fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Nineteen

THEIR NEW SONG WHAT THE FUCK ITS AMAZING IS IT NOT???
I AM IN LOVE

Mood: This Love by Taylor Swift

Harry drove up to the small flat and shook Louis from the backseat.

"Babe, we're here." Harry mumbles. Louis groaned shifting slightly.

"Hm'kay." He moans before sitting up. They were parked in front of Louis' flat. It was past midnight and Louis was sore and tired and buzzed.

He heard Harry chuckle and before he was out of the car and Louis was left alone. A second passed before his door opened Harry had him in his arms, bridal style. Louis let out a yelp, holding onto Harry's neck for support.

"Let's hope I can carry you up four flights of stairs." Harry says looking up at the stairs leading up to Louis' flat.

"I can walk." Louis mumbles, but he secretly hopes for Harry to carry him. And he does.

He stumbles at first but eventually finds his footing, carrying him up the stairs. Louis lazily watched the muscles in his arms as he tightened his arms around the smaller boy.

Finally, they reached Louis' floor, Harry barely huffing. Louis giggles as he's set down, leaving him to find his keys in his pocket. He was shivering slightly when he finally got the door opened. The two boys stumbled inside only to be met by Eleanor sitting on one of the couches, her arms crossed.

"Hey, El." Louis smiles as he closes the door behind them.

"I said be back by ten." She eyed the clock. Almost one a.m.

"Oh don't be such a put down." Louis answered and Eleanor glared daggers at him.

"I've been waiting up for you and I have work tomorrow."

"I have work too." Louis replied. Harry excused himself, heading into Louis' bedroom.

"Okay...how was the date? Where did he take you? Why didn't you answer my texts?" Eleanor rushes, running over to Louis.

"It was amazing. He had a whole picnic thing set up on this cliff side and there were candles and everything!" Louis gushes, "We had wine and macaroons and then we...he--took me home."

Eleanor eyes him with curiosity. Then her eyes widened in realization.

"You had sex!"

"Shut up!"

"Oh my god you did! How was it? Does he have an kinks? Is it true about shoe size--"

"El! Oh my god you're embarrassing!" Louis hisses under his breath hoping Harry doesn't hear. He hears the shower turn on and let's out a breath.

"Just tell me--"

"No. Now go to sleep!" Louis' face was bright red, but he turned away to make sure she didn't notice. He hears her snicker before heading off to her room yelling, 'good night' behind her.

He walks to his room, heading to the shower instead of his bed. His heart beat frantically as he opened the door to the bathroom. The room was foggy and warm, Harry's silhouette behind the shower door.

Harry didn't notice him until he slid the shower door open.

"Can I join?" Louis asks. Harry squeaks before nodding frantically.

"Water conservation." Louis says before stripping his clothes and stepping in. Harry lets out a laugh, pulling him against him.

The warm water fell over Louis, relaxing his muscles. He raised his hands up to Harry's bare chest, feeling the way his soft skin molded into the hard edges of his arms.

"I never noticed..." Harry whispers, kissing his forehead quickly.

"Noticed what?" Louis hums.

"We have matching tattoos." Louis blushed. He knew they had them. It was the only reason he had tattoos in the first place.

"I...um...kinda always got a matching tattoo when you did." Louis looked down. He was crazy. Harry is going to think he's crazy.

But instead he laughs grabbing his right arm and extending it, showing off all of Louis' tattoos.

"Dagger and rose, ship and the anchor..." There were so many. His fingers trailed against Louis' tan skin, tracing every tattoo.

"Do you believe in fate?" Louis asks suddenly. Harry shrugs.

"I don't know. Maybe. It's a huge possibility."

"I feel like...you and I are somehow...intertwined you know?" Louis was speaking gibberish. It was probably due to the wine he drank earlier.

"Yeah. I feel something with you. Something I've never felt with anyone before. I had a boyfriend before and I thought I loved him but this...this is love. I'm sure of it." Harry says, his eyebrows furrowing together in concentration.

Louis' face turns crimson red.

"I'm going to be honest. I'm terrified of falling in love with you." Harry stares at him with a curious expression.

"Why?" He brings his finger up to move away the drops of water falling off Louis' cheeks.

"Because...I'm no one and you're someone. You can have anyone and yet you're here with me. How is that possible?"

"You don't have to be someone for me to love you. You just have to be you." Harry mumbles, connecting their lips. Louis smiles against his lips, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"You know...this isn't good water conservation." Harry mumbles and the two boys laugh. Louis shakes his head and grabs a bottle of shampoo, washing himself.

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Harry had Louis' small waist in his hands, kissing him softly. Their hair was still wet from the shower, the air cold against their skin.

Their lips moved in a slow motion, ardor coming off in waves. The kiss wasn't anything messy, full of passion and happiness. This is was Louis dreamed of. Harry here with him, kissing him as if he was the only one in the world who could make him feel like this.

He moved away from the taller lad, setting himself next to him instead.

"Goodnight Harry." He yawns, nuzzling himself into Harry's neck.

"Goodnight beautiful."

They slept like that, in each other's arms. The cold wind didn't deviate them from the warmth in their bodies, the warmth they felt when their skin touched, the electricity coursing through their veins.