Locker Room (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 20

When they finally reach Harry's house, Louis almost sighs in relief because he had tried to stay quiet the whole car ride so he didn't irritate Harry further.

Harry parks the car in his empty driveway and then he quickly walks around the other side to open the door for Louis.

Louis steps out of the car and keeps his eyes trained on the ground. "My mums not home." Harry mumbles, more to himself then Louis as they walk up the driveway to the front door.

When they reach the front door, Harry pauses and grabs Louis' hand softly. "You were quiet the whole drive? You okay?" Harry asks, kissing one of Louis' knuckles.

Louis looks away from Harry's gaze. "I just didn't want to make you angrier." Louis replies and Harry sighs, pulling Louis closer to him.

"I'm not mad at you, babe." Harry says, kissing Louis' cheek. "Let's go inside." Harry turns and unlocks his front door, pulling Louis in with him.

"I'm kind of thirsty, want anything?" Harry asks as they step into his house.

"Just water, please." Louis replies and Harry gives him a small smile and a nod. Harry leaves to the kitchen, leaving Louis alone near the front door.

Louis goes into the living room and he sits down on the couch, smiling briefly as he remembers the last time he was on this couch.

Louis' thoughts return to Zayn and the fact that he didn't pull away and Louis finds himself frowning because that was Harry's bestfriend and he just made out with Louis right in front of Harry.

When Harry returns with two glasses of water Louis immediately begins his string of apologies. "Harry, I'm really sorry this happened, I-it was my fault, you said not to play and I had to go and be a stubborn bitch and insist we play and I'm just so sorry. I-I didn't mean to ruin your friendship with Zayn. I'm sorry." Louis is almost in tears by the time he stops talking.

Harry sets the glasses of water down on the coffee table and he shakes his head. "What have you done to me, Louis?"

"What?" Louis asks, his blue eyes wide and sad.

"I'm not even mad or upset that I just lost my bestfriend of 7 years, I'm more upset by the fact that someone that wasn't me fucking kissed you." Harry says and Louis furrows his eyebrows as Harry grabs his hands and makes him stand.

"You've turned me into quite a jealous bastard." Harry mumbles with a small smile as he presses his lips to Louis'. Harry bites down softly on Louis' bottom lip, causing Louis to whimper and grab at Harry's arm.

"I hate the thought of some other asshole touching you ." Harry growls against Louis' mouth, his hand moving down to grab at Louis' bum.

"...don't want anyone else touching me." Louis says softly against Harry's lips. Harry slides both of his hands down to the back of Louis' thighs and easily lifts him up. Louis wraps his legs around Harry's waist and licks softly into Harry's mouth.

Harry turns and begins walking up the stairs, while carrying Louis and kissing him.

When Harry gets upstairs he quickly makes his way down the hall and into his bedroom.

Harry places Louis on the bed, he straddles his waist and then he crawls over him and begins unbuttoning his own shirt.

"What are we gonna do, Hazza?" Louis asks, pulling of his shirt. Harry pauses, his hand resting on his zipper.

"Can I have sex with you?" Harry asks and Louis turns pink. Louis bites his lip and then he nods.

"Okay...will it hurt?" Louis asks softly and Harry gives him a small smile.