Heartbreaker (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 23

Holy mothers of One Direction!

Did you know that I actually had fun writing the smut chapter? Yeah, I did! I enjoyed it, kind of! Sorry, okay, but I am a Directioner and Larry Shipper, plus I have corrupted friends and read stuff like that a billion times a day! Blame it on my ex! Best thing to do, blame the one that isn’t there to defend themselves :D

Anyways, apparently, you liked last chapter. You’re all dirty bitches like me but probably not that corrupted ;) I gave you what you want, so be thankful :)

I have songs of the boys as remixes, and I say … DIED OF AWESOMENESS!

I updated this earlier than I actually planned ... because I love you.

Okay, so, here we go. Chapter 23.

Enjoy!

Louis woke up at the next evening, naked and happy, snuggled into Harry’s bare chest and his legs tangled with his boyfriend’s. He sighed happily and cuddled closer. Harry made an adorable sound and tightened his arms around Louis, nuzzling his face into Louis’ neck.

“Oh no, you did not!” a voice said from the door.

Startled, Louis shot up in a sitting position, only to feel a spark of electricity race up his spine. He clamped his hand over his lower back.

“My bum …” he whimpered painfully.

Harry sat up next to him and looked at him sympathetically, kissing his shoulder softly and pulling him into a hug, murmuring soothing words into his ear.

“Hello?” the voice said again and they turned their attention to the boy standing in the doorway.

“Z-zayn?” Harry asked. “Zayn! I … I remember! I remember! We … we had been friends since forever, but … Niall? I’m so confused!” Harry said.

“Gonna explain that later,” Zayn said. “But it’s nice to see you again, bro. But back to the topic, you two shagged!?”

“Yup,” Louis said and leaned against Harry’s bare chest. “Not gonna lie, it was mind-blowing.”

“Did not need to know that. Anyways, Louis, I think it’s time, you know?” Zayn said.

Louis nodded. “Yeah, I understand. C’mon, Harry. Let’s get dressed, it’s time for you to leave this all.”

Zayn walked out of the room, not wanting to see the two of them in their birthday suit. Harry nodded and kissed Louis shoulder once more, before the two of them hopped out of the bed and under the shower, washing each other’s hair.

Louis got dressed in washed blue skinny jeans, a black shirt and his favorite denim jacket that he had brought along and dark red converse. Harry wore his black skinny jeans, a red t-shirt and plain white converse.

Louis smiled and took Harry’s hand, pulling him out of the room. Zayn sat on the couch and flipped through the magazines, but stood up when he saw Louis and Harry.

“Now I can hug you,” the black haired Heartbreaker said and pulled Harry into a bone crushing hug.

“I missed you, Hazzy,” Zayn said.

“You’re probably the only one who gets away with calling me that,” Harry laughed. “I missed you too. Even though I didn’t really remember you, I always felt like I should remember someone.”

“I got Perrie up there. I turned her. I should probably look if she already woke up,” Zayn said.

“See you, Zayn,” Harry said.