fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Fourteen

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OPINIONS?????

BEAUTIFUL I CRI

++++ I WANT TO WRITE A NEW STORY ABOUT LIKE HARRY'S AN X FACTOR JUDGE AND LOUIS' A CONTESTANT. SHOULD I????? ANSWER PLEASE :))))

Mood: Nothing Without Love by Nate Ruess

Louis woke up with strong arms wrapped around him. He felt the tickle of Harry's breath on his neck. Louis turned slightly staring at Harry with a smile. This was his epiphany. He felt so connected to this beautiful boy. He knew the way he felt about him wasn't some small crush someone has on a celebrity. This was something real.

He checked the time on the nightstand. Eight in the morning. He shifted in a sitting position, Harry's arms searching for the warmth that he lost. When he noticed Louis wasn't there, he furrowed his eyes, huffing in his sleep.

"Wake up, Harry." Louis whispered, tracing his tattoos on his right arm. Harry's eyes fluttered open, confused at first then a smile breaks on his face.

"Morning." he mumbles and oh my God, his voice sounded...fucking amazing. Louis felt his stomach do a small jump because wow, Harry was utterly perfect.

"Do you want me to make you some breakfast?" Louis offers. He mentally face palms because he can't cook for shit.

"If you don't mind? That would be amazing." Harry says, sitting up. He leans into Louis, resting his head on his lap.

"M'so tired." He groans. Louis' heart jolts and he giggles.

"You can take a shower if you want." Louis offers, and Harry juts out his bottom lip.

"Do I smell?" Louis laughs.

"No, but it might wake you up. Your breath on the other hand..." Louis pinches his nose and smiles at Harry's pout.

"Meany."

"You're literally twenty years old."

"And your point is?"

"Why are you calling me a meany?"

"Because you said my breath smells. For the record...yours is worse." Harry says sitting up again. He stands up and stretches. Louis can't help but stare at the way his back muscles flexed. Harry turned, catching him staring and smirks.

"See something you like?"

"What? I wasn't staring. I'm gonna go make breakfast." He rushes out of the room, his cheeks turning crimson red. He could hear Harry's laugh echoing through the flat. He quickly brushes his teeth and heads into the kitchen, grabbing the box of Lucky Charms and serving himself a bowl. He eats it gingerly until he hears footsteps making their way to the living room.

He looks up to find Harry giggling hysterically with--oh no--his cardboard cut out of himself. Louis instantly stood up, rushing over to Harry.

"Where did you get that! Stop laughing!" Louis' face was as red as a tomato.

"Why...do you have...this?!" Harry yells out between his laughs.

"I--ugh! El bought it for me! Put it away before I die of embarrassment!" Louis says taking it from his hands and running back to his room, shoving it under his bed. When he turned around, Harry was leaning against the doorframe, smiling widely.

"I hate you." Louis grumbles. Harry laughs before grabbing his spare clothes and making his way to the bathroom.

"You can serve your own cereal!" Louis shouts causing another loud laugh from Harry. He makes his way back to the living room and finishes his cereal. Eleanor walks in, her hair looking like a bird laid a nest in it. She served herself a bowl of Coco Pops and took a seat across from Louis.

"Harry found my cardboard cut out."

"I heard." She said, yawning. They sat quietly for a few minutes, listening to the shower turn on and off a few minutes later. Eleanor had finished her cereal and made her way back to her room to get ready to take a shower. Harry walked into the living room, and Louis didn't expect what he saw. The tall lad stood there, a towel wrapped around his waist, hanging dangerously low. His hair was dripping wet.

"What looks better? This shirt or this one?" He held up two shirts, both equally hideous. One was a black polka dot button up and the other was a sheer black button up with a vibrant floral pattern in the front.

"Uh--um--" He tried to look at his eyes, not how low the towel was or what would happen if the towel dropped.

"The--sheer one." He finally manages. Harry nods and leaves without another word. He emerges a few minutes later, wearing black skinnies, the sheer shirt and no shoes. Louis was still just in his sweats. Louis stood up and made his way to the kitchen, discarding his bowl. He made his way back to the living room and stood in front of Harry who now sat on the couch.

"I thought I told you to serve your own cereal."

"Not hungry anymore." Harry replies before gripping Louis' hips and pulling him down onto his lap. Louis let out a small yelp, before straddling him, his legs on either side of Harrys'.

"What are you--"

He's cut off by Harry's lips crashing onto his own. It took Louis a second to comprehend what was happening before he began to kiss back. His hands found their way to his neck, pulling him closer. Harry's hands were all over him, touching his bare chest, his hips, and he even dared to squeeze his bum a bit. Louis yelped at the contact, before kissing back feverishly.

The room started to feel hot, as Louis kissed down his jaw. He felt his lips against his neck and collarbone. Louis moved his shirt aside before leaving a mark on the middle of his chest, in-between the sparrow tattoos.

"Louis." Harry groaned low in his throat.

"Hmm..." Louis made his way back to his lips, attaching their lips again. The kiss was messy, a clash of teeth and tongue but God, it was good, so so good--

Then he heard a camera click. Louis instantly pushed himself away with a yelp, landing on his bum on the floor. He turned to find Eleanor smiling sheepishly at the two boys.

"El!" Louis yells, standing up, his cheeks red.

"What? It was hot."

Lmao same El.

Sorry this chapter sucks. I just wanted to update :)