We Are Infinite - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 22

A/N: im half asleep. and exhausted. and pissed. so here. its kinda stupid i think, but whatever. i hope you guys like it, vote, comment, follow, etc. sorry for mistakes, not editing cus i honestly cant bring myself to care enough. bye. 

i still love yalls though x

Chapter 22

HARRY POV

Harry held his breath as he closed the guest room door and slowly walked down the hallway. Once he reached the living room, he let everything out shakily, leaning with his back against the wall. He tipped his head back and looked up at the popcorn ceiling, maybe moving too quickly because the back of his head thudded quite loudly against the wall, but he didn't really notice. He was too busy focusing on hyperventilating and his erratic heartbeat.

What was that?

What the fuck was that?

Harry shut his eyes, trying to replay the scene in his mind. Every single beautiful second in which Louis unmistakably checked him out, every single second in which Harry could have sworn he saw lust and appreciation in Louis' eyes, every single fucking second in which Louis blushed and stuttered when he spoke.

Holy fucking shit.

Wow.

"Are you okay?"

Harry jolted up from where he was still leaning against the wall, seeing his mum looking at him with concern. "Erm, yeah, yeah I'm fine. Great. Fantastic, actually, no need to worry."

Anne raised her eyebrows at her son. "Where's Louis?"

"Oh, just, erm, just unpacking in his room."

"Okay..." She eyed him skeptically. He smiled sheepishly.

She gave him one last concerned look before turning around and heading back to the kitchen. As soon as she was out of sight, he exhaled loudly leaned against the wall again.

"Haaaaaz! I'm ready for my grand tour now!" Harry heard Louis call out in a posh accent. He giggled, despite himself, and turned to walk back down the hallway. "In that case, madam," Harry said poshly, offering Louis his arm, "Let me escort you."

Louis sputtered indignantly. "I am NOT a girl, thank you very much! I can do things myself!" He crossed his arms and turned his nose up, his back to Harry. Harry chuckled. "Lou-"

He was cut off by Louis lifting his palm up towards Harry without even turning around to face him. "Don't even," he said saucily.

Harry stared at Louis for a few moments before exploding into laughter, cackling at Louis' extraordinarily sassy facial expression and hand gesture.

Louis looked shocked that he was laughing, but the second his face revealed his emotions, it became a blank slate. "Hmph," he said, crossing his arms again, only making Harry laugh even harder.

"Sorry love," Harry panted after he finally stopped laughing, the pet name slipping out before he could even think about it. "I just wanted to protect my damsel in distress." He winked at Louis, who rolled his eyes. "Oh Harold!" Louis said in a girly voice. "Save me!" He pretended to pass out, letting his body fall limp toward Harry, who caught him. Harry erupted in giggles as he tried to straighten Louis up, but Louis remained limp and unmoving. "Louuuu come onnnnn get upppp," Harry teased whinily. "Why, am I too heavy for you Haz? It's my bum isn't it, it's always been too fat," Louis joked. "Oh god no, your bum's perfect Lou," Harry reassured him, but then froze.

What'd he just say?

He swallowed hard, but thankfully, Louis didn't think much of the comment. He just laughed in response. "Flattery won't get you anywhere, Styles. I'm still mad at you for calling me a girl."

Finally, Louis stood up a bit, and turned to face Harry, whose arms were still around him, and buried his face into Harry's shoulder, pulling him into a long hug. Harry smiled and reciprocated, pulling him close, sighing happily.

They stayed like that for a while.

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A few extremely fun and Louis-filled days later, it was New Year's Eve at the Styles household, and as she did every year, Anne was throwing a huge party to celebrate. And again, like every year, she bit off more than she could chew, and was now completely, totally overwhelmed.

Harry was lounging on the couch, listening to his mother talk to herself and stress and worry, while Louis was in the shower. He was thinking about how him and Louis had gone out for breakfast together that morning, and how gorgeous Louis' bright blues looked and the crinkles that formed in the corners of his eyes when he laughed.

Suddenly, Anne rushed into the room, shoving a piece of paper in his face. "Harry dear, can you run to Sainsbury's for me? Here, take this list, get two of everything on it and be back as quickly as you can, thanks!" Anne practically ran out of the room before Harry could respond.

Bewildered, Harry sat there, staring blankly at the list for a few seconds. When he came to his senses, he stood up. "Louuuuu we're going shopping!!!" he called down the hall. He heard Louis muffle/yell something in response but didn't even try to figure out what it was, and decided to wait for Louis in the guest room.

He jumped onto Louis' bed, burying his face in the pillows. They smelled like Louis.

Was that creepy?

Not really. Right?

Louis was right, this bed really was comfy. It was actually more comfortable than Harry's own.

Harry heard humming, and the shower door in the adjoining bathroom opening and closing. That must be Louis.

Harry got out of Louis' bed, opting to lean against the wall again because maybe Louis walking in on Harry sniffing his pillows wouldn't be too easy to play off as a joke.

He was shifting his weight to the wall when the bathroom door swung open. Louis walked out with a towel around his waist.

ONLY a towel around his waist.

See, that was a problem. Because Harry wasn't quite balanced on the wall yet, and, uh, he might have maybe slipped a little?

Basically, Harry ate it face first on the ground the second Louis walked in.

"Oh my god Haz are you okay?! Here, let me help you! What happened?"

Louis grabbed Harry's arm and helped him stand up, the towel sliding lower and lower down his waist.

Harry blushed scarlett. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just..." Harry trailed off, Louis' perfect upper body distracting him. His biceps were to die for, his collarbones were aoijfoewjfoiej and god help him because Harry couldn't take it anymore. He had such a perfect v-line and he had the cutest little tummy and. Well. Harry wanted to die. Right then and there.

And then he realized that he was doing to Louis what Louis had done to him earlier, and blatantly checking him out. He blushed again (nothing new there). "I just, erm, Mum wants us to go to the grocery store, I was wondering if, erm, if you'd wanna go now? I mean after you're dressed of course because, erm, you couldn't go without clothes but like, yeah, so, do you, erm, do you wanna go now? After you're dressed? Because...yeah."

Louis was watching him speak, looking as though he was trying not to laugh. Great. Harry was definitely completely humiliating himself. To the extreme.

And what was worse, the entire time Harry was talking, he had to force himself to look away from Louis more and more visible crotch, as the towel slipped lower and lower. It was so fucking difficult, and he gave in a few times, and he knew Louis saw him look.

Louis pulled up the towel with a smirk. "Yeah, sure. Get outta here so I can change, and then we'll go."

Harry couldn't speak, he just nodded and shakily walked out the door and toward the living room, feeling completely and utterly humiliated.

Could he be any more fucking obvious?