fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Thirty-Four

Mood: If I Could Fly by One Direction

Louis woke up to something prodding his arse. He groaned and shuffled away from the movement, scooting closer to the warm body wrapped around him.

Suddenly there was a sharp slap to his arse, making his eyes open and a yelp escaping his lips. He sat up, looking for who assaulted him, with wild eyes.

Eleanor stood at the edge of the bed, a smirk on her lips.

"What the fuck?" Louis whined, "How did you get in here?"

"One of the guards gave me a key. Seems like you two had quite a fun time." She wiggles her eyebrows and Louis blushes, covering himself quickly. This isn't the first time Eleanor has invaded his privacy in this way.

"Shut up." Louis mumbles and he could hear Harry stirring beside him. He was completely under the blankets, only a small portion of his hair peaking out from the covers.

Eleanor only snickers before walking out of the room, waving the keycard in her hand as if it was a trophy. Louis cursed her quietly before leaning over Harry. He groaned as he woke up, keeping his eyes shut, and searched blindly for Louis.

"Morning love." Louis whispers, slipping his hands through his curls, massaging his scalp softly. Harry smiles softly, his eyes still closed as he grabbed Louis' hands and pulled them down to his face. He kisses his knuckles lazily as he finally opens his eyes. His green irises stared back at Louis' blue ones, soft and tired.

"Morning." He mumbles, his voice deep and languid. Louis smiles down at him.

"Who was in here?" He asks and Louis rolls his eyes.

"The witch from down the hall." Harry lets out a deep chuckle and Louis falls in love with the sound. His voice was just so deep and fuck. He surged forward and kissed him softly, Harry letting out a surprised noise before kissing back. He honestly didn't care whether their breaths smelled or the fact that Louis' arse felt like it was on fire.

All he cared about was Harry's lips on his, his body pressed against his, skin warm and soft.

Harry pulls away, smiling widely.

"You're so goddamn pretty." Louis blushed at the comment, hiding his face in the crook of Harry's neck.

"Am not." He mutters and Harry raises an eyebrow.

"Oh? Do I have to prove you wrong? I could spend all day pointing out everything that's beautiful about you." Harry murmurs, leaning down to kiss the edge of his jaw.

Louis rolls his eyes and giggles--why the fuck is he giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush?

"You're such a sap." Louis mumbles and Harry grins, giving him a chaste kiss.

"You know you like it."

"Sadly."

Harry snickers and stands up from the bed, his pert bum in full view. Louis blushes and looks down when Harry smirks at him.

"Come on. Let's take a shower. We've got a very exciting day ahead of us."

****

Exciting was exactly what it was. Harry took Louis and Eleanor to the stadium where Harry's concert would be and messed around with the staff and each other.

One of the stage crew members that went by the name of Danny brought a football and they played footie for a while. Eleanor was talking with Harry's stylist, Lou Teasdale, asking about God knows what.

When the day drew to a close and Harry's concert was coming to a start, they sat on the edge of the catwalk, Harry with a notebook in his lap.

"Okay okay. I got some lyrics. How about 'I've got scars. Even though they can't always be seen.' I don't know." Louis says, shrugging his shoulders. Harry smiles, jotting down the words in his perfect chicken scrawl. He writes some other lyrics and smiles.

"Care to sing with me? You have a beautiful voice." Harry asks and Louis blushes, shaking his head.

"Come on. It's only us." Louis rolls his eyes and sighs before nodding.

Harry grinned, starting the song, his voice thick and smooth and just utterly perfect. He sang the lyrics such passion and stared at Louis with such ardor it was almost suffocating.

"If I could fly I'd be coming right back home to you. I think I might give up everything just ask me to..."

Louis closed his eyes and listened as Harry sang, his breath being knocked out of him. Suddenly it was quiet. Louis opened his eyes and looked at the taller boy.

"Go on. I think this part is perfect for you." Harry pushes the notebook towards him and Louis runs his fingers over the words before singing.

"I've got scars, even though they can't always be seen. And Pain gets hard but now you're here and I don't feel a thing. Pay attention I hope that you listen cuz I let my guard down. Right now I'm completely defenseless."

They stared at each other while they sang the chorus together.

"For your eyes only, I'll show you my heart. For when you're lonely and forget who you are. I'm missing half of me. When we're apart. Now you know me. For your eyes only."

They trail off and Harry has a stupid grin on his face as he leans forward and kisses him quickly, tossing the notebook aside and reaching his hands forward and cupping Louis' face in his hands.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." Harry repeats, in between the kisses.

"I love you too." Louis whispers and suddenly there's someone clapping behind them on the catwalk. They turn around and see Eleanor and some other stage crew members with a look of awe on their face.

"What?" Louis asks and Eleanor smiles.

"Erm--Mr. Tomlinson? You have an amazing voice." One of the stage crew workers says. Louis remembers her as Stacy. Louis blushes and looks away. Harry was still grinning, intertwining their hands together.

"Thanks? It's nothing special though." Louis shrugs and he could hear Harry scoff next to him.

What he doesn't expect to happen next was the round of applause from the stage crew workers and Eleanor and even Harry.