Larry Struggles

Comforting Him

A.N.// If anyone wants smut scenes, you have to message them tome. Because I don't want to wright FULL ON smut scenes lol. Im only 15… sooo not my thing lol. Or if anyone has any ideas for FILLER CHAPETERS, pleeeease msg me!

  *Harry’s POV*

Once we are back inside, I pull Louis into my bedroom and push him up against the door, my hands, thinking on their own, going immediately to his belt buckle.

"No, Harry. Not yet.” He tells me as he slowly guides my chin towards his and places his lips down on mine as I open my mouth. I feel his tongue with mine and notice the absence of the stud.

“Lou,” I say between kisses, “Where’s your uhhm…” He breaks the kiss for a sec; just long enough to pull it out of the case in his back pocket of his black skinny jeans and place it back in his tongue, carefully.

“Better?”

“Better.” I tell him as we gently start to kiss, slowly opening our mouths for the others entrance. Just then we hear a soft knock on the door as Anne tells us it is dinner time. I kiss him one more time, and run my hands over his arms before opening the door. As we sit down at the dinner table, we instantly sit in the 2 that are closest to each other. As dinner starts, we make mindless small talk for a bit, while under the table, Louis and I were playing footsies, which was a pointless effort on his part, considering my feet are much bigger than his. I place my hand on his knee; he looks at me and smiles. As he puts his smaller hand on top of mine, I turn my hand up, so our fingers can lace together. I notice my mom staring at us when I look up.

“Haha, what?” I ask her, laughing.

“Nothing.” I look at her doubtfully, “My baby boy is just growing up, that’s all.”

I sigh and roll my eyes, “Mom, what time was Gemma supposed to be back home?”

“Uhhm, I think around 7:30, why do you ask?” As I look at the black and white, traditional clock on the baby blue kitchen wall, I see that it is already 7:15.

“Mom, Louis and I are both done eating,” In reality we had both been done for a while, my mom has never been the best cook, so we don’t eat many of her dinners, I usually cook. “So, we are gonna go out for a bit before Gemma gets home. Okay?” she nods and smiles. “I promise we will be back by 10.” I drop Lou’s hand, before standing up to kiss my mother on the cheek, as we prepare to leave the house.

We walk over to my bedroom to grab Louis’ jacket and book bag from after school. I sit on my bed, waiting for him to gather his stuff, checking the text messages on my phone. I am so wrapped up in texting Niall back, that I don’t notice Louis sit on my bed until he’s behind me, legs on each side of me, with his arms around my waist and his chin resting on my shoulder. “Oh, Lou,” I exclaim, scared out of my mind by the sudden presence of his warm breath on my neck.

“Hi.” He says, quietly, as if not to wake someone sleeping only a few feet away.  As I feel him start to kiss my shoulder and collar bone up to my neck. “Lou, but Gemma doesn’t know…”

“I don’t care about Gemma. I just want you.” He says seductively.

“She will be back soon…” He smiles and pulls me into a kiss that is sweet but passionate, as if he could never have a single regret. “Awwe, Boobear…”

“Haha, Boobear?” he laughs as the kiss comes to an end.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna call you from now on.”

“Why?” he asks, biting his lip.

“Because that’s what Dexter said, and I like the way it sounds. It suits you.”

“Haha, okay. Well, if you call me Boo-bear, then I need to have a nickname for you, my little angel.”

“Haha, little? Louis, I’m taller than you are…”

“Well, only by like, 2 inches.”

“Haha more like 6…” he rests his chin on my shoulder when I say this, and sighs.

“I know.” He says, sounding a little disappointed.  I tilt my head to the side, so our lips are almost touching.

“But we both know you’re the cute one.” My warm breath melts, over his lips as he smiles.

“You’re too sweet, Angel.” He tells me. “So, where are we going?”

“Out for Pizza, I’m starving.” He looks at me and laughs, “What?” I ask.

“Nothing, you’re just, so… funny” I look at him and smile, before grabbing my red Olympics jumper, and throwing it on, over my head. As I pop my head out of the top, he is already standing right beside me, pulling me in for a soft kiss, before we leave the room.

“Bye, mom” I call out before pulling him out the door and over to my car. Once we are in the car, we only make it about 2 blocks away before I know what Lou wants to do. I look at him with a questioning expression on my face.

“Please?” he asks, plastering a pout on his perfect lips. I give in and pull into the empty Chuck-E-Cheese parking lot, about half a block away. We sit in the back seat, and I straddle him, while running my hands up and down his chest under his grey and white tee shirt. I love his tummy… it might sound weird, considering most people prefer abs, like mine, not to brag or anything. But Lou’s tummy isn’t anything like you would think… it’s not like it makes him fat. It makes him look cuter.

*Louis’ POV*

As we are in the back seat, I start pulling Harry’s jumper over his head, wanting as much of him as could get, which was apparently mutual, because his hands go right under my top, gently scratching my chest and stomach. As I pull Harry’s jumper over his adorable curls, his blue and white tee comes off with it, which he doesn’t seem to mind, as he presses his lips down on mine as soon as the restricting material is gone.

He has abs… I think, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about my tummy. I think Haz notices, because he stops kissing me and sits up, “What’s wrong Lou? I thought this is what you wanted…” He seems confused. I sit up more, with him still straddling my lap, he looks so young and innocent, and honestly, I love it. He still has his hands on my tummy, under my shirt, and I think he can feel me flexing, trying to prove to him that I actually am fit; I just don’t like to work out all the time.

“Lou,” he takes his hands off my tummy and puts them behind my neck. “I love you just the way you are, okay? I love your tummy, and I would love it even more if you didn’t try to hide it.” I nod, still feeling a little bit off, but happy at the same time. I feel a huge smile come across my face.

“What?” he asks cutely

“You, uhm, you said you loved me…”

“Yeah, and?”

“Harry… we aren’t even dating.”

“Well then we need to change that, don’t we?” He says, biting his lip. I wrap my hands around his waist, rubbing his lower back with my thumbs, smiling.

“Yup…” I barely get the word out of my mouth before pulling my lips up to meet my curly haired boyfriend’s. I can feel him smiling as we kiss, we both are. I guess we are together. So, am I gay? I don’t know… I push the thought out of my mind as I pull his hips closer to mine, our jeans getting in the way of what we want.