You and I (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

Today was the day the boys and I had an interview. We were supposed to be talking about our new album, but.. other things.. happened. Yeah. This day just really wasn't my day.

I was squished in between Niall and Liam on the backseat of our car. Paul was driving us, so we had to fit 6 people in a car meant for 5. Needless to say, I wasn't very comfortable. But, what happened next made my situation three seconds ago seem like it was the best spot I've ever sat on. Louis actually climbed over Liam to get onto my lap. My eyes widened and I immediately shot up straight. How am I ever going to survive a car trip with Louis on my lap!? I started freaking out and Liam looked at me, raising one eyebrow.

"What's up with you Haz?" Liam asked me. I gave him a tight, forced smile. "Nothing Liam." He watched me closely, shaking his head a bit. "Okay Harry, if you say so.." he said, not sounding convinced at all. Nice. Now I'm going to need to fix that too. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Why is everything so difficult again?

Right when I thought that, Louis shifted on my lap, accidentally grinding his ass down on my crotch. I let out a pathetic whimper. Really!? Liam's gaze flickered back to me, so I flashed him a grin, quickly recovering from my stupid little breakdown. He looked straight into my eyes for a moment, before turning away again. I let out a sigh, not noticing I had held my breath. Back to my problem, Louis on my lap. We weren't even halfway yet, and I was squirming in my seat, trying to make my situation a bit better. It didn't help.

After another hour I spent squirming in my seat we finally arrived at the location the interview was going to be held at. Paul drove the car around the building, leading us to the back entrance of the building, avoiding most of the fans screaming our names. As soon as Paul stopped the car, I flipped Louis away from me, probably on Niall's lap, and ran into the building, searching for my dressing room. I couldn't think about the other boys most likely being confused about my behaviour, all that was on my mind was Louis and the heat he radiated while he sat on my lap. I ran into the bathroom, quickly checking if I looked presentable. That's when I saw, and felt it. Not only was Louis grinding down on me in front of the other extremely uncomfortable for me, it had also created the problem I was stuck with now. That's right, I had an obvious hard on in my pants. I groaned loudly, how was I ever going to get rid of that!?

(A/N Kind of, sort of, mature stuff, so, don't read it when you're not into those things)

I tried everything. Just sitting still, thinking about extremely gross things like my grandmother naked, splashing cold water everywhere. It didn't help at all. That only meant one thing.

I needed to.. solve.. my problem, myself.

I started thinking quickly. I ran to my door, locking it before anyone could come in while I was.. sorting myself out. God I feel so awkward thinking about this.

I walked over to the sofa in the middle of the room, lying down. I popped the button on my pants and zipped the fly. I put my hand down my briefs and imagined Louis being here touching my cock, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Or better, talking dirty. My breath hitched and my heart started beating faster while I stroked faster. I knew I had to finish quickly, so I closed my eyes, seeing Louis there. Naked. With hungry, lust filled eyes. I couldn't help but moan loudly at my own imagination. I imagined Louis crawling over the sofa, onto my naked body, grinding down while looking into my eyes. My breathing was ragged, my heart almost slammed out of my chest. This was the best feeling ever, and probably the closest I was ever going to get to having Louis, especially like this. I tugged hard one more time, coming like I didn't just do that every week, or every other day rather. "UGH, LOUIS, YEESSSS!!!!" It slipped out, I really couldn't help it. When my breathing and my heartbeat slowed down a bit, I swear I heard feet shuffling around right in front of my door. My eyes widened. Oh god, what if some interviewer heard me jack off and scream out Louis' name!? Oh god, I'm fucked.

A/N

awwww, poor Hazza, bad day :(

so, what did y'all think of it? :D

sorry if there are any mistakes by the way, typing stuff like this on your Ipad really doesn't work

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Xx Maureen