Edge of Seventeen Larry AU

Guilty feet have got no rhythm.

Hello guys, this a/n is just to share something quickly and to warn you. So recently a friend messaged me because a Wattpad User ( Xjeal0uis28) translated and posted my one shot (you're a good boy and you know it). Why am I calling this out? Because it is totally unfair, I speak perfect spanish and those who have followed my stories for a certain time know that I barely have the time to update, it's not like I don't want to share it with my fellow spanish readers, I will when I have the time and if I want to and that does not give anyone the right to do it. So also beware, and look out for your own stories. This person was taking away all the credit, writing author notes that of course would make anyone believe it was of their own. I just felt awfully sad, and hope you can understand. Thank you, now let's begin.

Harry had Louis pressed against his chest as the older one concentrated on his poetry book, there were certain moments when Louis would call for his attention because he had read something wonderful that he wanted to share with the curly lad, something that he found adorable because then again, Louis would think that the whole book was wonderful, and that had Harry smiling, Lou was so smart, he knew so many things. He was interested in so many things, and so passionate about it them...

He wonders, if he ever dated any of those girls that he may have had the slight interest in them, would it had been the same? would he feel such and admiration towards them? would he feel as in love with their thinking as he was with anything else about them?

"Hazz." Louis waved a hand. "You're doing it again" Louis smirked with that "seductive knowing look" that only Louis Tomlinson could give, similar to the one he's giving the camera in one of those portraits that he keeps in the studio.

"Sorry Lou" Harry kissed the top of his head.

"So... your birthday's coming up soon..."

Harry groaned a quietly. "What did she say? what is she planning?" Harry asked him, his mother had to be planning something, and sure he was finally turning eighteen, but was he happy with everything that didn't included the gorgeous Mr. Tomlinson?

"Mmh, nothing that I know about. But she did mentioned it earlier when she came by to ask me if i could keep and eye con you when you arrived. She was in such a rush and said she was going to be out all day... apparently you were swinging by Niall's for the day."

"Yeah, but I had some thing to take care of... I needed to remind Mr. Tomlinson something rather important, and sort out a very serious topic of how good his ass was looking in a pair of yoga pants." Harry said with fake seriousness.

"Oh really know? so did you fixed it?"

"Yes, had to rip the pants out of him and teach him a lesson. I hope he does it again." Now Harry was smirking playfully at his lover.

"You're such a dork." Louis snorted but laughed, because he actually enjoyed the yummy sex they both had just an hour ago.

"Your dork." Harry said as he got closer.

"And you only get to be mine."

"I don't know Lou, Mr. Tomlinson, my neighbor seems to be giving some looks, I think he likes me. And I have to say, he's quite good looking."

Louis smacked Harry in the chest.

"Ha ha, as if." Louis said with a fond eye roll.

They both stood up from where they were lying on the sofa that had a pretty amazing view that went a little beyond the posh neighborhood and could see the pretty green hills of the suburb that California could offer. The couple decided to have tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiched for lunch, Louis sad on the kitchen table as Harry moved around the kitchen, roaming through the fridge and running to the stove to check on the boiling tomatoes, occasionally stopping his steps to snog Louis a little before returning to his cooking rush. God he was so in love. They were so in love.