Dark || larry

4.0

Harry's POV

Louis had been a little odd the last couple of days. It appeared as if his mind was on other things. I prayed it wasn't because he regretted having sex with me. My gestures towards him had been a slightly reserved, cautious, not wanting to hurt him any further than I already had. I still was a little uneasy with the thought of what happened in his bedroom, angry with myself for losing control. Louis should never have been subjected to that side of me.

When I entered the living room Louis' back was turned to me, fumbling around in his bag. His top-half adorned a dark plaid shirt of mine that he had grown rather attached to. The cuffs had to be rolled up, the sleeves far too long for his arms. Louis' jeans clung perfectly to the curves of his figure, something I always loved about him. I smiled, walking up behind him. His body jolted in my arms as I wrapped him in my embrace. I lightly squeezed him, resting my chin on Louis' right shoulder. Our position allowed me to inhale his sweet smell.

"It's only me." I lightly laughed.

One of my hands traveled up to his chest, pressing my palm above his breasts. His heart was racing, thumping against my touch.

"Are you alright?" I asked a little concerned.

"I-I'm fine, you just scared me." He stuttered.

My lips pressed delicate kisses to his neck in an effort to calm him down. But I grew a little disappointed as he wriggled away. He stood back from me, thrusting his laptop in between us as I attempted to move towards him. Louis absorbed my frown, my confused features prompting him to talk.

"I'm having trouble with my itunes, I was wondering if you could have a look?"

He peered warily up at me, his question ending with the bite of his lower lip. Louis shyly smiled as I took the device from his grasp. Our fingers brushed momentarily.

"Sure." I replied.

His hand was placed on my shoulder as he leant up, planting a small kiss to my cheek. The warmth of his lips lingered on my skin.

"Thanks. I'm going to the bathroom."

I sat down on the sofa as Louis hastily departed from the room. I shook off my worry, curls falling round my face before I swept them back. His laptop rested on my thighs as I opened the lid, pressing the button.

Louis' POV

I shut the door as quietly as I could. Not wanting to alert my boyfriend to my presence in his bedroom. It clicked closed as I spun around, scanning the space surrounding me. I immediately started searching, pulling open his drawers and rummaging through the clothes. It had to be here somewhere.

I abandoned the storage that held his t-shirts, frantically spinning to be faced with the wardrobe. The doors were yanked open before I got to my knees, searching at the bottom. When I had no luck, my vision shifted to above my head. I got to my feet, stretching up on my toes, straining to reach the top of the wardrobe. A huff emitted from my mouth as I was unsuccessful, my fingertips nowhere near my intended target. I worked quickly to drag a chair over, teetering upon it and reaching second time. With my new found height my hand blindly felt over the wood, cursing at my empty discovery.

I stumbled down from the elevated position and over to his small bedside table. My cheeks flushed at my findings, scanning over the variety of condoms Harry kept. All different colours, lubricants, textures. I shook my head, dropping a purple one back into the draw before fumbling round to reach the back. I ceased my movement momentarily, straining to hear bare feet pad down the hall. Curse words slipped from my mouth as I quickly shut the drawer before rushing over to the wardrobe. I didn't have time to drag the chair back to its previous position.