fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Forty

Gots a new fanfic that you guys should check out. It's called 'Memoirs of an Amnesiac'

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Mood: Fall Over by BANKS

The week went by and Harry was back in Holmes Chapel to celebrate his twenty-third birthday. Louis would be here any moment along with Liam, Niall, Eleanor, and Alice. Harry didn't really enjoy Liam's company but he respected Louis and that he was just a friend.

He was nearing his mums house and he was actually happy. He wouldn't have to pretend here. He could just be himself. And it made him ecstatic.

He parked in the driveway and he wasn't out of the car for less that two seconds before his mum came bounding down the porch steps and wrapping her son in a tight hug.

"Missed my baby." She murmurs and he smiles, hugging her back.

"How are you, mummy?" He knows he sounds like a child but he feels like it's been years since he's seen her and he's just happy to be in her arms again.

"I'm good. Come on. Zayn just got here." She says and Harry notices the bright red car in the driveway. He smiles and jogs up the steps. He's met with a bone crushing hug from his older sister and then Zayn came running into the living room, yelling happy birthday.

Harry smiled and hugged him, and soon everyone was hugging each other. His stepdad Robin welcomed him home and eventually they were squeezed onto the living room couch, Harry sharing stories about being on the road.

The bell rang about half an hour later and Harry stood up to answer it, already knowing who it was.

Louis stood outside, slapping Eleanor's hand away from his hair.

"Stop that!" Louis hissed and Eleanor grinned before trying to fix his hair again. They froze as the door opened and Harry stood there with a raised eyebrow.

It was quiet for a second before Louis launched himself at Harry, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Harry smiles and hugs him back, his hands fitting themselves on his waist.

"Missed you." Louis whispers and Harry hums.

They pull away quickly as Eleanor tackles him in a quick hug. Alice waved shyly behind her and Niall hugged him giddily.

Liam grimaced and shook his hand gingerly. Harry smiled and tried to have a calm demeanor but this boy was making it very difficult.

Everyone is inside and when Harry's mum first sees Louis she squeals and runs over to him.

"Louis! Hi I've been wanting to meet you! Robin look at how cute he is! Gemma, come say hi!" Anne shouts and Louis blushes, looking down. Harry notices the gift in his hand.

"You didn't have to get me anything, love." Harry whispers and Louis shrugs, setting the gift on the table. Gemma was already asking questions, not giving him enough time to even answer them.

Anne was running a hand through his hair, saying that it was feathery soft and Robin was just chuckling.

"Okay, guys. Don't scare him off, yeah?" Harry says, stepping in between them.

"Oh, come on, H. I just want to know who your princess is." Gemma winks and Harry blushes. Sometimes he dislikes his sister. But either way, he's glad to be home.

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It's been a little over three hours and the atmosphere in the room is calm and content. Niall was talking to Eleanor and Alice, doing some odd gestures with his hands as he told a story. Gemma and Anne we're baking a cake in the kitchen. Robin was talking to Zayn and Liam--who seemed oddly uncomfortable if Harry might add.

Louis was leaning his head on Harry's chest, fingers running through his curls softly.

"I wish it could be like this all the time. It's so...calm. There's no drama and it's just...us." Louis whispers. Harry nods and kisses the top of his head softly.

He doesn't want to think about anything happening outside of this house at all. He just wanted to enjoy the time he had here before it would be stripped away and pushed to the back of his mind.

"I love you. We'll get through everything." Harry mumbles and Louis smiles.

"I love you too." Harry grins and his mum comes into the room with a cake in her hands. On top of it has two candles with the number twenty-three.

He sits up and Louis grins. They sing happy birthday loudly and Harry blushes the entire time. The older man goes to blow out the candles and Louis takes this as his chance to push Harry's head down and stuff it into the cake.

Harry gasps as he finds himself with a face full of cake.

Louis is a giggling mess and Harry turns to him with a raised eyebrow.

"So, you think you can get away with that?" He asks and everyone else was laughing hysterically.

"I think I just did." Harry smirked and wiped some frosting off his face and smeared it across Louis' cheek. The smaller boy frowns but Harry surges forward and kisses him roughly, his lips tasting like chocolate cake and coffee.

Louis sighs into the kiss, his hands curled into Harry's shirt. Gemma clears her throat and they pull away, looking down shyly.

"Eh--sorry." Louis mumbles, licking at his lips to get any of the cake from his face. Anne smiles knowingly and waves them off.

"Go get cleaned up. It's fine, loves." She says and Gemma smirks at her younger brother. Harry flips her off before pulling Louis out of the living room and into the bathroom in the hallway.

"Sneaky." Louis whispers as he turns around to get a wash cloth. He giggles at Harry's appearance, covered in chocolate and wet lips. 

"Like you're any better." Harry retorts and cleans off his face quickly. Louis chuckles and wipes his own face swiftly. When he turns to face Harry again, his smile falls and he's frozen just staring at the boy in front of him.

He's so perfect in every single way, from the way his green eyes shine when he sees Louis or the way he trips over his own feet at times.

Louis wants to kiss him. Badly. He wants to kiss him hard enough for his lips to be imprinted on his and people know who's heart he has. He wants to show him to the world. He wants to show everyone the real Harry Styles. Not the womanizer, not the man that sleeps around. The real Harry Styles is a man who stands pigeon toed and smiles at odd things and has a heart the size of the earth.

He wants all these things so badly it's almost painful but he can't. He can't have any of it.