how to: steal someone's boyfriend. [larry stylinson] ✔️

EPILOGUE

** i suck at happy endings a lil so bare with me & last chapter i love you

"Um, I didn't write a speech or anything even though I know I was suppose to. So if I'm going to be honest with you all, I'm just going to wing it. Okay, well, college was absolute hell—wait, sorry, can't say that right? Sorry, college was the greatest part of my life and if I had the option to stay back and do it all over again, I would. Well, I'd do it totally different because my ex cheated on me with a friend of mine. Then Harry stole me from my ex and now—"

"Louis, breathe. Don't bring that up while you're on stage for graduation. Remember that it's your moment." Harry said with a gentle smile, placing his hands on Louis' shoulders to stop the boy from speaking.

They were sitting in their, nearly empty, dorm room preparing for graduation, which was suppose to start in four hours so they weren't even suppose to be in there. But they were and Louis didn't want to spend the rest of his time in rehearsals; he wanted to be with Harry. Harry didn't mind skipping it if it meant getting to listen to Louis practice his speech.

Louis breathed through his nose and nodded sharply, trying not to become annoyed with himself. "Sorry. Okay, college has really been...no, college has played a giant role in my life. I've met so many great people that are still here with me, and I've met some people that aren't, but the similarities that they both have is that they both shaped me into the person I am today. That last part sounds gay, doesn't it?"

"Louis, you are gay."

"Or am I?" Louis asked, then he wiggled his eyebrows, causing Harry to pluck him on his thigh. "Ow, this is what abuse feels like."

"What are you going to do about it?" Harry teased, bringing his fingers down to pluck Louis' thigh once more before he was tackled backward onto the bed.

He squealed as Louis climbed on top of him and began to tickle hum, breaking out into fits of giggles as he tried to escape his boyfriend's hold. He loved moments like these when it was just the two of them alone and they weren't around people who made them blush a lot when they pointed out how touchy him and Louis were—Niall. Suddenly, Louis bent down to kiss Harry, but it was different from how they usually kissed.

This time, it was much more passionate and thought out, it was languid and teasing. Harry kissed back with equally as much want and allowed his hands to grab onto Louis' shirt, tugging on it until Louis got the hint to discard of it. They hadn't had sex before, but Harry knew where this was leading from the way their hips were grinding against each other's. Their kiss was becoming sloppy the more they removed each other's clothes, and Harry found himself moaning when Louis started to rub his hands over his arse.

"Louis," whispered Harry softly, arching his hips off of the bed. "Are we going to...to—"

"Only if you want to." Louis responded breathily, stopping his movements so that he could look Harry in the eye to get his answer. Then he smiled widely when Harry slowly nodded his head and whispered I trust you, and continued doing what he was doing. "I think I'm in love with you, Harry."

Harry's thoughts went fuzzy when he heard Louis say that, and he tried to collect himself before he grinned, turned dark red, and answered. "Are you just saying that because I'm letting you get in my pants?"

"Well, you don't have pants on right now, so no."

"Hm, I think I'm in love with you, Louis." Harry finally said, but he knew that it was a lie because he already knew he was in love with Louis. It was hard not to be, and having the boy as a boyfriend made him want to be simply more. Honestly, if he had the chance, he would want to be married to Louis one day, but that was a long way to go.