fuckboy love [larry]

[nineteen]

AN: harry's outfit is the pink one 🌸

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louis: hi princess

harry: hi louis

louis: so watcha doin?

harry: watch your grammar boy

harry: studying finals i'm so boored

louis: i can make it less boring;)

harry: louis i am in NO mood for sexting

louis: i'm actually at ur window but u know what

louis: judge me by my looks.

harry: sorry:(

harry: i'll go open my window

harry closed his phone and got up from his clear coloured chair. he ran to his window, brushing away his white curtains to reveal his boyfriend. louis had already climbed the three feet that separated the window from the ground.

the small boy waved as harry opened his window, letting him in.

"hey." louis casually said, throwing his snapback on harry's pink bed sheets. he walked to hug the taller boy, warmth engulfing both of them.

letting out a dreamy sigh, harry replied " so what brings you to my humble home?" he clasped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, wishing he were the smaller one in the relationship.

" i maybe, like, got a big urge to kiss you. so, i rode here." louis replied, pecking the roses composing the curly boy's flower crown, and his forehead.

harry blushed at his comment, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. "god, you're embarrassing." but he was nonetheless happy with the answer.

letting go of his boyfriend, louis jumped on the messy bed, snuggling into the covers. harry thought he looked like the cutest and pinkest burrito of the world. so he walked to his desk an picked up his phone, going to his camera app. he snapped pictures of louis while the boy made poses and stuck out his tongue.

harry was a giggling mess as he sat on the bed to show him the pictures. "you're such a lame kid louis." he said between laughs, tapping his skirt-covered knee.

louis fake-pouted, wrapping his arms around the tall boy. "excuse me, you're the lame one here. who even listens to iggy azalea these days? and don't even bother denying, i've seen your music."

harry huffed, "she's not that bad, okay?"

louis looked at him and said "sure, jan." imitating the famous brady bunch meme. harry got the joke and laughed, showing off his perfect smile which louis loved.

the fuckboy couldn't help himself from kissing in that moment. he softly pressed his thin lips to harry's plump ones, a soft gasp escaping the curly lad's mouth.

harry kissed him back. it was a soft and tender kiss appreciated by both. they let go and stared at each other fondly.

under the mild sexual tension, harry giggled nervously making louis smile. he pushed at harry's sides, making them lie down on the comforter.

"you're so pretty." the fuckboy said as he admired his boyfriend. the feminine boy blushed, pushing him away.

"you're so embarrassing." he muttered as he got up again, getting up. " we should do something now, like, go outside or whatever."

"but harry, it's 8 pm." louis responded with an eye roll. he quite frankly did not want to go outside again, being comfortable in the pink room.

"as an independent man, i shall go outside when I please." harry commanded as he made his way outside his room. louis could hear his footsteps going down the stairs, so he reluctantly got up and followed.

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" isn't this nice?"

"it's too humid, my hair is going to get all ugly." louis whined.

harry looked at him bewildered. "bitch, you ain't even got curly hair!" he said, "stop complaining and hold my hand!" he gestured wildly at the lonely limb.

louis chuckled and gladly accepted the outstretched hand, feeling warmth spreading through his body.

they walked in comfortable silence, admiring the night lights of their neighbourhood's houses.

"um harry," louis said as he let go of the big hand," just want a smoke, kay?"

he took a cigarette from his malboro pack and lighted it up. holding it with his left hand, he hand locked with harry again.

the curly boy just stared.

damn, he's a hot smoker, he thought.

"can i try?" he sheepishly asked, looking behind him for any traces of his mother.

"sure, but don't cough your lungs out!" louis laughed as he handed the stick to the other boy.

harry took a drag and,

he coughed, he wheezed, he panted.

as he weekly handed it back to the smaller boy, he admitted "never, ever, trying that again. almost died." he had tears at the brink of his eyes and coughed again.

"told you so," louis winked," but that panting was pretty hot, i'm mildly erect now."

"fuck you, no stupid fuckboy comments when your boyfriend almost chocked on smoke." the tall lad slightly punched the boy.

"i got something else you could choke on." louis suggestively answered, wriggling his eyebrows as he let smoke out of his mouth.

harry merely rolled his eyes.

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they were at Harry's doorstep, saying their goodbyes.

"this was nice, see you later louis!" harry cheerfully said, hugging his boyfriend.

"bye babe." the fuckboy said with a peck on the cheek.

they waved as louis made his way on the street riding his longboard. harry looked at him go with dreamy eyes.

he couldn't have gotten more lucky. he was content with life now.