Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

chapter 6

Ding dong

Louis' doorbell went off. He dashed off to the doorway, before his mum did, and checked himself out quickly in the mirror mounted on the wall. Then his mum walked over.

"Louis, why are dressed so smartly? I thought you just said it was with a few of Liam's friends...?" She questioned. Louis had to think on the spot.

"Yeah, well, you know me, mother. Like to make a good impression." But this seemingly didn't satisfying his concerned mother.

"Right... Well have a great night then!" And with that, she walked off, knowing full well that Louis was dating.

Once Louis made sure his mother turned a corner, he grabbed his jacket, opened the door and walked out, making sure not to open it wide enough in case his mother saw Harry...

... who was looking absolutely incredible.

"Wow... Harry. If I knew you'd gone to all this trouble..." Louis' eyes looked up and down Harry. He was wearing a neat shirt and a blazer with black jeans and boy... he looked the part. He smiled widely.

"Don't be silly Louis, you look amazing." They walked off together. For some reason, Louis' heart was pounding and he felt more awkward than he did the previous night. "Don't feel awkward." Harry said at that precise moment. Then he stopped. "If you feel uncomfortable, just say and we can go home."

Louis also stopped and sighed. "I'm sorry. Look... this is kinda different for me..." He began.

"In what way? How?"

"This is kinda... my first date." An awkward silence descended. Then Harry burst out laughing. Louis couldn't help but smile. "It's not funny! I've never been in this situation."

Harry was now doubled over, having to put his hand on Louis' shoulder for support. Louis pulled Harry up, and they were both looking in to each other's eyes, both giggling madly. Louis licked his lips and Harry found it oh so hot. He leaned in towards Louis, and vice-versa. They were so close now, breathing on each other like before, and Harry could almost taste those plump, delicious looking lips. But then Louis pulled back.

"Sorry. Not until later." He winked. Harry groaned.

"Fine... let's go."

However, they were oblivious to the fact that Dudley and the gang watched that whole scenario, from behind a dustbin.

Louis and Harry were having a great night. They weren't getting any funny looks, and they'd just finished their dinner when the waitress came over.

"All done?" She asked, and when they nodded she took their plates away.

"And can I have the same again, please? Drinks wise, that is..." Harry winked, and the waitress blushed and moved on.

"I saw that." Louis giggled.

"Oh, yeah, sorry... I am a massive flirt, even without realising... you'll have to put with that."

"Are you trying to get me drunk or something?" Louis joked as the waitress came back with two vodka & oranges and a little slip of paper. She hurriedly walked off, while Louis snatched it up and went in to a giggle fit. "I can't believe it... she's given you her number! HA!"

"Yeah right..." Harry snatched it. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Oh well... let's enjoy our drinks. Shame you didn't order any pudding." Louis winked.

"Pudding's later..." Harry slurred. He went over to Louis and made it look like he was whispering in his ear by putting his hand in front of his mouth, but he was gently nibbling Louis' earlobe.

Louis let out a rather loud groan, making the people on the table next to them look.

"Priceless..." Harry took a sip of his drink.

The evening started to drag on. Louis ran out of conversation starters and he started to feel awkward again. Harry picked up on this, so he tried something Louis wouldn't forget...

"Can we play a game?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, sure. What game?"

"It's called Nervous. I put my hand anywhere I want under the table and when you want me to stop you say nervous, I stop. Got it?"

Louis gulped. "Uh-huh."

"Good." Harry remained casual, taking a sip of his drink again, whilst placing his hand on Louis' knee.

"So Louis, how was your morning?" Harry smiled, moving his hand up, edging closer to Louis' thigh.

"Ugh... yeah... good." He breathed heavily. Harry now moved his hand downwards, stroking Louis' inner thigh. It was getting closer to the oh-so noticeable bulge in Louis' chinos. Louis wasn't sure he was ready for this. But before he could say 'nervous', Harry pulled back.

"Let's go." Harry put a few notes on the bill and left, leaving Louis to get up for himself. He hurriedly grabbed his coat, and held it to his crotch when he got up, so no one saw his erection.

They were now nearly at Harry's house, holding hands.

"It's only 8. Why don't you come in for a couple of hours? No one's in..."

So Louis followed him in. They both hung their coats up on the right and then Louis followed Harry in to the living room.

They both plonked on the sofa, where Harry poured them both a double-vodka shot. But it wasn't just one. Out of the cabinet on his left, he topped up shot-glass after shot-glass, and lined them up on the table, until there were three each. Without warning, Harry called:

"3...2...1... DOWN." He bent down to the table; so did Louis. They both downed what they could, but Harry exploded on his third one: vodka spewing everywhere. Louis skilfully down all of his successfully.

"Urgh... gross." Louis squinted.

"How the fuck did you do that? I thought you were an amateur." Harry made the word 'amateur' sound really stupid, and a nearly-drunk Louis started giggling insanely, until it annoyed Harry.

"Okay, be quiet now." But Louis wouldn't stop. "BE QUIET!" He brought Louis' shoulders up so they were both staring at each other. Louis had stopped giggling now. "We've had our first date."

"I know."

"Can we kiss?"

"Of course." With this, Harry smiled, and he leaned forward. Louis did, too. They cocked their heads at different angles and firmly pressed against each other's lips. Harry let go, making a typical kiss noise, and dived straight in for more. It was getting quite heated. They open each other's mouths slowly and started pretty much eating each other's faces. Harry wiped his tongue across Louis' bottom lip and Louis accepted it. They swirled and slashed at each other's tongues, tasting each other's saliva. Harry then let go.

"You're pretty good. You must of had plenty of practice."

"Actually this is my first kiss." Louis confessed. Harry, for some reason, got turned on by this and kissed Louis again, this time his hand snaking up Louis' back to his neck. Harry leaned his body forward so he was on top of Louis on the couch, and rubbed his chest, open-mouthed kissing remaining.

Then Louis moaned into Harry's mouth, and Harry felt Louis' hot breath travel down his throat. Harry let go and started kissing and biting at Louis' neck. Once he found a soft spot, he bit it and sucked it gently, enough to leave a mark, to mark his territory.

"You're mine now." Harry told Louis in a whisper, and resumed kissing the older boy.