Migraine | Larry Stylinson AU

ELEVEN. HAPPILY

"I said yes."

If they were in a movie, this would be the point where they have sex and exchange the words 'I love you'. It doesn't work that way with Harry and Louis, though.

"So, I have permission to do this," Louis pecks Harry's lips gently, slowly. "Whenever I want?"

Harry reaches a hand up to his lips, feeling where Louis' lips once met his own. "Yeah, Lou. Whenever."

"And this?" Louis wraps his arms around Harry's neck and jumps up, Harry instantly reaching down to catch his thick thighs and holding Louis' weight in his arms.

"Jesus, you could've gave me a warning."

"Mhm." Louis hums distractedly.

Harry feels Louis' lips against his skin and lets out a groan. "Lou--"

"You are all mine." Louis noses against his neck once before sucking harshly.

It's the kind of harsh that gets Harry going. Harry loves the sting. The feeling of being marked, of being someone else's.

"God, Louis."

"There." Louis drops out of Harry's grasp. "It looks like a work of art. It contrasts perfectly with your pale skin."

"How dark is it?" Harry rushes to the bathroom. "Oh my God, Lou. What if my parents see this?"

"I have a suspicion that they are heavily aware of our affair." Louis pokes the purple mark.

He's probably right. His parents come in before they leave for work to say goodbye and eight out of ten times, Louis' sleeping right there with Harry.

"True, but what will the lads say?"

"That I am over territorial." Louis smiles. "But Grimshaw will spot this and leave you alone very callously, I hope."

Harry blanches slightly. "He's a persistent bastard."

"Speaking of persistent, Niall seemed not too enthusiastic to see me waiting for you."

"He wanted to come over and look at the newspapers with me, but you showing up meant he couldn't."

Louis nods stiffly, most likely disbelieving Niall's intentions. "Ah. May I ask what newspapers?"

"You're gonna get upset."

They return to the living room where Harry threw his backpack.

"Harry."

"I told you you would get upset."

"This is not healthy." Louis throws the newspapers down onto the coffee table. "You need to--"

"I think I can solve it, Lou." Harry lies. "Liam said it chose me. And maybe I can use its stupid shit to kill whatever it is. I can solve the mystery."

Louis pinches the bridge of his nose. "Harry, I cannot begin to describe how this is not an episode of Scooby Doo. I hope you know--"

"Yeah, I know. Just give it a shot. Take a leap of faith. You know I won't be able to do it without you."

Louis pinches the bridge of his nose, looking pensive then nodding. "You are hugely lucky that I've taken a liking to you."

"I know I am." Harry puckers his lips and Louis kisses him shortly.

Safety and warmth, Harry thinks happily.

They look through the first newspaper together.

"This isn't descriptive enough."

"You're right. All we're getting is they were poisoned, but not what they were poisoned with. The paper tells us there was little evidence as to who did it and they don't tell us what that little evidence is." Harry continues. "Do you think there's private files in the library?"