The Family Reunion (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 7

Still Harry's POV:

Louis immediately puts his hands on my hips and pushes me up against him. Water falls over us; he looks so hot all wet and steamy.

The friction of both of our hard ons make me lean in for a hard kiss that gets heated quickly. His hands run up and down my body and down to my butt making him push up against me harder. I moan into his mouth and he pulls away giggling.

"You're such a good kisser," I tell him.

"So are you," he smiles.

He begins to kiss my neck sweetly, running his hands up and down my back. Around the same time, I hear a noise from our room. I was guessing it was Niall and he was just getting something, until I hear a door knob jiggle. Louis looks up at me.

"You locked it right?" He said.

"Yeah-"

I guess the lock was broken, because in comes Niall. We look at each other in horror.

"Hey, really sorry Louis....I just need to brush my teeth. One of Marcel's grandparents made a really funky breakfast casserole," Niall said.

"Uh....okay. Why don't you just maybe eat more food to get the taste out?" Louis said still holding on to me.

"Oh....hey, that's a good idea! Niall says, then runs off and shuts the door. He both make a sigh of relief.

"That was a close one...." I say. "Maybe we should get out."

Louis looks hesitant.

"What if Samantha or her friend come in here? I just really want to be careful."

"Ugh, okay Marcy. You get out. I was in here first." Louis stands on his tippy toes and kisses my forehead. I get out of the shower, dry off and put a sweater and kaki's on. I look at myself in the mirror and for some reason....am embarrassed. Louis dresses so much cooler than me, what with his black ripped skinny jeans and chains on his jacket.

I wait for him to get out of the shower. When he comes out of the bathroom, he already has his clothes on. He's wearing ripped skinny jeans and a band tee. I kind of wish he was wearing nothing, but I shouldn't complain. He's my cousin.

"Hey can I ask you something?" I said to Louis as we stood in the steamy bathroom doing our hair. He brushed his down over his forehead and teased it a little to add some volume.

"Sure," he said.

"Can I....borrow some of your clothes?" I ask him as I slick my hair back and add gel to it.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because I feel stupid around you in these clothes," I chuckle.

Louis' POV:

I mean, he doesn't exactly look "fly" wearing a Christmas sweater and kaki's. But he doesn't have to change for me, a guy he's probably never going to see again. I can't believe I got him in the shower with me.

"You don't look that stupid," I say watching him slick back his nerdy ass hair. "What looks stupid is your hair."

He looks at like he wants me to help him, so I take a brush and brush his curls down over his face. Then I shake them a bit to give his hair a fuller look. Next, I add a bit of hairspray like I did to mine.

"And here's the last step if you really want it." I say looking through a bag of mine.

"I do," he says even though he doesn't know what it is. I finally find my eyeliner and bring it close to his eye.

"Okay, maybe I don't." Harry backs away a bit.

"I'll only put a little to make your beautiful eyes stand out."

"But I don't want to look gay!"

"Really?" I look at him like he's stupid and cross my arms. "Says the guy who took a shower with his cousin. Who is a guy. And your cousin gave you a blowjob; who is a guy. And-"

"Okay, okay! Just a little."

So I put a light ring of eyeliner around his eye and a medium sized line around mine like usual.

"What about clothes?" He asks.

I lead him to my suit case and pull out a plain black tee shirt.

"You already look fine, but if you insist," I say handing him my shirt. He takes his sweater off and I watch him intently, seeing how is arms flex when he moves them. I don't care if he knows I'm staring. I don't care if anyone knows.

Harry's POV:

Louis stares at me as I put on his somewhat loose black shirt. I look in the mirror and think it looks good on me. I look better than I did before, at the least.

"Thanks," I tell Louis.

"No problem. You can keep it if you want."

"No, I couldn't do that. And my mum would just throw it away." I chuckle.

"Why?"

"She just won't like it," I explain.

"Oh. Guess she doesn't like me very much," he says looking down.

"No, of course she likes you." I put a hand on his shoulder. "You're her nephew."

"Yeah, who does dirty things with her son," Louis says, then pulls my face in for a kiss. I kiss him back lustily and he leans me against the bed

"Yeah she'd definitely hate you for that," I say in between kisses.

"Good. Run away with me." I don't hear sarcasm in his voice. "We're bad. Illegal."

"Incest is illegal?" I ask as I kiss his jaw line.

"No, but it's wrong. We're wrong and bad," Louis said but smiled as he did. He seemed to enjoy being wrong and bad.

"You wanna run away with me, Harry?" He asked me seriously. I did. I really did. And I didn't think twice.

"Yes," I say, then I kiss him again. Right after, footsteps come through door.