An English Crisis || Larry Stylinson || #WATTYS2016

Jealousy, Truth, and Following

"Get your dick off me please." Harry groaned as he slowly began to wake up to a naked Louis straddling his lap.

"Haz, baby, you like it when I wake you up like this." Louis pouted as he used his index finger to trace the butterfly adorning Harry's torso, making him shudder.

"I know I do love, but I'm tired." Harry says as he closes his eyed and threw his arm over his face.

"Fine. No dick for you for a week." Louis speaks as he gets up off Harry and stands next to the bed with his arms crossed over his chest and a pout present on his lips.

"I'm sorry boo. Can you ever forgive me?" Harry spoke as he placed his hand on Louis waist.

"No, its too late baby Tarzan, I have to get dressed for a lunch with the chorus teacher down the hall from me." Louis spoke.

"Peter pan? Really a lunch with Mrs. Cross?" Harry spoke.

"Yes baby Tarzan. Now let me get dressed." He says kissing the back of Harry's hand and walking away, purposely swinging his hips to get a rise out of Harry.

Literally.

Harry rolled his eyes and looked at Louis and smiled, laying back down in bed and looking up at the ceiling and closing his eyes, falling back into a deep sleep. It was Saturday and Louis was finally finished getting ready, smiling at himself in the mirror in the bathroom, using his hand and making sure it was quiffed to perfection. He smirked and blew a kiss to himself before taking a selfie, posting it on Instagram and shutting the light off and walking out.

"I'll be back Haz." He smiled and waved at Harry, walking out of the door and towards his car -that Harry bought him- making him smile at the memory.

Louis put the key in the hole, about to drive off but then remembered that he left his wallet inside, so he got out and went back up the sidewalk, towards the door, and unlocked it, walking back inside. He went over to the couch remembering that's where he fell after him and Harry came home from a small bar down the street.

"Alright Haz, be careful. I can't really bloody understand where we are either." Louis spoke as he stumbled into their house, with a wasted Harry on his arm.

"Louis, can you fuck me with a pickle? Right now." Harry spoke, his words jumbled together.

"What?" Louis asked as he looked at Harry with furrowed eyebrows and a frown on his face.

Although Louis has a few drinks, he wasn't nearly -or even close for the matter- to how smashed Harry is. Louis sighed and pushed Harry so he landed on the couch instead of the floor, startling Harry causing him to grab onto Louis for dear life, and pulled him down with him. His wallet and phone all fell out of his hands when this happened, and Harry rolled over so he was placing off of his weight onto Louis.