fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Forty-One

So, @w-a-feeling is translating this book in Spanish and that's pretty fucking awesome so applaud her.

Mood: Fire Meet Gasoline by Sia

They sat themselves back into the living room with Harry's family and his mum starts handing him a wrapped present.

"Happy birthday to my baby." She says and Harry blushes but takes the present.

"You didn't have to get me anything, mum."

"Oh, shut it. You never want us to get you anything. Just take it, love." She urges and Harry slowly unwraps the present to reveal a sleek black camera. He smiles and thanks her before Gemma is tossing him another gift.

He finds a pair of shiny pale pink boots. Harry raises an eyebrow.

"You have a weird sense of fashion. I bet you can make those look good." Harry chuckles and his stepdad hands him a gift which consisted of a shirt he was eyeing on the Saint Laurent website a while back. He thanks them and goes to grab the gift Louis got for him when the small boy stops him. 

"I'd rather you not open it here." Louis blushes and Gemma bursts out laughing. Anne and Robin seem a bit confused and ask Gemma what it meant but she shook her head.

Harry couldn't help but smirk and slipped the wrapped present next to him.

The rest of the day passed smoothly, Eleanor, Alice, and Niall left a few hours later, and what surprised Louis was that Liam stayed.

Louis watched curiously as him and Zayn were sitting quite close together, their bodies touching in one way or another. He smiled as Zayn leaned over and whispered something in Liam's ear which caused him to blush.

"Zayn's pansexual. He seems to really like Liam." Harry whispers. Louis hums as they stand up and thank everyone for having them over. The two boys quickly wish Harry happy birthday before they're leaving the house swiftly.

"They seem in quite the hurry." Harry mumbles.

"And my ride home." Louis retorts and takes another sip of his drink.

"Won't you stay? I still need to see what my birthday present is." He says raising an eyebrow. Louis giggles and nods.

"Only if your family is okay with it."

"Oh they love you. It'll be fine, darling." Louis smiles at the pet name and nuzzles into Harry's neck.

Just then Gemma was walking towards them, a tight smile on her face.

"Louis. Can I have a word with you?" She asks and Harry groans.

"Please don't." He mumbles and Louis' eyes widen. Was he in trouble?

"Oh, shut it. You know I do this with all your boyfriends." She explains and grips Louis' arm. She pulls him up off Harry's lap and into the hallway.

The boy looks small compared to Gemma, being a few inches shorter than her. He fiddles with his hands as silence evades them.

"So, Louis. My baby brother seems to really like you." She says and Louis blushes, looking down.

"Uh--I guess--"

"Do you like him?"

"I love him." Louis answers quickly.

"I see that. I just want to make sure you're not fucking around with him. He's been with other people before and don't get me started on Brendon. Basically, I don't want him to get hurt. So you better be telling the truth." She says and Louis cowers slightly.

"I-I promise I'm not messing with him. He's the first person in my life that makes me feel something I can't explain." He doesn't know why he's just spilling his feelings for Harry to his sister of all people. But it feels good to let it out.

She grins, her eyes lighting up and pats his shoulder. She pulls him back into the living room. Harry was standing in the middle of the room, a fancy drink in his hand and his tie undone, hanging around his neck. The white button up he was wearing was tight, showing off every godly plane of his body.

Louis swallowed thickly before walking towards him. Harry turns and smiles, his hair tousled and beautiful. Harry envelopes him under his arm and continues the story he was telling.

Louis stays quiet, acknowledging his existence when the time is needed but he becomes distracted when Harry's hand trails down his back slowly and rests on his bum.

He jumps when Harry squeezes his bum softly, his family obviously not noticing. It was getting dark and Harry yawns.

"Well...it's getting late. Lou and I are going to be. Thanks for everything, guys. I love you." He kisses his parents quickly, ignoring Gemma's snickers and they leave the living room, Harry carrying the present Louis got him.

They make their way to Harry's bedroom, Harry's lips attached to his neck, kissing and biting softly.

"Can I open my present now, love?" He whispers, his voice deep and languid. Louis can't seem to talk, all he can manage is a weak nod. Harry's warmth is gone after a second and Louis turns to find him sitting on his bed, present on his lap.

Louis takes this time to take in the surroundings. They're in Harry's bedroom, the walls were a plain white but posters of bands Louis has never heard of are hung on the wall.

He looks to his left and finds a bookshelf full of different awards he's won over the years.

He looks back at Harry to find him taking the bow off the present slowly. He drops the bow to the floor and continues to remove the wrapping.

He finds himself with a thin white box. He raises an eyebrow before lifting the lid and looking inside. He moves the paper around before smirking.

"Did you get this for me or for you?" He asks.

"Well, technically I'll wear it but I hope you like it." Louis explains. Harry smirks again and digs his fingers back into the box and pulling out a pair of black knee high stockings, some make up, a tiara and best of all, a pair of black lacy panties.