Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 7

It was a good half an hour of making out, but now Louis wanted more. He flipped himself and Harry over, so he was on top. He shifted his hands and made his way under Harry's top, feeling the smooth expanse of skin. He then rucked up his hands, wanting Harry to get the message. But Harry didn't lift up his arms.

"Louis...I..." But Louis was too busy kissing and biting at his neck. "Louis, listen..." Again, no reply. "Louis!" He, once again, brought Louis' shoulder up to face him. Louis removed his arms from under Harry's top. "I really want this right now..."

"Good, so what's stopping you?" Louis slurred. Harry hadn't realised that Louis was drunk. He grew extremely annoyed.

"What's stopping me? Well, let me start, I don't want our first time to be a drunken mistake. I'm gonna kick myself tomorrow, because you're an amazing, extremely hot and clever guy and... well, I'm sorry, okay?" Harry pleaded with his eyes.

"It's fine." Louis slurred again, eyes half-closed. Harry pulled him in to a tight hug, and Louis was brought to his shoulder. Harry smelled amazing, Louis couldn't help but wrap his arms round his back.

"C'mon, I'll walk you home."

Louis had slightly sobered up, after the fresh air. "Night Harry." He gave him a peck on the cheek. But then Harry kissed his lips, making Louis blush.

"Night." Harry said. He ran joyfully back to his house, a hop every few steps. He was happier than he had ever been. And the Easter holidays started, which meant that Louis didn't have Uni (he knew because they discussed pretty much everything during dinner, before it got awkward) for the next couple of weeks.

He was still unaware that his old 'friends' were still watching from around the corner.

"He's a faggot. All this time..." Spike began.

"...all this time he's been shagging that twat behind our backs." Rox ended Spike's sentence. Dudley's face was so red, it was quite possibly visible in the near-pitch black.

"No." He began. "We ain't gonna let him get away with dis'. We will make him pay, init." Dudley's voice sounded grave, and deadly serious...

"How's your head, sweetie?" Johannah, Louis' mother, walked in the bedroom with a tray of goodies.

"Morning..." Louis answered, slightly embarrassed that he was shirtless. He hated to expose his skin, but he nearly overheated during the night.

"Oh dear... you're sweating!" Johannah ditched the tray on the bedside cabinet and felt Louis' head. "Oh... you're head isn't hot... must of been a nightmare, dear." She then turned to Louis' arms. "Wow... is this muscle? Have you been working out?"

"Maybe... well, we're having a Sports Day at Uni, soon, for Comic Relief... thought I'd get in shape."

"But, honey, Comic Relief was a fortnight ago."

"Um... it's still an all-year round charity, mum..." Louis shifted uneasily. A brief pause emerged, rather awkwardly.

"Okay, sweetie. I'll leave you to your breakfast." She got off of his bed and walked off, but stopping in the door frame. "And by the way, it isn't the morning." She smiled sweetly and closed the door behind her.

Louis immediately shot a glance at the alarm clock.

13:18.

He didn't think this was that bad... until he realised he hadn't put his clock forward one hour. "Oh shhh-ugar." He nearly swore. He never swore though... late lay-ins... muscle work-outs... swear words... what was happening. Harry was happening.

"Harry!" Louis said out loud. He pulled out his emergency, Nokia brick phone from under his bed and dialed Harry's number, which he learned off by heart.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Harry!"

"Oh, hey Lou. What's up?"

"Just wanted to say sorry about yesterday... it was a bit too far."

Harry chuckled. "I must say, it wasn't like you."

"Why don't you come round mine tonight? I'm sure my mum would love you." The word 'mum' made Harry's heart skip a beat.

"You've... told..."

"NO! NO! Ha... no, just as a friend. Come round at 7ish, yeah?"

"Yeah, sure then. I'm not doing anything in front of her though..."

"That's fine... see you then. Bye Hazza."

"Goodbye, my gorgeous boyfriend." Harry hung up. Louis just stared at the phone for a moment. He'd said that Louis was his boyfriend.