🌼UNBELIEVERS SEQUEL🌼
🌸MANCHESTER LARRY 🌸
☄️contains smut , but this actually have a plot belive me . Bless your brain 🧠
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Ps: "Elation" is a sequel to the story "Unbelievers,"by isthatyoularry Because we...
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Harry and Louis settled into Harry's Rolls-Royce car, their bodies still slightly damp from the early morning practice. The parking lot seemed to radiate an extraordinary beauty in the soft morning light. Harry clicked on his seatbelt and started the car, the engine purring to life. The practice was over, which meant Louis was less of a demon to talk to. However, Harry remained unusually silent, causing Louis to grow suspicious.
With one hand resting on Harry's thigh, Louis slowly inched his hand upwards. But Harry swiftly intercepted, grasping Louis' hand firmly and pulling it away from his boxers.
"What? Are you mad, love?" Louis questioned.
"Well, I'm not love, am I? According to you, I'm a 'stupid hairy cunt'," Harry retorted
"In my defence, it was too early to wake me up," Louis reasoned, his tone slightly apologetic.
"I call you at the same time every day, and I don't know how your morning insults become increasingly creative every day," Harry grumbled, his annoyance apparent.
"Sorry," Louis said, momentarily pausing before attempting to resume his actions.
"Not now, Lou," Harry interjected firmly.
"Okay, so you can rile me up in the morning, wake me up, and then proceed to deny this?" Louis challenged, a hint of playfulness creeping into his voice.
"Yes, I can when you scream in my face at 5:00 in the morning," Harry admitted, conceding to the point.
"Fair point," Louis chuckled, the tension dissipating between them.
As they drove off, their conversation turned to lighthearted nonsense. Amidst the banter and laughter, their relationship felt more domestic, more like home. Harry detested the pile of laundry that Louis continuously neglected, but he cherished the fact that their clothes were always mixed up. He adored how they found solace in each other's embrace every night. Harry loved that Louis kept the broken gamepad as a trophy on the shelf, a reminder of the only time Harry lost a FIFA game to him and threw the gamepad across the room. He cherished how Louis would randomly hug him from behind, only to grumble about his long hair afterwards. He loved how Louis would peek at Harry whenever he took a shower. How Louis lays on Harry's lap when they watch movies. He loved how Louis brought Harry tea every morning after practice, and together they ran errands and did groceries like responsible adults, how Louis teased Harry in everything he do.
Harry treasured every moment—both the tears and the laughter—they shared together. All of these experiences formed the essence of their home. It was a place where they could be themselves, where they found happiness in the simplest of gestures. Their home was their sanctuary, and within its walls, they loved . .................................................
Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of appreciation as he glanced at the breakfast spread on the table. The aroma of freshly cooked pancakes filled the room, and he turned to Louis with a grateful smile.
