fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Forty-Two

Happy New Years.

Late ik but oh well. School starts tomorrow, cry with me.

Ummm I don't have an update schedule anymore cuz school and ya so I'll update when I have time :)

Anyway, I was going to write smut but I haven't been feeling well so...no smut. DONT HATE ME

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Mood: idk you choose

Harry had his back turned to Louis as the smaller boy changed quickly.

"I don't know why I can't watch you change. I mean, I've seen you change many times before."

"Oh shush, it'll ruin the present." Louis retorts and he sighs as he slips on the tiara, "Okay. Now you can turn around."

Harry did just that and his breath caught in his throat, watching as Louis stood with his hands on his hips. Harry stared, his eyes roaming over Louis' body, how the knee highs hugged his thighs perfectly and the small dash of mascara and blush on his cheeks and the dark red lipstick on his lips. The tiara sat daintily on his chestnut hair and Harry groaned when he saw the way the lace panties fit him perfectly.

"Did you--oh my God, did you shave your legs?" Harry asks and Louis blushes, biting his lip.

"Yeah. Do I look okay?" Harry groans and grips Louis' hips, pulling him closer.

"God, you look...fucking beautiful." Harry whispers, hands roaming his chest, fingers picking at the lace softly.

"Glad you like it." Louis leans down, lips at his ear, licking and nibbling softly, "Happy Birthday...daddy."

Harry shivered and pushed Louis on the bed softly.

"Let me take care of you, princess."

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Louis woke up the next morning with a sore bum and Gemma standing at the edge of the bed.

He shrieked and woke up Harry who jumped from the bed and fell to the floor, taking the blanket with him. Louis let out another yelp as he was left naked with Gemma staring down at him.

"Gems what the fuck?!" Harry yelled and Gemma chuckled before tossing the panties Louis was wearing last night to her younger brother.

"You need to learn to keep quiet. And for my next birthday I want some ear plugs, please." She says with another laugh. She leaves without another word, leaving Louis blushing.

"I'm so sorry about her. She has no sense of privacy." Harry apologizes, getting back into bed. Louis giggles and kisses his nose softly.

"It's alright, love." Louis chuckled and stood up to stretch. Harry squeezed his bum and Louis squeaked before slapping his hand away.

Harry only smirked before getting out of bed along with him. He slips into one of Harry's jumpers and a pair of sweats and the two boys leave the room, holding hands.

Anne is in the kitchen making breakfast and Gemma is reading a book in the living room. She wiggles her eyebrows at Harry and the younger lad flips her off.

Anne scowls at her son for the gesture and Harry apologizes before sticking his tongue at Gemma like a child.

"See what I have to deal with everyday?" Anne whispers to Louis and he giggles, hands curled over the paws of the sweater. She coos at him and he blushes, looking down.

The rest of the morning passes mostly the same. They laugh and talk about different things and Harry looks so happy being at home, Louis wishes it could be like that all the time.

He loves the way his smile never fades or the way he seems so relaxed, shoulders sagged and voice languid and soft. He didn't seem tense like he did in interviews or when asked about his many girlfriends.

He was Harry.

Louis was sat on his lap, Harry was kissing his neck absentmindedly when he got a phone call.

He answered it to be met with Eleanor.

"Lou? You have to come back to the flat. Richard says we have an outing this evening." She says gingerly through the phone.

Louis sighs and leans into Harry's kiss.

"Fine. I'll be there soon." He hangs up and looks back at Harry.

"You have to go?" He asks sadly. Louis only nods and Harry stands up, carrying him with him. Louis let's out a small yelp, clinging onto him.

"I'll be back soon, mummy. Gotta drop Lou off at home." Harry says. He kisses her cheek quickly before setting Louis on the floor. He slips into his Vans, not bothering to tie the lace and rushes after Harry outside.

They settle into Harry's car and Louis smiles when he doesn't see anyone around. No paparazzi, no fans, no beards. It was like they had gone to another planet.

Harry starts the car and they drive the two hour drive to Doncaster while talking about random things.

When they reach Louis' flat he lets out a content sigh when he notices there are no paparazzi.

"So, after today I'm heading back to the tour and I'm going to New York in about a month to go on GMA." Louis nods, biting his lip. He didn't want to not see him.

Harry sighs and laces their hands together. He stays quiet for a moment before Louis leans over the console and kisses him softly.

"I love you." He breathes against his lips. Harry grins, pecking him again.

"Love you too, princess. Now get in there. I can basically feel El's impatience."

Louis smiles and kisses him one last time, wanting to make it last before opening the car door and slipping out. He waves at him, watching as he drives off slowly before sighing.

He already missed him.