Parallel Lines » Larry Stylinson

Chapter 40 - Louis

"Th-that was amazing," Harry huffs, his body relaxing under me. 

"I love you," I say, kissing his nose. His hand lies limp on my waist. Just a few seconds ago, they were gripping onto my waist for dear life, fingernails cutting deep red crescents into my trembling skin as I released all over his stomach. 

We lie there, me on top of him, sticky from sweat, high from the heat. 

"I love you more," Harry says, his voice thick and raspy. "That was... God. That was fucking amazing, Lou." His green eyes illuminate in the dark, wide, his pupil full. "I loved it when you whispered such naughty things into my ear," he smirks. "Didn't know you did so well in bed." 

"You've been missing out," I chuckle and climb off him. 

"Where are you going?" 

"Shower. Wanna join me, princess?" I pick up our clothes, that was littered all over the floor, and throw them into a laundry basket. 

"Heck, fuck, yeah, of course," Harry stutters and crawls off the bed, his movements stiff and mechanical, calming down from the high. 

Harry moves behind me in two swifts steps and wraps his large arms around my biceps. He bends down and kisses me on the back of my neck, causing my back to arch slightly. 

"More of that in the shower, babe," Harry says, and pulls away, taking my hand at the same time. He guides me into the bathroom, and under the shower head. He moves his hands up my spine, and I whimper as his hands roam my body again. The water comes on, pouring down on us, steaming hot. His touches get me hard all over again. 

"H-Harry," I breathe as he moves to get the shampoo. He leathers it into my hair, his fingers doing wonders, massaging into my scalp. "That feels lovely," I sigh and relax into him. I let him wash my hair and try to savor the moment. I few days ago, I couldn't imagine doing this with the person I love, yet alone be with him. And now, look at us, we can't get enough of each other. 

Harry moves down to my shoulders, rubbing circles there. I relax further and let his hands move expertly. "Since when did you learn how to massage?" 

"I dunno," Harry mumbles. "Figured this is how you do it," he says, thumbing my shoulders gently. "Wanna make you feel good." 

"Well you've succeeded," I say. "Let me do you?"

Harry turns around and I grab the soap. I wash his hair, my fingers combing through his wild curls, and I plant a kiss on his back. I leather him with soap, his back, his chest, biceps, his bum. 

"Lou!" he giggles as I give it a gentle squeeze. 

"You've been doing squats," I observe. "Since when?" 

"Just wanted you to notice me, babe," Harry grins and I laugh. "All for you, Lou." 

"Well I certainly do appreciate, Harry," I say, giving it another squeeze. "But we all know who has the better arse here." 

"God, I love it when you're so confident," Harry grabs my waist. "You're so sexy like that," he smiles and kisses my forehead. 

I flush and close my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder. The water creates a barrier between us and the world, and I fall in love with the moment. Just Harry and I, two incomplete souls, made complete, bonded into something even stronger than who we were before. 

"I'm never leaving you," I say, my eyes fluttering shut. I breathe in his scent of soap and boy. His love is like a magnet, pulling me in, and no matter how hard I try, its magnetic pull is too strong for me to escape it's orbit. 

"What do you want to do later?" Harry asks. "I'm not really tired. I want to spend more time with you." 

"We can cuddle," I say as I let the water rinse away all the remaining soap from our bodies. Harry grabs a fluffy towel for himself, and passes me one as well. I take it and thank him, and wrap myself in it. 

"Kitten," Harry motions me to go to him. He sits at the end of the bed, wrapping his hair in his towel into a white fluffy turban. I pad across to the floor and stand in between his legs. "You're adorable," Harry chuckles, taking my hands and kissing my knuckles one by one. "You're so small-"

"Hey!" I slap his shoulder playfully.  

"Well you are. My kitten," he pulls me down so that I can sit on his lap.

"I didn't know you had a weird roll playing fetish," I say as he kisses me softly. 

"What?" Harry laughs and bids me to stand up again. He unwraps me from my towel and lays it on the bed, covering the mess we've made before. "Room service's gonna get nightmares if they see this," he laughs again. I stand in front of him, naked, every part of me exposed. By instinct, I hug myself, covering my chest. 

Despite us showering together just now, and also having sex, I still feel a little insecure over my body. All my confidence has drained as Harry's eyes roam my exposed body. 

"Hey," Harry coos, taking my hands and peeling my arms away from my chest, so that I'm no longer hiding myself. "You're beautiful, love," he pulls me down once again, and he lies down himself. His turban comes off, long brown hair spilling everywhere, creating a halo around his head. Angel. 

I blush as Harry cradles me into his arms. I feel his muscles under me relax, and I finally loosen up against him. Our bodies are no longer parallel. They're tangled, our limbs like vines, twisting around one another, our skin on fire, itching for more of each other's touch. 

"You're an angel," I tell him as he kisses me. 

"And you're my kitten," he chuckles. I give him a gentle shove on the arm. 

"Your fetish scares me," I laugh along with him. "A lot." 

"What? You're small. You're soft. You're cute." 

"I'm not small!" I giggle again and bury my head in the crook of his neck. Harry wraps his arms around me. His laughter shakes us both, and I feel so in love. 

"Fine, fine," Harry runs his hands through my drying hair. "But you're still my kitten." 

I close my eyes and smile. We stay in silence for a while, slowly drifting off in each other's arms. 

a/n: but Louis acting as a kitten on James Corden's lap omg. I can't. xoxo

-R