fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Fifty-Four

Mood: Jealous by Labrinth

Harry's fingers trail over Louis' bare arm, tracing the expanse and small birthmarks scattered across his skin. He could hear Louis breathing softly, small snores coming from his lips. He will never understand how he became so lucky.

Louis shifts in his sleep, snoring loudly before fluttering his eyes open. He looks around blankly for a second before blushing. He smiles shyly at Harry, yawning quietly.

"Morning." He whispers, scratching at his stomach. Harry lets his eyes skin down his body for a second, stopping at his covered waist. He smiles fondly before leaning in to kiss Louis softly.

"Morning."

"Frog breath." The smaller boy complains and Harry only lets out a laugh, shifting until he's basically lying on top of him.

"You're rude." Harry replies and kisses him again.

"Get off me, you giant frog. You're cutting off the blood circulation to my dick." Louis giggles. Harry rolls off but pulls Louis so he's on top of him, straddling him, hands on his chest.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Harry asks through a fond smile. Louis only shrugs, leaning down to kiss him. The kiss was soft and languid and even though they were completely naked, it had nothing to do with sexual desires. It was just an intimate kiss.

Louis pulled away when Harry tapped his thigh. He looked at the older boy with tired eyes and mused hair.

"I'm gonna go make breakfast." Harry says and Louis grins, rolling over again. Harry stands from the bed, slipping into a fresh pair of black briefs and stepping out of the room.

Louis looks around and pulls some briefs from Harry's draw, slipping into them. They were a bit tight, the swell of his bum constricted in the clothing. He goes to the bathroom and finds an unopened toothbrush and some toothpaste. He quickly brushes his teeth and steps out of the bathroom, walking into the hallway.

He looks around, confused on which way to go. He walks left, continuing down the corridor until he reaches a door that leads him to another bedroom. He turns around and walks the opposite way. Okay, this house is too big for him.

He enters the bedroom he was asleep in and picks up his phone dialing Harry's number. He picks up quickly.

"Why are you calling me if you're upstairs? Is this some kind of phone sex? That's kinda hot." Harry asks. Louis rolls his eyes.

"Is it embarrassing to say that I'm lost in your house? I feel like if I take the wrong turn I'll end up in Canada." Louis explains. He could hear Harry laugh on the other line.

"Just turn right and then left and you'll reach the stairs." Harry offers. Louis grumbles a small thanks before hanging up. He walks the way Harry tells him to and makes it to the kitchen in one piece.

Harry stands in the kitchen, flipping a pancake, wearing an apron that reads, kiss the cook!

"You're such a goofball." Louis comments, sitting at the island. Harry only grins, finishing the scrambled eggs. He serves the food on two plates, handing it to Louis. They sit in comfortable silence, eating together.

"I've called a meeting with my management." Harry says after they're done eating. Louis raises an eyebrow.

"I'm trying to cut the contract with them and be allowed to come out." He explains. Louis hums, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I'm sure it'll go great."

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"No."