Hold me close {{Larry one-shots and drabbles}}[ON HOLD]

20

Larry drabble…

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He hasn’t finished counting till twenty when he feels Harry’s lips on his. It’s a gentle brush, barely lasting a few seconds and then Harry’s smiling at him before he leaves.

He hasn’t finished counting till twenty again, when Harry takes his hand, interlocking their fingers together. He doesn’t say anything because it feels nice, even though he still has to count till twenty all over again.

The third time it’s Louis who pushes Harry against the wall, their chests flush against each other as they kiss hungrily, no finesse but barely restrained passion. He counts till twenty just as he’s about to fall asleep, body entangled with Harry’s among the sheets.

The fourth time, Harry counts along with him, his voice sounding like it always belonged with Louis’s. When they finish counting Louis feels like he can’t breathe, almost like one of his panic attacks but it’s not scary, it’s not suffocating that much.

 The next time Louis doesn’t count beyond 19, too distracted by the smooth expanse of Harry’s milky white skin. He forgets to count and then he’s waking up in a panic, chest constricting as the anxiety spikes up. Harry wakes up and holds him tight and Louis falls asleep somewhere along the fifth time he’s started to count all over again.

It’s been a year now, and Louis still counts till twenty but it doesn’t work him up to a panic attack just as quickly like before, and on the nights he wakes up in fear Harry’s voice joins his in a strange melody, as they both count till twenty and Louis falls asleep to the sound echoing in his ears.