Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 16

The rest of the Easter Holidays was fun. They were quite busy with Uni, and on the last Thursday they all agreed to have a day off songwriting and harmonising and catch up with homework. This meant Harry was bored all day, so he did what he normally did when he was bored: annoy Louis.

"It's so shit, why do you have homework in the holidays?" He moaned, while Louis was scrawling in an exercise book.

"It means less work when we get back." Louis replied shortly.

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Ish."

"What do you wanna be when you're older?"

"Dunno."

"Why aren't you replying to me properly?" Harry tested him, now.

"Yeah, babe, go ahead." But Louis was so engrossed in his homework he hadn't paid attention, so Harry stopped speaking for a while.

"You know, it's soooo hot in here, I think I might just take all my clothes off. There we go." said Harry, and then Louis abruptly turned round.

"Wha? Huh?" He was trapped, so he was forced to smirk. "You got me. Go read a book or something while I finish this essay off."

But Harry moaned. He got up off the bed decided to join Louis at the table, sitting on his thigh.

"Can't we make the most off our time..." He trailed his finger across Louis other thigh. "...and have some real fun...?"

Louis stopped writing, and Harry started to kiss his jawline. As much as he enjoyed it, he knew Harry was wrong. "H...Harry..." He couldn't help but moan when Harry spread his hand over Louis' growing bulge: no, he had to make him stop. "S-stop, Haz." Harry was now starting to kiss the corner of Louis' mouth, signalling for him to kiss him back. So Louis swiveled on his chair, so Harry was sat on his lap, and crash their lips together. Harry was straddling Louis, causing him to moan in his mouth.

Harry deepened the kiss, but then Louis had to stop. "Stop... S-stop, Harry." He knew Harry wasn't going to get off that easily, so he drew back from his mouth and pushed Harry off of him, causing him to loud on his arse, but also hit his head on an armchair with a thunk.

Harry clutched the back of his head and screwed up his face, and Louis put a hand to his mouth, getting on the floor to make his boyfriend better. He pulled Harry up and hugged him, peeling off Harry's hands from his head and rubbing his head with his own hand, the other rubbing circles into Harry's back.

"I'm sorry, Haz, but I was trying to work. It's really important." He pulled back for a second and was saddened to see tears on Harry's face, because of him. "Oh, Harry, I am sorry." He kissed his forehead. "I'll make it up to you."

Harry nodded his head through the pain. "'S okay."

"I'm so sorry." Louis himself was now starting to well up. "Go home and rest the pretty little head of your's. I'll go make us a dinner, tonight, how's that?" He wiped the tears from Harry's face, and removed his hand from Harry's silky-smooth curls, giving him a kiss goodbye.

"'Kay." Harry slowly got up and left, hands back to clutching his head. Louis felt terrible, because Harry was only trying to make him feel better.

Now he needed something to make it up to Harry, and he knew just the thing.

"Thanks, mate." Louis told the bar manager after a long conversation. He walked home with a spring in his stride and couldn't wait to tell Harry. He also made sure Liam, Niall and Zayn came round.

So, at 6pm, his macaroni cheese was ready and everyone helped themselves, except from Harry, because he wasn't due for another 10 minutes.

"So, what's the surprise?" Zayn asked.

"Wait until Harry gets here!" Louis said sternly, so no one else asks him.

"Why do you need to make it up to him, anyway?" Liam asked. Louis cleared his throat awkwardly.

"It's... it's a long story." He made up.

"Ooh, great, tell us, then!" Came the Irish voice of Niall's.

"Okay, then, but you'll regret it. Harry was coming on to me when I was trying to work, so I pushed him off and he hit his head on the wooden bit of the armchair." Louis replied, casually. Liam dropped his fork, but the other two smirked.

"Why did you push him off, fool? I wouldn't mind a bit of..." Zayn started then felt Niall's red-hot death glance at him, so he cleared his throat. "Never mind." He looked down, averting his boyfriend's gaze. Louis started to laugh, and so did Liam, which surprise Louis because normally he went all shy went it came to the gay stuff.

"Hello?" a familiar voice filled the hallway and spilled into the kitchen. "Louis? I got your note, telling me to come in." Harry opened the kitchen door and was surprised to see everyone at the table. Louis stood up and walked over to him, putting his arms on Harry's waist.

"You look amazing, babe." Louis kissed his cheek.

"I thought you said just us two?"

"Yeah, but... well, I have an announcement. Sit down." He gestured his hand towards a chair. Harry sat down.

"Hi." He said to everyone.

"Okay, Louis, he's here now, so tell us now!" Niall spoke up. Zayn took this as a forgiveness, so he looked up and gave Niall a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, I spoke to the Woolpack bar manager, and asked him about us..."

"What, you and Harry?"

"No, you dummy! About the band. He said we could perform on Saturday... that's if it's okay with you guys." Louis looked hopeful at them all, and thought that they'd all be put off. But then they all smiled.

"Well done mate!" They all went up to him and patted him on the back. Except for Harry. Louis looked at him as if to say 'sorry' and to his surprise, Harry smiled, that irresistible smile that showed his perfect, white teeth. Harry looked behind him down the hallway to see if Louis' mum was near, and when he was satisfied he gave his boyfriend a long kiss of forgiveness. Then he whispered in Louis ear.

"I'm finishing my work, later by the way."