Wouldn't Ever Want Anybody Else (Larry & Ziam Fanfic)

Chapter 1 pt. 1

So this a Story is NOT MINE.
(All rights go to the original publisher)
I'm also going to put this story in parts because it's so long. So I'm putting Part 1 up because I'm just that awesome. Enjoy Reading!

Louis' pout was exaggerated as he looked at Harry with sad eyes, wrapping the sheet around his waist and sitting up against the headboard of the bed.

"Aw, babe," Harry groaned, looping his belt into his trousers. Shirtless, he crossed the room in a few long strides, taking Louis' face in his hands and sucking that protruding lip in his mouth. He smiled forlornly at Louis before kissing him again. "Look on the bright side. It'll just be three days. We'll talk every night. It'll pass in no time at all."

Harry put his shirt on quickly and tucked it into his trousers, looking over at Louis while he fastened his belt.

Louis looked on and sighed. "It's so unfair how they're separating us. Niall and Liam in Birmingham, you in Manchester. Only me and Zayn here in London... We're a band, dammit. We shouldn't have to be doing all of this shit individually. Come to think of it, we shouldn't have to be doing this shit at all-why do separate promo at all when it's not even band-related shit we're 'promoting'?"

Putting on a jumper, Harry quietly answered, "You know what they said, Lou."

Louis' response was short. "Yeah, yeah. Though I highly doubt that the fact that I like Yorkshire Tea will sell albums."

Harry lowered his head, ran his fingers through his hair, and swiped his head to the side as he looked back at Louis. Eventually, he sat down on the side of the bed and put his hand on Louis' knee. "There's nothing I could've done, Lou. I tried, but-"

"I know, Hazza. I'm not blaming you." Louis reached up and delicately tucked a stray curl behind Harry's ear. Eventually, he shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry you have to be alone."

Harry tried to change the subject and lighten the mood before his departure. Pressing his lips to Louis' in a series of short pecks, he said against his mouth, "Don't worry about me. I just don't want you to have to be alone. You should stay with Zayn while I'm gone."

Louis nodded. "Already taken care of. We're going to get proper pissed tonight," Louis told him in between pecks. "Make myself forget my boyfriend's halfway across the country."

"Mm," Harry acknowledged as he removed his lips from Louis with a small smile. "Well, don't forget me, please. Drunk-dialing is encouraged."

The time had come for Harry to leave, and they couldn't prolong it anymore. Louis put on one of Harry's large jumpers and followed him pants-less all the way to the foyer, where both boys stalled saying their inevitable goodbyes.

"Nice way to remember you by for the next few days," Harry commented, reaching down and squeezing Louis' bare arse in his hands. Louis smiled and leaned into Harry's hold, reluctantly breaking away with one last kiss.

"I'll talk to you tonight, boo," Harry finally said. "Have fun with Zayn." As he walked to his vehicle, he mouthed "I love you" at Louis, smiling softly when Louis, hiding himself behind the entry door, mouthed it back. Then he was gone.