Drowning || Larry Stylinson

chapter fifteen

[A/N: To celebrate hitting 1.1k reads, I am posting this update a couple days early. Thank you so much for the love and support. It took a lot of encouragement from my friends TrulyMadlyLarry and nerdylou to actually post this story. I didn't think people in 2023 would care about my stories anymore, and I really didn't expect anyone to read this one. Thank you so much for giving it a shot and continuing to read. Have fun with this steamy chapter and make sure to vote, comment, and follow for more updates <3] 

Content warning: masturbation 

Louis felt warm and cozy as he drifted in and out of sleep. He could hear the soft snoring of someone near him, but couldn't pinpoint who it was. There was something soft wrapped around him, something that felt like the throw blanket on his couch. He could also feel something brushing up gently against his cheek every now and then, something that he couldn't quite make out. It kept tickling his skin, causing a bit of irritation to settle in him. After a few more brushes, Louis snuffled awake and opened his bleary eyes. 

The television screen showed some random images from stills of different movies but was playing no sound. The living room was dark, like it was the middle of the night. A half-eaten bowl of popcorn was sitting on the table. Louis was curled up still on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket. He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to look around, but was unable to move his head very far. It was then that he realized he could smell Harry's cologne and shampoo. 

Louis jolted backwards, realizing then that he had fallen asleep on Harry's shoulder. He looked over at his bandmate, who had woken up after his head dropped from being on Louis's. Harry wiped his eyes of sleep as he yawned, his tongue sticking out like he was a kitten. Louis's breath was heavy as he stared, wrapping the blanket around him protectively. 

"Wh-what were you doing?" Louis asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "Why were you sleeping on me?" 

Harry raised his eyebrows at this question. "Um...you fell asleep on me. I guess I fell asleep too, I can't really control what I do while I'm asleep," he explained, like Louis was being ridiculous. 

Maybe Louis was being ridiculous, but he felt so overwhelmed. His heart was pounding against his chest, the noise reaching his ears, making it sound like his brain had a heartbeat. His breathing was short and panicked, his stomach fluttering with butterflies and probably other insects. Louis felt like he could throw up from how nervous he felt. 

"I-I...I really d-don't want you t-to touch me...o-or to look at me like you do," Louis said. He looked over at Harry, who just looked confused. "It's w-weird and, and I don't really like that you don't wear pajama pants either. You don't need to go everywhere in your underwear, you know!" 

Louis's breathing went heavier after his rant as the two men stared at each other. As minutes went past in silence, Louis's breathing became slower and less panicked. Harry just looked surprised that Louis had said anything at all, and honestly Louis had surprised even himself. He didn't expect to just wake up from a late night nap just to go off on his friend. Especially his friend who he had just made up with a short week prior. 

Louis swallowed thickly as Harry's features started to change and soften. Then, his curls were flopping into his face as he nodded. "Sure. I can stop everything," Harry replied, giving Louis the smallest of smiles. A breath of relief left Louis's lips as he nodded along. He was about to thank Harry when suddenly the latter was opening his mouth again, "If..."

"If?" Louis asked in a soft voice, almost a whisper. 

Harry's smile widened a bit. "If...if you can tell me why you don't want me to," he finished, raising his brows at Louis again, as if to urge him to carry on with an answer. Before Louis could say anything more, though, Harry was raising a hand. "I don't want to hear that it's because it's weird, though. I want the real reason."