Mad World. (A Larry Stylinson/Peter Pan crossover)

(17) What kind of a deal?

Waking up the next morning was pure bliss for Harry. He was more than positive he had slept with a grin upon his face all night, considering he woke the next morning with Louis’s naked back pressed up against his front. He sighed in content and tightened his arms around his sleeping boyfriend. He listened to the sound of soft breaths coming from Louis’s lips before he couldn’t take it anymore and begun pressing kisses against Louis’s back. He felt Louis stir as he just grazed his lips over the boy’s shoulders, he watched in fascination as Louis’s muscles flexed in response.

“Mmmh...” Louis dug his face deeper into the pillow and arched his back in response to Harry’s sweet torture. Louis’s eyes were closed, yet Harry knew to think differently.

“You’re awake, aren’t you?” He whispered against Louis’s sensitive skin, creating goose bumps at the touch. Louis smiled secretly in the pillow, thinking Harry wouldn’t see it, but he did. Seconds later, Harry was straddling Louis, tickling his sides in torture. Louis giggled endlessly, thrashing round the bed in an attempt to get Harry off him.

“Harry.” Louis whined breathlessly. “H-Harry! G-get off me,” He ordered, finding himself to be somewhat turned on by the fact Harry was on top of him naked.

“You weren’t saying that last night.” Harry replied without any thought to it. Louis gaped at him and made the snap judgement to use Harry’s now loosened grip on him in order to fly out of Harry’s grasp. He flew swiftly and landed on the bottom part of the bed, his feet firmly against the bed, his heels grazing the air.

Harry gasped, and turned his body so his back was pressed against the bed. He inched his movements so that he was pressed against the wall, staring at Louis with a lustful yet fascinated look upon his face. He was fascinated by Louis’s extraordinary abilities, sure, but he was more fascinated by Louis’s body. The way his chest was so defined sent shivers to Harry’s body, and before long he had his chest pressed against Louis’s and his feet against the bed also.

Louis bit his lip. “We have to go to breakfast...” He lost his trail of thought when Harry traced kisses down Louis’s neck, lips grazing over the many hickeys that went about last night.

“Hmm... we’ll eat later.” Harry decided, craving Louis already.

And Louis would be damned if he didn’t have the same burning desire as well.

“You two are here later than usual.” Amelia commented once Harry and Louis decided to make their appearance noticeable quite sometime later. They were however, fully clothed so that they could have a relatively reasonable excuse for being late. They both stopped, Louis’s back against Harry’s chest and took a few seconds to answer the question, as Harry was whispering things in Louis’s ear.

“We slept in, sorry.” Louis replied, a hint of blush appearing at his cheeks.

“And this has nothing to do with the large number of candles outside this morning?” Savannah jumped in.

“We have no idea what you’re talking about.” Harry replied with a faint smirk written across his face.

“Okay, moving on.” Eleanor stepped in, having been sat next to Katherine with a raised eyebrow at the pair since they arrived. “Who is going to-”

“OH MY GOD YOU GOT LAID!” Savannah practically screamed. Louis’s cheeks went a shade of red that no one had ever thought was humanly possible.

“Jesus,” Liam muttered, putting his hands over his ears.

“Get some, Styles.” Zayn joined in, and then begun singing with Savannah.

“Harry and Louis sitting in a tree, f-u-c-”