Larry Stylinson Smut || Yourfoollarrie

•6• Part 1: Love Drunk

FROM AO3
NOT MINE
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Summary:
Harry and Louis have just done something they never thought they'd be able to do;
And they can't wait till the honeymoon.
Notes:
Just wanna say that I'm new here and this is my first smut. There's no smut in this chapter but here will be in every one after this
Umm I sure as fuck hope this isn't terrible
:)

Chapter Text

"You may now kiss your husband."

Harry grabbed the sides of Louis' face and placed a soft, chaste kiss to his lips while the gathering in the seats clapped. He pulled back and grinned at his now husband, so excited that they'd managed (after the five years of thinking they wouldn't make it) to actually follow their dreams and get married.

Louis smiled back at him, a tear escaping his left eye and he hurriedly wiped it away with the sleeve of his white dress shirt that was underneath a shiny black vest.

They linked their arms together and faced their friends and family, Harry winking at Liam and Zayn (Zayn had been resting his head on Liam's shoulder) and Niall in the front row of seats. They laughed and everyone stood up as Louis and Harry made their way out of the church, just excited for their well deserved honeymoon.

In all the years of One Direction, neither of them thought that they would ever be able to get married and now that they were, they wanted to go on a kick-ass honeymoon to make up for all the acting, fake girlfriends, and nights separated.

The reception was long and Harry invited Louis onto the dance floor after they had dinner and cut the cake for their first dance as a married couple, resting their heads together and talking quietly about how much they wanted to leave so they could get on the plane the next day. As soon as the dance ended, they managed to escape out the back door and into Harry's car.

Louis laughed as he put his head back on the head rest and closed his eyes. "Never thought we'd be able to do this, Haz." Harry just smiled and kept his eyes on the road, feeling exactly the same way. "I mean, I'm a different man now. I'm Louis Styles. And I cannot fucking wait for our honeymoon. Shit, Harry, this is going to be great," Louis cursed, excited out of his mind for the event that they had been planning for the past year.

They were headed to a secluded island, off the coast of the Bahamas, and not everybody went there. It was extremely private and that meant there would be not disturbances from fans, paps, or annoying management. They'd decided to give One Direction a break. They had been at it hard for years and management finally let up. They got to come out during a twit cam in which Harry had also proposed. Louis had broken down on the spot and, of course saying yes, declared it the best day of his life. All in front of their amazing fans.

Apparently Niall and Zayn and Liam had known about it because they just sat back on the couch and smiled the whole time, cheering when Harry got up from his kneeling position and put the ring on Louis' finger.

Louis snapped out of his mini flashback as Harry pulled up to their flat; a large, three-story brick house with a bumpy gravel driveway. "We're home, babe," Harry said softly as he turned off the car that was parked in the garage and lightly patted Louis' leg.

He smiled at him and leaned over to peck his lips and Louis rubbed his hand up and down Harry's suit jacketed back, both happy to be home and away from everybody. They got out of the car and went into the house, both of them tired, full, and ready for bed. Louis yawned as he slid his hand into Harry's and they made their way upstairs and into the bedroom. Harry pulled away to turn on the bedside lamp and shrugged off his jacket, throwing it over a chair by the desk and going to unbutton his dress shirt. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Louis was already down to his boxers and slipping into the bathroom connected to their room to probably brush his teeth.

Harry joined him and they brushed their teeth together, but then Harry kicked him out (I know we're married, Lou, but don't you think we should still get some privacy when using the loo?) and Louis'd left the bathroom with an eye roll. When Harry came out he was met with Louis laying on his back in his skimpy boxers, obviously waiting for Harry to come and get on top of him. Harry went to his side of the bed, pulled the covers down, and got in, taking a deep breath. Louis looked over at him expectantly, but Harry just smiled slightly.

"Not tonight, Louis. I love you, but I want to save it for our honeymoon. Don't worry, we leave tomorrow morning, I'm pretty sure you can wait," he told Louis and Louis groaned loudly, rolling over on top of Harry and kissing him hard, trying to get his way. Harry kept his hands above Louis' waist and waited for him to pull away, determined to wait until they got to the resort tomorrow.

Sex was something that Louis and Harry treasured. Of course they'd done it before and it wasn't like they wanted to save their first time until after they got married. There had been the time when the rest of the boys let Harry and Louis have the main tour bus to themselves while they went off to separate ones. But then in the morning, everyone hand been talking about the "shaking tour bus" incident and they just laughed for weeks straight.

They were both open to trying new things and even had a sort of policy not to laugh at the other when they shared something new they wanted to try because they wanted to give the other person a chance to say what they wanted. Nothing was embarrassing to them because they'd been best friends (boyfriends) since the X Factor and would literally tell each other anything and everything.

"I'll kiss you all you want but we're waiting till we get there tomorrow for the real thing," Louis just laughed when his husband called it 'the real thing' because he was a 21 year old man and was being incredibly cheeky. They snogged a little while longer, maybe five or so minutes, or until their lips were both red and swollen and soaked in spit, and Louis had eventually stopped grinding up against Harry's crotch. He'd settled down and lazily laid on top of him, gently pulling at his hair when Harry pulled away, breathing mint into his face. "It'll be worth it, babe. Trust me," and Louis did trust that it would be worth it. It was always worth it with Harry.

"Love you."

"Love you, too, Lou."