Summer Sweethearts [Larry Stylinson] COMPLETE

Chapter 13

They stumble into Harry's bedroom, lips connected as they kick the door shut, before falling on the bed, lips, arms, and legs tangled. They giggle as they lie down to take a breath. Harry however almost instantly turns over again to connect their mouths together in another messy kiss. Louis instantly kisses back, intertwining his fingers with Harry's curls to pull him closer. He needs him to be impossibly close.

He wants to get up, but Harry won't let him. Instead the boy pushes him down and moves himself in Louis' lap. Being on top, Harry has the upper-hand, forcing Louis to just let go as he grounds their hips together, already feeling the warmth building up in between his legs. He lets out a groan.

The curly haired pulls away, only for his plump lips to leave a wet, messy path along Louis' throat, making him moan underneath him. It feels absolutely amazing.

"I told you I've wanted to get my mouth on you for ages." Harry says, almost shyly.

"I've liked you for a long time too." Louis confesses in a small voice when Harry kisses him once more. He still can't believe he gets to do that.

Harry wiggles out of his pants, and pulls the sheets over them. "Then you won't mind if I ask you something?"

"What?" Louis asks with a small smile as he looks up at Harry.

"Louis Tomlinson..." He speaks up solemnly, supporting himself on one elbow so he can look Louis in the eyes. "Will you be my big spoon?"

"Ged 'ere, you fooking loser." Louis smiles as he positions them, before snuggling into Harry's back. He smells like sweat and faintly like shower gel and like something that's just completely Harry. And Louis couldn't be happier with how this summer camp has turned out. A year later, he has the summer camp love story he desperately wanted.