YOU - Larry Stylinson

3.

Harry is busy with meetings for a little while, making final decisions on his new line. The company owners he meets love his kids clothes and the different swimsuits he's created. They tell him to come back with samples of the clothes, a few items so they can decide whether they like the real versions.

Then he's busy trying to make his designs and keeping up with his friends and Louis. He talks to Louis everyday, face times him when he's working so he can still see him. And they go on dates at least once a week.

When Harry is up late trying to put all of his work together for his next meeting someone knocks on his door. He frowns because he wasn't expecting anyone.

"Lou, what're you doing here?" Harry gasps when he opens the door.
"I brought food because I know you haven't eaten dinner. And I want to spend time with my boyfriend," Louis grins. Harry smiles and nods his head, letting Louis in.

Now that he's stood up he realises how messy his living room is. There is a blanket draped on the back of the couch because Harry falls asleep there a lot. Paper and fabric and sewing needles are scattered everywhere, empty bottles of water littering the floor.

"Sorry about the mess," Harry smiles sheepishly.
"You really think I care?" Louis laughs, kissing Harry's head. "C'mon, that can wait for now."

Harry trails after Louis, sitting at the dining table with him.
"Thank you. You're so good to me."
"What're soul mates for, eh?" Louis grins, passing Harry his food. "I got you a vegetable stir fry and fruit salad."
"Thanks, love," Harry beams. He links his fingers with Louis' and they use their other hands to eat.

"How was your day?" Harry asks Louis as his thumb rubs over his knuckles.
"Good, I spent the day with my mum and the girls and boy. They miss you, want to see you soon."
"Well your mums birthday is coming up soon isn't it?" Harry says. Louis nods. "We could pay for her to go to the spa for a couple days and the kids could stay over. Maybe at yours because mines a state."
"That sounds lovely, Haz," Louis smiles softly. Harry grins and they continue to eat in silence.

Later on Louis shoves Harry in the direction of his bedroom, adamant that he's done enough work tonight. Harry kisses Louis and pulls him into the bathroom, hands slipping beneath his shirt. Louis whimpers when Harry pinches his nipples and Harry grins. He begins sucking marks down the side of his neck, trailing them along his jaw.

Between their kisses they pull off their clothes and climb into the shower.

They wash quickly. Louis teaches down for the shampoo bottle and gasps when he feels
"God, you're gorgeous babe," Harry whispers. Louis blushes.
"Not too bad yourself, Styles," he giggles, leaning up to press his lips to Harry's. His fingers tangle in Harry's hair, tugging gently as Harry presses him against the cold, tile wall. Harry moans when he feels Louis getting hard, grinds his hips down in response.

"Shit, Haz. C-can I blow you?" Louis asks.
"Y-yeah," Harry stutters, bracing himself against the wall as Louis drops to his knees. Louis blinks up at Harry, body shining with the water on his body, hair messy when Harry pushes it away from his eyes. He smiles nervously as he takes hold of Harry's dick, hand rubbing slowly up and down.

Harry takes a shuddery breath and rests his fingers in Louis' hair, gently massaging his scalp. Louis closes his eyes for a second and smiles. He's always loved it when Harry plays with his hair. Harry moans when he feels Louis' lips graze his balls, parting so he can suck gently.

"God, babe, so good," Harry groans. Louis pulls back and mouths along Harry's dick until he reaches the tip, sucking the head past his lips.

Harry's knees feel weak as he reaches down to hold Louis' hand. Louis pulls back.
"You okay, Haz?" Louis says gently. Harry nods.
"Make sure there's no teeth, yeah?"