cocktails | larry ✔️

twenty

harry has a pair of sunglasses sat on his nose while louis prefers to look into the bright sun.

"it looks..." harry scrunches up his face and shakes his head.

"what?" louis looks at him, notices harry's bitchy attitude just hearing the words he said.

"it looks like a public school."

"it is one after all." louis pulls his hip out sassily and quirks a brow.

"it looks like something that isn't cared for enough."

"run down?"

"yeah..."

"i told you it's a public school." louis giggles into the palm of his hand and harry's face lights up at this cute behaviour.

"do you want to go inside, lou?" harry's voice isn't supposed to be raspy but it ends up to be.

louis nods and both of them are walking past a few curious students, whispering about the famous hybrid and his project.

harry doesn't dare to correct them. saying louis is not just a project to him. he is like a friend in need or even a lover.

but harry doesn't and just takes louis's hand when he notices the small one wants to get held.

"hand holding in school?" harry mumbles in louis's direction.

but the smaller one just looks around with a smiling face. he is too innocent to even notice that hand holding makes people think about certain things... about how their relationship maybe is defined.

sure, harry knows it's not the best idea to hold hands with a guy in public when you want to (have to) stay in the closet but he couldn't care less. it is louis after all and he knows that the small kitten like boy needs to hold his hand sometimes or sit in his lap or cuddle into his side or gets carried around

harry knows sometimes louis wants to get treated like a child. cared for like one.

and probably he forgets that people are watching the two. because it's harry and harry is the strong hybrid who always takes care. who will defend him in every situation.

they end up in the headmaster's office. louis sits in a chair next to harry. he is nervous and looks down a lot. shy all over again.

"and louis is your... son? or... brother?" the principal seems confused, signing a paper.

"i take care of him." harry smiles.

the man in front of him nods and blushes. louis doesn't know if the man - nearing his 50s - is gay, attracted to harry or just nervous. maybe he knows about harry's wealth and wonders why he sends louis to a run down public school.

but louis has an urge to hiss at the principal. his principal.

he doesn't.

"you want to join us after the summer, louis?" the teacher looks at louis, eyebrows nearly in his hair.

louis nods.

"words." harry mumbles. signaling louis if he doesn't behave, the punishment won't be nice at all.

"yes, sir." well... it was the answer to harry's comment but the principal nods happily and carries on with the questions.

"which was your last school then?"

"he is getting homeschooled at the moment." harry interferes and the principal's eyes are on him again.

louis blushes.

"oh, why the change then?"

"socializing i guess." harry shrugs. "he will have to one day and i think it's getting boring for him at home."

"i like your school, sir." louis smiles. he wants the attention back on him and somehow the words have just slipped out.

"well, thank you, young man." the principal grins and nods.

"do you have a band? i'd like to make music." louis is wiggling around in his chair again and harry would just like to sit him on his lap, spank his thigh three times and-

"yeah, we have one actually."

"that's great!" louis is so enthusiastic about that, that he hops out off his chair.

harry frowns at that.

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at home again harry holds a leaflet about the school and the educational part.

him and louis are sitting on the couch, louis's feet in harry's lap, awkwardly near to harry's crotch.

louis scrolls through harry's ipad, mumbling about music and instruments.

"you want to learn something? guitar? piano?" harry asks, looking at louis.

okay, he imagines louis laying naked on the piano and harry fucking him like good boys deserve it.

"yeah..." louis trails off and jumps up. "a kitty guitar!" he squeaks and shows harry the screen, now sitting next to him, feet still buried between harry's legs.

harry looks at the picture. "nope."

"what?" louis's face scrunches up.

"no. i said no. you can look for a normal looking one but i won't buy you a guitar with kittens on it."

"why?" louis whines.

"louis, you are twenty years old!"

"long hair, don't care." louis mimics harry, throwing his non-existent long hair back.

harry shakes his head. curls sticking up in every direction. "you can have a white one or a wooden one but not something like this."

louis rolls with his eyes and harry doesn't want to believe what he just saw.

"louis."

"you are twenty, mister." louis mimics harry again, squinting his eyes like a little bratty kid.

harry snorts.

"well, when i'm twenty i can decide what i want."

"not if i am the one buying it."

"but i have my own money." louis challenges. he shuts down the ipad and crawls in harry's lap, grinning at him.

"i won't allow it."

now it is louis's time to snort. "what are you... my sugar daddy?"

harry smirks. "well let me think about it... i buy you stuff, i care for you, i treat you like a princess and i spank you. yes, i am your sugar daddy, louis."

louis looks at him baffled and his face gets red.

he hops down from harry's lap, gets the tablet and runs into his room, screaming: "buy me the kitten guitar, daddy. or i will whine forever!"

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i love louis!!! who's with me??? do you love lou in this story??

and yes update again!!

guys, i have my own flat and i'll move in next month and then i'll study!!

whoop whoop no more parents who give a shit about my gender identity and pronouns!! life is great!

tell me a great thing about your life!

what should louis/harry do next? and don't say they should fuck coz they will eventually. i mean like small teasing things... ;)