fuckboy love [larry]

[twenty]

AN: harry's outfit is the third one (kitty headband)

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"harry, we chill too much in your room watching your lesbian prison show. is this even considered a date?" louis asks grumpily, pouting as his boyfriend rests his head on his chest.

they are both laying down in harry's bed, louis' back on the headboard. the curly lad has his new apple computer balanced on his lap.

"lou, can't I just finish my episode. i promise well go buy ice cream after." harry replied with an exasperated tone.

"ugh, fine." with that said, they finished the episode in silence, louis sneaking a few kisses on harry's cheeks.

"ah, hello, i'll have a triple fudge chocolate ice cream please, two scoops, yes, in a bowl. and my white girlfriend here will have frozen yogurt." louis said to the worker, saying the last part in a weird accent to insult harry.

"jeez, louis, whatever!" harry said with an eye roll, clearly a bit offended."and I'm not your girlfriend." the smaller boy just winked at him.

as they made their way through the park, the very park in which the meant, louis was blabbing about nike madness and harry still had a scowl on his face. the tall boy wasn't even mad, he just wanted to get a reaction out of his boyfriend.

"why are you still pouting baby? i'm sorry, kay?" louis said with an angry voice. he was utterly exhausted with his boyfriend's attitude.

harry let out a soft laugh that melted louis' heart." i actually only wanted your attention to tell you, the only nike shoes that matter are the completely white ones. they're super fucking popular on tumblr."

while harry was shouting about the shoes, he didn't notice the small pebble in front of his platform loafers. the curly boy tripped and he screamed as his frozen yogurt came in contact with the ground. he was expecting his body to crash too, but a strong arm held him in place.

"almost dirtied your outfit there, princess." louis laughed as he held harry by the waist. the feminine boy blushed, at a loss for words.

all he finally said was, "my frozen yogurt..."

louis intertwined their hands. "this way, you won't fall." he chuckled.

"oh god, oh god louis." harry said with a panicked voice.

the small boy tensed, looking around them for people that looked menacing. "what?!" he frantically asked.

"we're a cliché couple, aren't we? we're a cliché couple."

"uh, I guess." louis was confused now.

"oh god. we're a cliché couple... this is embarrassing."

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they were back in harry's room after a meltdown and ice cream, which louis had to share with his boyfriend.

harry was rummaging through louis' jansport bag, looking for the boy's phone charger. he looked in the other pockets and a weird tinfoil packet fell down.

"louis, what's this?" harry asked curiously, but after an examination," oh-oh, forget what I said... it's a-a condom."

louis jolted from his position on the bed, facing harry with a blush on his face. "well, uh... doesn't mean anything, i always have some on me." he admitted.

"does that mean you want to have sex with me?" harry timidly asked, his voice barely above a mumble.

louis hot up from the bed, sitting down beside the tall boy. "well, yeah, but only when you're ready. i know you're still a virgin, and i'm not. so don't even say you're ready just to seem more mature." he gave him a threatening glare.

harry nodded, "you're right."

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when louis had gone home, harry laid on his bed, reminiscing his earlier conversation with his boyfriend. it's true he wasn't ready, sex kind of scared him still, with all the diseases he could catch.

he wondered when he could have sex with louis and felt himself get a bit hard at the thought of it.

god, harry, you're such a perv...