Migraine | Larry Stylinson AU

FOURTEEN. CONNECTED

The boys begin to theorize that the fires at both the school and the House are connected. They've yet to discuss how they might be connected, but it seems obvious that something's up.

"So, the day Old Man Jenkins is arrested, the school catches on fire, the next day it's the House itself." Liam is scribbling down in a composition book.

Louis appointed Liam with the job of secretary and he takes this job very seriously. His boyfriend thinks Liam's feeding Louis' ego, but the other boys think keeping track of their thoughts will benefit their investigation.

"You guys know we aren't real detectives, right? We're not from fuckin' Scooby Doo."

Louis grins at this negative comment. "My mother once informed me that I could do whatever I set my mind to."

"So, in short, we're now detectives." Harry beams, doing a little dance. "I feel all types of cool."

Niall, pulling out a flask, takes a quick swig.

Harry gapes at him while the other boys don't seem fazed.

"It helps him think." Liam tells the new boy.

"Plus, I'm Irish, remember? Takes a lot more than a flask to get me pissed." Niall puts it back in his flannel pocket, patting it.

"The predisposition of being Irish is not a valid reason for your alcoholism."

Louis gets thwacked in the head.

--

A sense of relief filled Harry and he walked into his house for the first time without fear. Louis' right behind him, mother calling to them from the kitchen. The boys barely hear her over the sound of her music blasting as if she can hardly hear it.

She stops the music. "I'm making salmon for dinner. You boys be down in half an hour."

Louis pauses. "Thank you for the invitation, but it's been a long while since I've been in the company of my own kin."

"Aw, next time, then." She begins a new song, loud as ever, bobbing her head.

Louis walks Harry down to his room, closing the door behind them. "Are you absolutely positive I can go home?"

"Yes, Lou." Harry unbuttons his Hawaiian print shirt, throwing it into his dirty clothes basket. "You haven't seen your family in two days. I'm surprised your mum even let you stay away for so long."

"She is very aware of my affection for you." Louis takes no effort to hide himself from looking at Harry's bare chest. "And my step-father takes excellent care of my girls, so I have no reason to worry."

Next, Harry strips down to his plaid boxers, throwing his black jeggings in with the Hawaiian shirt. Louis tackles the boy onto the bed, littering his face with kisses.

"Lou, can you calm--" Harry's voice cracks with a moan, Louis having begun his endeavor of painting his neck with love bites.

"Louis, seriously," He groans. "My mum's gonna catch us and she'll never let me forget this."

Louis' lips disconnect with a pop and he smiles with excessive pride. "Okay, I'm done."

"And now you're just gonna leave me here with this massive hard-on."

Louis crawls off the bed, looking pensive. "Want to go for a drive?"

This kind of drive, Harry knows, is gonna involve explicit behavior. He's tempted to agree, but he settles for pulling Louis back onto him.

"I'm sure my mother won't hear anything over the music." Harry gives, eyes lidded with attraction. "Lock the door."

Louis obeys and returns, striping his shirt off before falling back onto Harry. Their lips connect and it's slow, their tongues gliding over each other's. Harry's palming himself over the thin cloth of his boxers, but then Louis pins his hands above his head.

"That's my job." Louis' hand dips into his boyfriend's boxers, cold hand meeting Harry's warm cock.

Harry breathes in sharply. 

Louis shimmies down so he's in between Harry's legs. He pulls down the boys boxers, exposing his cock. "I really love your cock, H. It's so big and ready for me, every time."

When Louis and Harry finish ravishing each other, Harry walks his boyfriend out in only sweats and a lazy grin.

"Best. Boyfriend. Ever."

Harry giggles. "Mhm. Text me later?"

"Of course, my prince." Louis pecks his boyfriend on the lips.

Harry and his mother have a long, talkative dinner.

"I really needed this."

"I know, dear. I'm sorry I haven't been home to cook--"

"No." Harry shakes his head. "I meant us talking. So much has been going on."

"Oh." She nods. "I know, I know. It's been quite the odd start here, yeah?"

With a sigh, Harry stacks their plates and gathers their silverware. "Definitely."

"But," She clasps her hands together. "Everything's settling."

"You mean the murderer is caught and now the House won't be as creepy as it was when we first moved here so we can finally be normal?"

Anne makes a high pitched noise. "Well, I wouldn't say 'normal', but pretty close."

Harry and his mother wash the dishes together, putting away the extras away for his step-father. They part ways, Harry kissing his mother's cheek and a soft 'goodnight'.

From: Lou

Baby boy.

Harry's noticed that Louis' contact name has slowly gotten shorter and shorter as their intimacy grew stronger.

To: Lou

Daddy.

From: Lou

:(

To: Lou

Daddy??

From: Lou

I am in the presence of children.

To: Lou

Daddy, let's make babies.

From: Lou

Daddy's going to kick your arse.

To: Lou

My cute arse?

From: Lou

...

Harry giggles uncontrollably.

To: Lou

Night, Daddy.

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heyyyyy

so, i have an end game for this story.

i wanna stop at eighteen and in-between this chapter and the last, i'll have some smut?

idk about you guys, but i like me some smut so i wanna do that.

opinions? yes to smut?