Heartbreaker (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 11

Well, well, well.

Here we go.

Was some time, huh?

Okay, this chapter is LARRY, fricking Larry!

I am so happy right now and I don't have a fucking clue why!

I read so much stuff at the moment, I think I am crazy.

Question to y'all! Do you think that Zayn has one the most beautiful laughs in the world as well? I do because it's just nice and all.

SKITTLES!

You're freaking weird, y'all! More than 10 Votes for Chapter 10, that's my record! Holy fuck, SHOUTOUT to all of you fricking lovely's!

I actually think that I am pansexual.

Enjoy!

Louis looked up at Harry as he slowly leaned down until they were close, so close he could feel Harry's hot breath on his lips.

Louis looked up at Harry, his lips parted, an insecure look on his face. Harry looked down on him fondly and stroked Louis still pinned-down wrists with his thumbs. Then he began, slowly, almost scared, to lean down.

Louis eyes widened a bit, but he didn't do anything to stop the slightly taller boy. He let out a long breath and tilted his head a very little to the side. He parted his lips, and fluttered his eyes shut as he felt plump, full, cherry red, slightly pouted lips on his own.

What was he doing? He swore that he would never kiss anyone! But right now, all the flying fucks that he could be able to give about it left him.

Louis felt like he was on fire. His skin felt hot, his lips seemed to be ablaze. He wriggled his wrist to grasp something, but Harry didn't let them go.

The kiss felt so amazing. Not only made it Louis feel like he was burning - but not in a bad way - it made him feel like he was flying, higher than ever. His senses were clouded and he could only think HarryHarryHarry. The kiss was soft and tender as if they were afraid the other boy could break into a billion pieces when they pushed too forceful. Louis parted his lips a bit and poked his tongue out slightly, licking over Harry's lips to keep that taste forever.

Harry pulled back and Louis made a whine of protest, making Harry chuckle. The curly haired boy let Louis wrists go and looked down on him.

"Listen here, Louis, if you do this, it is forever. So think about it," Harry said.

Louis groaned and smacked the back of Harry's head. "Shut up and kiss me, you fool!"

What was wrong with him? He was never one to do something like that but ... it felt too good to care.

Harry grinned and leaned down, capturing the Heartbreaker's lips in another kiss. This one was different to the first. Louis found out that Harry's kisses were slow but forceful, packed with emotion what was weird because Louis had been observating Harry for quite a time, and he had never kissed anyone like that.

His hands found their way to Harry's dark, thick, silky curls and he fisted them, liking the feeling of them between his fingers. Harry traveled his hands up and down Louis' back, slipping them underneath his shirt and feeling the hot, smooth skin.

Louis kissed back, but he was a bit nervous. What if Harry went further than kissing? What should he be doing then?

They rolled over so Harry was underneath Louis and Harry placed his large hands on Louis' hipbones, digging his nails into the skin where Louis' shirt had moved up.

They broke apart panting and gasping for air, but their eyes were shining and Harry leaned up to give Louis' lips tiny pecks, never wanting to forget how these lips felt on his.

"I really, really like you, Louis," Harry admitted softly. "Will you ... will you be my boyfriend?"

Louis smirked down on Harry. "I thought you'd never ask."

"But when I asked you out first you said-"

Louis cut him off with another soft kiss, slowly growing addicted to these plump cherry lips that tasted so good!

"I only did it because I wanted to see if you ment it serious, Harry. I don't want some short fling. I want a steady, long-lasting relationship."

While he was saying it he wondered if it was actually what he was feeling. It couldn't be all a complete lie, that was for sure. And it scared him.

"Believe me, I am serious with this," Harry said and ran a hand through Louis' soft hair.

"I hope that. For you."

Harry flashed Louis a 10000 Watt Smile and stood up, pulling Louis up with him. They stood in their room, wrapped in each other's arms, looking into one another's eyes.

Harry leaned down and kissed Louis again. Louis traveled his hands and locked them around the boy's neck and played with the little hairs there.

They broke apart and the Heartbreaker placed his forehead on Harry's collarbone while Harry secured his arms around Louis' waist. They began to sway back and forth to a song that only they could hear.

They began to kiss again and Harry slipped his thigh inbetween Louis'. The Heartbreaker tried hard not to begin rutting against it, and he was a bit afraid. What if Harry went any further?

The Harry took a step back and took Louis' face in his hand, stroking his sharp cheekbones with his thumbs.

"You're so beautiful, Louis, so beautiful. I'm so happy that you chose me to be your boyfriend."

Louis blushed. He never blushed before. But Harry did something to him that he just couldn't describe. Something dangerous and beautiful.

Harry knew that what he said was true. He was not the only one that thought Louis was the most beautiful being ever. With his sharp cheekbones, his defined jawline, his sinful bows that he called his lips, his cute little button nose that was covered with cute freckles, his curved eyebrows, his long black eyelashes that framed his unbelievable blue eyes, his wavy, tousled, dark brown hair that was just a little lighter than Harry's, his long, strong legs, his huge bum (A/N: I had to mention it, okay!), his toned torso and his smooth skin that owned this dark sun tan he was just the perfection in person, plus his tattoos that were just the icing of the cake.

Harry pressed a soft kiss to his now boyfriend's lips and whined happily into the kiss, making Louis smile.

Suddenly, the door bursted open and Anna walked in. She stopped in tracks when she saw her best friend with Louis and they broke apart slowly.

She raised her eyebrows. "I want n explaination, Styles, a good one!" she hissed.

Louis hissed back, tightening his grip around Harry's middle. See now why he calls him Kitty? It suits him, don't you think?

"None of your fucking business," he growled but calmed down as Harry stroked his hair gently, pressing a tiny peck to his lips.

"Anna, may I introduce you? This is Louis. My boyfriend."

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