Bad to the Bone // larry 90's au

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louis aunt is played by michelle visage, if you don't know who that is, she's the woman in the media pic :)

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Scene 16 - legendary blowjobs. 1:30 am. Tomlinson-Johnson house. Santa Cruz, California.

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I lay here on my bed as Shane sleeps under me. The bedroom is a mess, boxes everywhere, and I want to see someone. I want to see Harry.

Harry left at around twelve today. The day consisted of stupid jokes and Harry's gross attempts to hit on me, only secretly though. Harry and I are a secret. I assume at least. Whatever we're doing, it doesn't seem to be wanted public by him. And I like what we are. I don't have an issue with it, I like the quirkiness right now. Maybe if we get more serious than randomly making out from time to time, then I'll have an issue, but for now, I think we're alright.

I sit up. I'm not sleeping. I know that. I might as well find something to do instead of sitting here and worrying myself.

I sit down and open a random box. It has Shane's name on it, and I know I'm invading his privacy and all, but I'm curious, tired and bored.

The only thing illuminating the room is the moonlight through our small window so I can't see much in this small box.

There's a notebook. It's black. I run my hand along the cover, smooth, feels like leather, but there are scratches covering it.

I open the small, soft latch keeping the pages guarded. But, before I can read a thing I hear something hit my window and immediately slam the book closed, dropping it loosely into the box and stand up.

I slowly step towards the window, more and more unknown objects being thrown at it. When I reach a point where I can see, I take a breath of relief to see Harry standing there holding a few pebbles in his palm and a smile on his face.

I open the window. "What are you doing here? Shane's sleeping." I try to whisper so he'll hear me, but it's kind of loud.

He holds a finger over his lips and motions me to jump down on to his arms.

"What? No. Are you crazy?" I say. What could he possibly be thinking, I'll crash on top of him and break him.

"Shh." He hisses. "You're tiny, it's fine. You've jumped off of worse."

I nod my head, he's right. I've done ballsier things before.

I snatch a beanie from Shane and I's dresser, throwing a sweater and jeans on, replacing my pajamas.

I squat on the window sill, careful to be as quiet as possible. I wouldn't want Shane to wake up.

My body crashes into Harry's, and although we fell to the ground, I was still in his arms.

"Jesus." I breathe. "Dude, are you alright."

"Fine, princess." He responds, dazed and low.

I can feel his breaths. My ear lays on his chest, where the tattooed birds are. I can't help but feel as if I'm crushing the animals, who are merely cartoons, so I stand up.