c'mon let me ride [larry stylinson] ✔️

4

"Am I dead yet?" shouted Louis over the shrill sound of the motor. His arms tightened around Harry's torso as he pressed against him with his eyes closed; feeling the wind blow into his face and surround his skin like water. He doesn't even know why he got on this motorcycle on the first place, but then he knew that the real reason was because of Harry. "Harry?"

"Open your eyes!" said Harry loudly, and it took all of the confidence that Louis had left to open his eyes; his mouth opening in an o when he sees everything whip past them in the speed of light. He hasn't went this fast on a vehicle before, unless you count the time Niall went over the speed limit and nearly lost control over the car. "Don't be scared. I'm here."

Don't be scared. I'm here. Louis is glad that Harry can't see behind him because he's grinning like a lovesick idiot, and he doesn't ever want to leave this spot on the motorcycle if it meant getting to hold Harry all the time. Even if he is deathly afraid of moving too fast- transportation wise, not relationship wise (Louis will go as fast as Harry wants, no questions asked). "Thank you for saving me. You're like my knight in shining...boots."

"I was hoping you'd notice." replied Harry graciously, taking one foot off of the pedal for a split second to show Louis his encrusted golden boots.

"Don't do that! You could swerve off of the road!" yelled Louis desperately, gripping onto the sides of Harry's shirt as if he was a kitten clawing the edge of a couch, trying to hold on. If Harry kept being this reckless, Louis was going to have to kiss him right here on this motorcycle before anything drastic happened. "Where are we going?"

They weren't going into the direction of their suburbs, and Louis knew this because he hasn't seen these streets since he was six years old. There were stores bunched up together in dimly lit buildings, and there were people standing outside having a laugh with their friends, seemingly forgetting that it was getting dark. Louis watched them all with steady beryl eyes and bit his bottom lip, facing forward so that he could nuzzle his nose into Harry's shirt.

He smelt like mints.

"I figured that you were hungry, so I'm going to stop by a pizza place." said Harry, and the repetition of grease and fat ran through Louis' mind instantly.

The thoughts made his stomach churn unfavorably and he didn't move as Harry parked his motorcycle on the side of the pizza store, wishing that the boy could read his mind and understand that he does not want pizza because bread makes him fat; and his month of exercise would be wasted. "I'm not hungry, but if you are I'll go inside with you."

"I am, but are you sure? What are you going to eat then?" questioned Harry as he took his helmet off and held it in his hands, getting up when he felt Louis' arms drop from his sides.

The space he had made him feel empty inside, so he stood up as well and handed over the helmet when Harry held his hand out for it. "Oh, I'll eat salad when I get home. I'm on a diet."

"Doesn't sound like a fun diet." remarked Harry, his tone skeptical.

It wasn't a fun diet since pizza was his absolute favorite food, but, thanks to his dad, he can't stop thinking about it going straight to his thighs. Sometimes he couldn't stand his parents and how they disregarded his obvious low self esteem. "I need to eat healthier and lighter to feel like it."

"I respect that." Pause. "If my opinion matters, though it probably doesn't to you, you are attractive in my eyes. The way you look now and the way you looked before is beautiful- or handsome. Whichever you prefer."