The College Experience [Larry Stylinson boyxboy]

Chapter Twenty Seven

"Louis?" Harry asked, stepping into Niall and Liam's house. He checked his phone quickly. 

L: Meet me at N and Li's house at 7 tonight- it's a surprise :)))) 

He took a steadying breath and called out for Louis again. 

"Sorry, sorry, babe!" Louis said, rushing out to the front entrance to meet Harry. "Was in the middle of something." He tipped his head up a little to give Harry a slow kiss and then a hug. 

"Is something going on?" Harry asked, looking around a little nervously. 

"I heard that you were stressed," Louis said, gently rubbing Harry's back. "I wanted to take care of you for the night." 

"I'm fine," Harry mumbled into Louis' shoulder. "Mm not stressed." 

"Just let me take care of you, Hazza." 

"Okay," Harry whispered, nodding a little, pulling Louis closer and resting his head on his shoulder. 

Louis pulled away after a moment, and kissed Harry on the cheek. "I ran you a bath," he smiled, squeezing Harry's hands and leading him to the bathroom. "Lots of bubbles, lots of candles... let me know when you're done and we'll cuddle up and watch a movie okay? Your pick tonight." Louis pushed open the bathroom door, and Harry's eyes widened a little at how cozy Louis had made it look. 

Harry looked at the bathtub full of bubbles and the little vanilla scented tea-lights Louis had scattered around the bathroom, and finally to the bathtub full of warm, soapy water. "Can you... can you come in with me?" Harry asked, biting on his lower lip nervously. 

"Of course I can," Louis said. "If that's what you want." 

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "Yeah I do. Please," he added as an afterthought.  

"Okay," Louis said. "You can get in first, I won't look or anything." 

"I don't mind," Harry said softly, pulling off his grey knit sweater. 

Louis could feel his heart racing, slamming against his rib cage as Harry took off his thin white t-shirt, his black skinny jeans, and finally his little white lace-trimmed pale blue panties. 

"Your turn," Harry whispered. 

Louis didn't feel as eloquent as Harry as he wriggled out of his too-tight jeans and his old baseball tee but his boyfriend was staring at him with absolute wonder in his eyes. Louis paused a bit before shucking off his grey striped boxer shorts. He honestly felt more self conscious about his stomach being exposed than about taking his boxers off. 

"You're so gorgeous," Harry murmured. 

"You too, babe," Louis said, trying not to stare where he wanted to, but his eyes kept flickering down... he couldn't help it. Louis quickly stepped into the tub, sinking down into the bubbles. 

Harry settled down in front of Louis, between his legs so his back was resting against his chest. 

"Mmm... it smells like lavender," Harry said, letting himself relax against Louis' chest, feeling the water surround them. 

"I bought special stress relief soap," Louis admitted. "Was hoping it might help."

"That's so sweet of you," Harry said, and he tucked his chin into the curve of Louis' shoulder. 

"Even bought a loofah," Louis said, picking it up off the edge of the bathtub. 

Harry giggled, and snuggled closer into his boyfriend, loving the feel of their soapy skin pressed together under the warm bath water.