Outing Larry

Chapter 54 (Part 1)

A/N HEY GUYS I'M BACK WITH ANOTHER UPDATE. I CANNOT BEING TO APOLOGIZE ENOUGH FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UPDATE BUT LIFE HASN'T BEEN REALLY TREATING ME WELL SO I NEEDED SOME TIME OUT. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE. HOPEFULLY I CAN GET BACK TO UPDATING REGULARLY. ALSO THIS CHAPTER WAS A BIT DIFFICULT TO WRITE AND I HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK. ANYWAY I DO HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THIS ONE.  IT WILL BE IN TWO PARTS AND AFTER I UPDATE I WILL START WRITING PART 2 AND HOPEFULLY UPDATE IT REALLY SOON. LOVE YOU ALL HEAPS. ENJOY. ALL THE LOVE M.

Louis and Harry arrived at the venue where the London Session was going to take place. They got out of their chauffeured car and after thanking their driver, they were ushered inside to a set up waiting lounge area with couches and refreshments. Niall and Liam had not yet arrived. Louis sat down but couldn't take his eyes off of Harry as Harry walked into the room. He looked so hot and gorgeous. He wore everything black: black shirt hanging loosely over his black skinny jeans, un-buttoned revealing his sparrow tattoos and the top of his butterfly tattoo. He had a black bandana tied around his neck which hung loosely down his chest, along with black boots, his long curly hair reaching down past his collarbones. Louis loved Harry's hair. It had grown very long now. It was soft and always smelled of some fruity shampoo that Harry used and Louis loved to play with it. He loved to tangle his fingers in those luscious curls and pull on them when they had sex. It drove Harry crazy, the filthy sounds he made..... Harry smiled at him.

'You're staring again,' he told him fondly as he sat down next to him, crossing his leg one knee over the other. Louis gave him a fond smile as he ran his hand up his thigh.

'You are gorgeous,' he simply told him never taking his eyes off him. Harry gave him a dimpled smile.

'So are you. But unfortunately I can't say the same for that ugly sweater you are wearing,' Harry told him playfully as they both looked down at Louis'woolly sweater. It was a mixture of black, brown and burgundy squares and it didn't do Louis any justice. According to Harry, he was too beautiful for that ugly, plain and unflattering piece of clothing.

'Don't start again Haz,'Louis warned him playfully. 'I love this top.' Harry rolled his eyes dramatically.

'I let you go shopping for once alone in a store that doesn't have Adidas written all over it and you come back with a disgrace.' Louis chuckled.

'For your information I happen to like it. It has taste.' Harry furrowed his brows at him.

'It has taste? Taste in what exactly? Grandad taste? You had taste in the last AMA's when I chose that Armani suit for you which by the way you could not even remember what designer you were wearing and that was offensive to me let alone to Armani,' Harry protested. Louis threw his head back and laughed loudly.

'Well better than wearing a suit made of bed sheets Mr. Fashionista,' Louis threw at him and Harry's frown deepened in playful hurt.

'Excuse you that was a Gucci,' Harry protested. Louis was still laughing.

'That my love looked like bed sheets. Bed sheets which I wanted to spread you on cos you looked so fucking hot in it,' Louis told him as he leaned closer to him and pecked his lips in the most adoring way. Harry pouted playfully.