Remember the video I posted on tik tok?" 

Louis rolled his eyes. "Yes, dear."

"It has over a couple million views and likes." 

"Really?" 

"Yes. SO many people liked it." 

Louis hummed thoughtfully. "Did you see what they said? Any more thirsty comments about me?" 

"Louis," Harry huffed, naturally leaning his body into Louis' chest as he pulls up the app. He navigates to the post and clicks on the comments. "I actually haven't. No." 

"Hurry up, babe. You still need to get dressed, and the car for the limo will be in here in an hour." 

"Louis, it's fine." 

Louis rolled his eyes. "You take forever to get ready. You always like to look hot and sexy on the plane. Don't get it."

"Oh, this person commented and said Louis looks fucking hot," Harry decided to say instead, showing Louis his phone. 

He smirked. "Nice. This one said Harry is a lucky bastard." 

"This person thinks I am using you for clout." Harry pouted as he looked up at Louis. "Clout? I don't even know what that means." He grabbed the phone back. "Give me this." He read a couple more comments and then. "Louis, look at this one." 

Humming, Louis grabs the phone and reads off the comment Harry pointed to. "I see why Louis writes so many sex songs. Harry is FINE." 

"Someone said that?" 

"This person commented Louis, can you fight?" Louis huffed in response. "Fight? I will fight whoever." 

Harry giggled as he grabbed the phone again. "Louis married one fine man," he read off, more giggles coming out. "I used to be jealous of Harry, but now I am jealous of Louis." Louis grunted in response. "I would like Harry to be in between my legs." 

"Okay, love," Louis groaned, grabbing the phone from Harry's hand and tossing it behind his body. "That's enough." 

"Are you jealous?" 

"Turn your tic tac on and let's make a video," Louis demanded, turning around as if to get in position for something. Harry laughed. 

"Video of what?" 

Louis walked over to the body length mirror on the far wall, and Harry blindly followed behind, phone in hand. 

"What video do you want to make?" he asked again.

Louis muttered under his breath and got his hands on Harry's waist, bringing him in front of his body and pressing up against him from behind. 

"Lou, I'm not making a sex video," he reminded. 

"Yeah. Yeah. Sex videos are just for me," Louis grumbled as he wrapped his arms around Harry's body, curving his face around to press a kiss to his jaw. "Just film me kissing you."

Harry laughed. "What?" he bellowed out, angling his body around to look at him. "Why?" 

"Because, you get all submissy when I kiss you," was his explanation. "Let's everyone else know you're mine." 

Harry sorted. "So you are jealous of strangers making thirst comment about me?" 

"Just hit record you sexy little menace." 

Harry rolled his eyes and turned to face the mirror again, trying to bite back his laugh as he hit the record button. Some random tune was playing, but he stood there while Louis did his thing, hands roaming the front of his body, sneaking up underneath his shirt. The smile on his face crumbled just a bit, instead feeling a hot rush of pleasure run up his spine when Louis purposely thrusted his hips forward. 

"Louis," he warned, watching him through the mirror, feeling his heart thrum inside his chest at the way the video was picking up all of this. 

Louis hummed and responded by kissing along the curve of his neck, feathery light presses along his shoulder, his jaw. And then his hand came up, gripping Harry's jaw with purpose and angled his head the way he wanted so he could properly kiss him, and yeah, Harry melted right in to it. His body went pliant, sinking back into the Louis' chest while he took charge in the kiss, feeling his other hand rest low on his belly in some possessive manner. 

When he pulled back, Harry blinked in a daze, lips pink and puffy. He glanced at the mirror again, at his camera for a moment before shutting it off. Immediately, he turned around and wrapped his arms around Louis, properly kissing him, tongue and teeth. 

"I love when you're jealous," he muttered against his lips, giggling when Louis' hands trailed down to grab a handful of his ass. "Should make you jealous more often then, yeah?" 

"Do we have time for a quick fuck?" Louis ended up asking, squeezing his ass tighter. 

Harry cackled. "Weren't you just telling me  we need to hurry because the limo is on the way?" 

"You're really going to cockblock me right now?" Louis complained, more like whined. 

Harry smiled as he leaned in to nibble against his cheek. "For now," he teased. "But we have family members that can help watch Silas for us." 

Louis wiggled his eyebrows. "Sounds promising." 

"Hump me as much as your wild heart desires," Harry grinned wildly. 

"Let me hump you now,'" Louis pouted. 

"God, you're so romantic," Harry laughed, leaning in to kiss him again. 

"Hey," Louis said much softer this time, blue eyes shimmering. "I love you. And you're gorgeous. Okay? I love you so much."

Harry completely melted. "I love you, too." 

"I'm excited to perform my songs for you and spend a week back home," Louis continued, brushing a stray curl behind his head. "Gonna spoil you rotten." 

Harry rolled his eyes, tucking his nose along the column of Louis' neck. "You always spoil me rotten," he reminded. 

"That's because you are the literal sun that lights up my whole world my precious plum." Louis pinched his cheek for emphasis. 

Soon enough, the door to their room is nudged opened, and the pitter patter of feet cross the floor board. Harry quickly leaned in to kiss Louis and then pulled back to see Silas moseying his way inside their room.

"Ready to go to Manchester, Si?" he questioned, bending down to pick up his son. "Daddy has a festival to perform." 

Louis walked over to join and gave them each a kiss. "Might have to write another album for the both you." 

Harry cackled. "Let's go."