fuckboy love [larry]

[twenty three]

harry's party dress xx

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harry was getting dressed for the party at niall's. he got out his little black dress and braided his hair in two side braids. the curly boy applied light makeup in his face and observed himself in the mirror. he was nervous, this would be the first official party with louis as his boyfriend, not as the fuckboy chasing him.

he was curious as to how louis would act.

he's taken away from his thoughts as the familiar honk of louis's car is heard. he checks himself in the mirror one more time before rushing downstairs, waving to his mother as he passes her. louis has stopped honking and waves his hand from the open window.

"get in!" he shouts enthusiastically as harry gets in and smiles at the boy at his left. "hey babe." the curly boy says as he gives him a peck on the lips. louis backs away from the styles driveway and they're off to the party.

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there weren't many people as they arrived, which was a surprise. niall is the guy who's party you want to attend. they probably just arrived early, harry thought. and he was right, as a flood of people started coming through the door merely thirty minutes later.

the curly boy was attached to louis's side with a drink in hand. his boyfriend kept going to see people and presenting him as his boyfriend. harry was happy and always had a blush, so he was happy he was drinking and could blame it on the alcohol.

suddenly, halsey started playing and harry couldn't help but pull louis away from his acquaintances to go dance on the makeshift dance floor. they grooved to the alternative sounds of the singer and stayed close. a slow dance played next, and louis pulled harry close, enclosing his arms around the taller boy's waist. harry timidly laced his arms around louis's shoulders, his boyfriend's cologne's smell entrapping him in a spell that lasted the whole song.

they slowly let go of themselves as louis dragged him to an open seat of the sofa that was positioned a bit further from their emplacement. louis plopped his big bum on the seat and dragged harry down on his lap, lacing his arms on the boy's hips. the fuckboy smiled happily as he rested his head on harry's shoulder.

"having any fun?" he enthusiastically asked as a girl handed him a drink, that he willingly took with gratitude. harry nodded.

"yah, i'm just wondering where all our friends are, especially liam." he answered with a gentle shrug, not wanting to hurt louis's chin. louis nuzzled his head in harry's neck, whispering, "but then they'd steal your attention and i don't want that." he sucked a bit on the fragile pale skin to mark his statement. harry shivered in delight and arousal.

"then let's hide somewhere." the curly boy said as he stood up and grabbed his boyfriend's hand. they walked upstairs.

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"so now that we're alone in this room, what do you wanna do?" louis asked as the lay on the bed, their hands intertwined between them. harry shrugged yet again. "just kinda wanna cuddle." he responded with a tiny smile, showing of his dimples louis couldn't help but kiss softly.

"well, teenagers like us usually go upstairs to smash, y'know? but i doubt that's what you had in mind when you said to go hide." louis says as he turns to look into harry's forest green eyes that captivate him every time. the angelic boy just smiles and nods.

"i love that you understand me so well." he says with a dreamy sigh full of admiration.

"well, more like you're a big virgin." louis says with a sarcastic tone, letting harry know he's only joking.

"you ruined the moment!" harry jokes with a pout, and louis pecks it. he roams his free hand on harry's leg, bringing it up on his waist. "your leg looks good like this." louis says as he eyes the curly boy's thigh.

harry hums as he closes his eyes. "let's just tell each other secrets. a much better thing to do than sex." louis nods and kisses the feminine boy's forehead. "you start." the feathery haired boy says.

"as a starter, I'll tell you how I came to wear girl's clothes. i'm sure you're at least a lil' curious about that subject," louis nods," so here it goes: at a young age, believe it or not, i used to be very boyish. i loved cars and cartoon shirts, but always had a bit of a sweet tooth for pink stuff. especially glitter, oh how i loved glitter. more than kesha. put some on all my projects. then, in middle school, i did theatre and had a role as a girl. putting on the makeup, the skirts and all that excited me. and i guess it just stuck, i loved it, i felt more like me. don't get me wrong, i didn't fell fake when i wore boys clothes, it just felt better in girl clothing.

also, i keep saying "girl" and "boy" clothes, but i think clothes have no gender, i'm only saying it that way so it's easier to understand. back to my story, my parents well really accepting, my sister probably was the most enthusiastic about it, she like gave me so much clothes and constantly brought me shopping with her, not that i'm complaining. and bullying is a part of my story, but i dealt pretty well with it and most people accept me, seeing as i'm really pretty in anything i wear." harry flipped his hair in a sassy manner to prove his point. "and that, is my story, baby." he said with a laugh.

louis was just smiling fondly at him." you're so amazing. i'm so lucky to have you." they pressed their lips in a kiss. "now it's my turn."

and they continued taking turns, telling heartfelt stories, embarrassing ones. they learned a lot about the other and themselves that night. they also as though their relationship got deeper, it wasn't just sexual attraction anymore. not that it ever was.