Larry Stylinson Smut and One Shots

Larry One Shot (AU)

Harry stood there awkwardly staring at himself in the mirror as he tried to talk himself up. He turned on the water and filled his hands with the cool liquid, splashing it on his face.

"Shit." He heard someone mutter and he looked up, eyes widening at the boy beside him.

"Oops." Harry breathed and the short, blue-eyed boy next to him smiled shyly.

"Hi." He whispered and Harry gave him a small smile. He stuck his still wet hand out for the boy to shake. The boy laughed and shook his head. "Mate, your hand is still wet." He said with a beautiful smile and Harry felt all his breath leave his body. He quickly dried his abnormally large hands on his pants and shoved his hand back out.

"'M Harry." He mumbled and the boy laughed softly, shaking Harry's hand.

"I'm Louis. It's nice to meet you." Louis said with a smile and Harry blushed under Louis' intense gaze.

"I-it's nice to meet you t-too." Harry stuttered and Louis smiled at him fondly. Louis opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by someone coming in and telling them that they had to get to the stage. Both boys nodded at the man before looking back at each other.

"Listen Harry. Why don't you give me your phone and I'll put my number in, yeah?" Louis asked and Harry nodded, handing over his phone. Louis quickly typed in the number and handed the phone back over to Harry. "I'll see you later." He said with a smile and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Harry standing there alone with a light blush on his cheeks. Harry looked down at his phone and smiled when he saw what Louis put his name as.

"The Tommo (Cute boy from the toilets)" Harry read and shook his head fondly, following Louis' path out the door. Harry performed his audition perfectly and before he knew it he was put in a band with three other boys, thoughts of Louis and the encounter in the bathroom long forgotten.

That was five years ago and life had been nothing but amazing for Harry and the other members of the band; Liam, Niall, and Zayn. They were touring the world and performing music that they all loved. Liam, Niall, and Harry were all upset when Zayn decided to leave but they knew that the band wouldn't last forever. Liam, Niall, and Harry were still performing all the time and doing countless interviews. No matter how many new numbers Harry got in those five years there was one he didn't delete and that was the boy from the bathroom. Louis. Harry remembered his face and his voice like it was yesterday. He knew he should've called or texted the boy but honestly? He was just way to nervous. Something about that blue eyed boy made Harry's stomach fill with butterflies and his normally pale cheeks turn a dusty rose colour. Harry was currently doing an interview with his good friend Nick Grimshaw on BBC Radio 1.

"As everyone knows we have one of the world's biggest heartthrobs with me today, Harry Styles! We talked to him earlier about One Direction's new cd Made in the AM. Now how about we play a little game?" Nick asked and Harry groaned, making Nick laugh.

"Grimmy, you always have some of the worst games." Harry complained and Nick shrugged.

"But you love me. Today we're going to play call or delete. Rules are that I go through your phone and we select a random number. You either have to prank call this number or delete it. Sound good?" Nick asked and Harry opened his mouth to respond but Nick cut him off. "Good! First one is... Your mum. Prank or delete?" he asked and it went on like that for a while. Nick got Harry to prank not only his mother and his sister but Liam, Josh, Niall, and Sandy. Finally Nick picked the last person to call. "Finally the last person is 'The Tommo'." He read the name and looked up at Harry with a smirk. "So Harry. Call or delete?" he asked and Harry swallowed thickly.

"C-call." Harry stuttered and Nick nodded, pressing the phone icon and holding the phone up.

"Hello?" the somewhat deep voice answered and Nick chuckled.

"Well hello there. My name is Michael and I'm from the local grocery store to tell you that you've won our contest!" Nick said in a deeper voice than his own, attempting to stifle his laughter.

"Sorry mate but I think you've got the wrong number. I never entered a contest." The man on the other line said and Nick shook his head.

"Don't be silly. We never make mistakes. Now here's the manager to tell you exactly what you've won." Nick said and pointed at Harry. Harry cleared his throat.

"Congratulations. You've won a month's supply of hash." Harry said, trying to hide his voice. The man on the phone laughed.

"It's about time you called me, Curly." Louis said and Harry's eyes widened. "Trust me, you can't mask a voice as beautiful as yours no matter how hard you try." He hummed and Harry turned a dark red.

"You remember me?" Harry asked and Louis laughed loudly.

"It's hard to forget the guy who doused you with water in the X-Factor bathroom." Louis said with a smirk and Harry gasped.

"I only got a few drops on you!" Harry protested and Louis chuckled.

"Why don't we meet up for coffee and continue this argument in person?" Louis asked and Harry blushed slightly.

"Sir, are you asking me on a date?" Harry asked and nervously picked at his nails.

"Only if you want it to be." Louis said, a smirk obvious in his voice.

"What time and what shop?"