Nothing without you [L.S] AU

Chapter 11:Larry?

It was a typical Friday night, and Harry, Liam, and Niall had gathered at Harry's house for a sleepover. Harry's family was out of town for the weekend, leaving the three of them with the run of the place. They sprawled across the living room floor with snacks and movies, laughter echoing through the house as they settled into their usual banter.

Liam, ever the planner, had invited Zayn to join them, knowing that Niall and Harry would be fine with it. Despite Zayn's close friendship with Louis, Liam had assured them that Zayn was chill—Harry and Niall both knew that. What they didn't expect was Zayn showing up with Louis in tow.

When the doorbell rang, Liam hopped up to answer, greeting Zayn with a grin. "Hey, man! Glad you made it."

Zayn nodded, stepping inside with a smile, Louis trailing behind him. "Hope you don't mind, but I brought Louis along. Figured it'd be more fun with more people."

Liam hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Harry, who stood near the couch. He could see the unease flicker in Harry's eyes, but Harry shrugged, trying to play it off. "It's cool," Harry mumbled, though he couldn't ignore the nervous flutter in his stomach at Louis' presence.

The night carried on as planned, with everyone gathering in the living room to watch movies. But Harry found it difficult to relax. His eyes kept darting to Louis, who was lounging on one of the chairs with a smirk that seemed to be aimed just at him. It made Harry's skin tingle with a mix of anticipation and dread.

After a couple of hours and way too much popcorn, Harry started to feel uncomfortable, his stomach churning from a mix of nerves and too much junk food. "I think I'm gonna head up to my room for a bit," he said, getting up from the couch. "I'm not feeling too well."

Niall, ever the jokester, made a face. "Too much of the good stuff, Haz?"

Harry forced a smile. "Yeah, something like that."

As Harry made his way upstairs, his heart was pounding. The real reason for his sudden exit wasn't the food but the tension he felt being around Louis. He couldn't shake the way Louis looked at him, and it was making him restless.

Up in his room, Harry stripped out of his clothes, tossing them into a pile by his closet. He grabbed a pair of boxers, pulling them on as he prepared to just lie down and try to clear his head.

But before he could even pull the covers back, his door creaked open. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he turned to see Louis standing in the doorway, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Uh, Louis... what are you doing here?" Harry stammered, his cheeks flushing as he stood there in nothing but his boxers.

Louis stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "Just came to check on you," he said casually, though the glint in his eyes told a different story. "You looked a little off downstairs."

Harry's throat went dry as Louis took another step closer. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet there was something electrifying about the way Louis was looking at him. "I'm fine," Harry muttered, though his voice betrayed him with a slight tremor.

Louis' gaze roamed over Harry's bare chest, and Harry felt his breath catch in his throat. The tension between them was thick, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

Then, in a sudden rush of adrenaline, Louis closed the distance between them. His hand cupped the back of Harry's neck, pulling him into a kiss that was fierce and filled with all the pent-up emotion they had both been hiding. Harry's initial shock melted away as he kissed Louis back with equal fervor, his hands gripping Louis' shoulders.

The kiss deepened, and before either of them knew it, they were stumbling back onto Harry's bed, their bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs and heated breaths. Their boxers were the only barrier between them as they pressed closer, the warmth of their skin igniting a fire that neither of them could ignore.

Louis shifted, his lips trailing down Harry's neck, making Harry shudder beneath him. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and Harry couldn't get enough of it. He pulled Louis closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly as they lay there, wrapped up in the heat of the moment.

After what felt like an eternity, the intensity of their kisses slowed, and Louis pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Harry's. Both of them were breathing heavily, their hearts racing in sync.

Neither of them said a word as they lay there in the dim light of Harry's room. Louis shifted again, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist and pulling him close, spooning him from behind. The closeness was unexpected but oddly comforting.

As the minutes passed, exhaustion started to creep in, and Harry felt his eyelids grow heavy. The warmth of Louis' body against his was lulling him into sleep, and despite everything that had just happened, he felt strangely at peace.

Louis, too, felt an unexpected calm as he held Harry in his arms. He wasn't sure how they had ended up here, but for now, he wasn't questioning it. He would deal with the aftermath later. For now, all that mattered was the quiet, the warmth, and the secret that was now theirs alone.

Downstairs, the rest of the boys were fast asleep, unaware of the secret unfolding upstairs. And as the night stretched on, Harry and Louis remained entwined in each other's arms, both of them drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep.