"Nineteen" (A Smutty Larry boyxboy One-Shot) COMPLETE

Stalking?

"Didn’t catch that, Tommo," Harry tutted as he wiped at the corner of his mouth, ignoring Louis’ reluctant groan.

Louis squeezed his eyes shut, praying Harry wouldn’t judge him too harshly for his very personal and quite inappropriate request. “I was just thinking about, you know, taking your picture and stuff.”

Louis held his breath as he waited for Harry’s sarcastic and likely dismissive reply, but was instead met with the sound of rustling followed by a gentle nudge on his outstretched leg from Harry.

He opened his lids and tilted his head forward to see Harry holding Louis’ camera in his hand, a small smile tugging at the corner of Harry’s lips.

"Then do it," Harry murmured as he set it on Louis’ stomach before he removed his headband and shook his still damp hair out, "just don’t make me look stupid, alright?"

Louis nodded wordlessly as he leaned against the back doors and powered up his trusty Canon, internally scoffing at the thought of Harry looking anything less than flawless. He peered through the viewer for a few moments as he adjusted the focus until he was satisfied, happy to discover he didn’t need to turn the blinding flash on when the lightning outside provided just the right amount of light.

"Do I look okay? I’ve never really done this before," Harry admitted when he pushed his hair back and kneeled next to Louis’ feet.

"Perfect," Louis reassured him, though the word did no justice in Louis’ mind. "It’s easier if you pretend I’m not here. Do whatever feels right, and don’t think about the camera."

Harry shrugged his broad shoulders before reaching in his pocket for a cigarette and lighter, the action of Harry lighting up so hot and mesmerizing to Louis that he almost forgot the photographs weren’t going to take themselves.

Louis pressed his finger down mindlessly, not believing for a second that Harry’d never modeled before. As the camera clicked away, Harry proved he was a natural. He needed no direction, allowing Louis to capture everything he envisioned and then some.

"Alright, lemme see!" Harry quipped after his third cigarette before sitting down next to Louis and tearing the camera from the boy’s grasp. He flipped through the pictures in quick succession as Louis fiddled nervously with his nails, and Louis only looked up when he noticed Harry had gone absolutely silent.

"I didn’t know you took these," Harry murmured quietly without tearing his eyes away from the small screen as his thumb moved slower and slower, and Louis felt his heart skip a beat when he realized what Harry must have discovered.

Louis scrambled for the camera but Harry turned his back on him before Louis had a chance to grab it or explain himself. “I - they were just test shots. Here, let me delete them.”

Harry simply shook his head slowly as he stared at the photos Louis had taken earlier in the day; photos of Harry.

Click.

Harry stood facing the water with his feet in the rising tide, his tall silhouette shadowed by the fiery sun floating in the cotton candy-colored sky.

Click.

His head was thrown back in an unrestrained laugh as a small crab perched mid-swing from his fingertips, his toes buried in the sandcastle he had previously built then promptly demolished.

Click.

Harry was glancing down as he walked along the shore, the smoke from his cigarette obscuring his face amongst the darkness clouding the secluded beach.

"Louis, these pictures-."

"Are creepy. Shit, I know and I’m sorry, I really should’ve asked-," Louis muttered regretfully under his breath.

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