🌼UNBELIEVERS SEQUEL🌼
🌸MANCHESTER LARRY 🌸
☄️contains smut , but this actually have a plot belive me . Bless your brain 🧠
✨AMEN✨
Ps: "Elation" is a sequel to the story "Unbelievers,"by isthatyoularry Because we...
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At Ismael's house, it is safe to say it's a legendary college party. Ismael, known for his wealthy parents, had the entire mansion at his disposal while they were away on a lavish tour. The night was young, and the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement.
Louis, with a vodka in hand, found himself on the sofa, contemplating the vibrant scene before him: people laughing and dancing drunkenly with other people, while some just danced to their damn themselves. Some people kiss in the corners as if nothing is at stake. A couple just decided it was a great idea to just fuck in the counter top. people laughing in groups, flirting, and whatnot. But Louis just sat there, observing everything. He has no friends here, just Harry and his best bud, Ismael. Louis was a wild person before,but now he doesn't have anyone except Harry and whatever his name is.
He just misses Niall so much at this point. How much of a crack he was. Oh my gosh, he loved him no matter how much of an oblivious clusterfuck the Irish potato was.
He remembered that time that Niall and him just pretended to lose his "cat" in a party named "Dildo.", They just went and asked people "Have you seen our Dildo?". and then say, "It's our cat; I think I lost him." They just loved messing with people, seeing the horror on their faces. God, he misses him. Just then, Harry settled beside him, clutching a cold beer.
"I'm bored," Harry confessed with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sensing an opportunity, he playfully pulled Louis into a snug cuddle.
"Harry?" Louis said, slowly rubbing Harry's thighs.
"Hmm," Harry hummed, mostly drunk.
"Can we get out, like, can we go to the roof or something?"
"What are your intentions, Mr. Tomilson?" harry smirked.
"No, that's not it. But I'm not saying it's off the table.
"Ofcourse "
"No... I miss Niall, and I want to call him."
"Ok, mister, Call your best friend,at last you realise how much of an asshole you are!" Harry said he was standing up.
"Hey, he didn't call me either," he said, walking up the stairs.
"Assholes find assholes."
Harry was actually a little tipsy. But he looked like a kitten, grinning continuously with those damn dimples.
As the music thumped and laughter filled the air, Harry led the way to the rooftop of this extravagant mansion. The view from up there was breathtaking, with twinkling city lights stretching as far as the eye could see. The moon peeked at their love from behind the clouds.
≈Full, bright, but half visible≈
They both settled down, leaning against a wall. The roof was windy, which made it the perfect place for them. Louis looked at Harry. Harry leaned against Louis' shoulder,looking at the stars. He looked beautiful—unreal under the moonlight—with his chocolate curls, his eyes, his skin, and, most importantly, his perfect lips. The moon made him look like a god; maybe he is a god.
