girl almighty • larry stylinson

nineteen

  chapter nineteen 

It's the morning after when Harry calls. Louis' phone is ringing and he's drunk as fuck; proper shitfaced. Well, he's got a really bad hangover and it's horrible. 

Louis reaches for his phone and answers it, "Hello?" 

"Lou?" Harry asks, hand raising up to scratch at his neck, "You called last night. Well, it was at three in the morning so... you called earlier." 

"What..." Louis pulls back to see the caller ID. His chest grows heavy, "Hi, Harry." 

From Harry's perception, he's not liking where their conversation is going. Louis' tone feels heavy and it's pretty much awkward all of a sudden. 

Harry hesitates, "Are you alright?" 

"Fucking dandy." Louis groans, "Why'd you call?" 

"I just ..." Harry purses his lips, taking a seat on his bed, "I miss you, 's all."

 Louis coughs and it looks like a pitiful one. If Louis' sick, Harry would gladly come over and help. Louis' a stubborn person and an independent one. It's not such a good mix. "Haz, I'm suffering from a very bad hangover right now." 

"Oh." Came Harry's muttered reply, "What hotel are you on? You still have the spare key, right?" 

And Louis' heart swells because Harry does remember, "Yeah." 

"Then come over--" Harry cuts himself off quickly, "No. You're hangover so I'm not letting you drive."

 "It's a hangover, Haz, not a terminal disease." 

"No." Harry's already got his coat, phone car keys and his house keys, even his wallet, "What hotel are you on?" 

"Transylvania." 

"Funny, Louis." Harry snorts under his breath, "I'm coming to get you." 

Louis' never said a name faster before that. 

// 

It's like they forgot that they've only been separated for three weeks and a few days. It's crazy, because as soon as Louis swings the door open to his hotel room, Harry's tackling him inside with a big bear hug and Louis loves his hugs so fucking much that he melts."Fuck, I missed you. Three weeks, almost four." Harry breathes out. 

Louis chuckles weakly, "Well, we never called." 

"I know. I'm so stupid." Harry groans. 

"You didn't..." Louis slightly afraid, "You didn't mean that, don't you?" 

"Louis..." Harry cups Louis' face. Even in a horrible start of the morning, Louis still looks beautiful, "Of course I never meant that. Funny, even in a break, I'm still so busy." 

"With Xander..." Louis mutters but quickly changes it, "Come on. I want to lay down." 

Harry grabs Louis' wrist and pulls him to the bed. He removes his boots and jeans before he climbs up, opening his arms for Louis' settle himself into. Louis does, and they lay down like that. Louis' arm is over Harry's stomach and and he's cuddling closer and closer-- 

"Your breath smells like medicine, and a little bit of alcohol." Harry observes but doesn't pull away. 

"'S why we have hangovers." Louis says, "We drink alcohol." 

"Why?" Harry asks, "I've seen pictures going around. You've been drinking like crazy lately." 

"I haven't drank in ages, Haz." Louis nuzzles his face closer, "Give me a break."

 Harry hugs him closer instead, "What are your plans for the rest of our break? We still have a month before we're back to everything again." 

"I'll probably stop by my nan's for a bit." Louis shrugs, looking through his brain for more, "How about you?" 

Harry smiles a little, "I wanted to like, go on a boat trip." 

"Oh." Louis nods, "Who's coming with you? Des?" 

Harry answers with a kiss on Louis' temple, "Would you want to come with me?" 

Louis tries to keep his emotions down, pretending to hum in thought instead, "I guess I can. Will the boys come, too?" 

"They have their own plans." Harry replies truthfully. Both Liam and Niall are busy with their own lives (or it could be just because they wanted Harry and Louis to get back together even if they weren't in the first place.) 

"I guess I can." Louis leans down to press a kiss on Harry's shirt clad chest. He doesn't know why he did it, but just so it's there.Harry sits up a bit. At the sudden movement, Louis raises his head to see what he's up to. Harry tilts his head down to kiss Louis. He tastes like medicine. It doesn't matter, though, because it's been weeks since they last kissed and Harry's dying inside.It's good, because Louis releases a tiny moan at the feel of Harry's soft lips before he's kissing back, trying to straddle Harry's hips. Harry doesn't react but he keeps his hands on Louis' hips instead of his arse. Louis whines and he tries to buck his hips until Harry pulls away and leans their foreheads together, "Slowly." Harry requests, "Please." 

"Okay." Louis nods and he relaxes again, his hands hooking on Harry's shoulders, "Okay." 

They kiss again. This time, they keep it slow and soft. Louis' on Harry and he's almost leaning onto him. He slides his hand to Harry's hair, so smooth and lovely. He tugs and Harry lets out a moan, biting down on his lip. 

Louis watches it with fascination, "You're beautiful."Harry blushes. Louis then realizes, he needs this boy more than ever. Not horny-need, but love-need. Louis needs Harry to be a part of him and it obviously takes him four, almost five, years for him to know that he's in love.