Title: Connect Four by homoeroticharry on Tumblr
Summary: Heres a fluffy one shot about acne. tehehe
Word count: idek🙍
"I look gross, Lou," Harry moaned, peering into the mirror at his pockmarked face.
"Far from it, babe," Louis said, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist.
"But look at my face!" Harry protested, smoothing his fingers over the skin of his cheek.
"Hazza..." Louis sighed, resting his chin on the younger boy's shoulder.
"What?" Harry replied absently, eyes zeroing in on an emerging blemish.
"Your face is beautiful." Louis said, kissing Harry's neck and caressing the skin of his belly.
"No," Harry whined, leaning back into Louis' touch and moving his hair down over his forehead to cover a zit.
"I'm breaking out everywhere," he continued. "Even on my back and chest. Its so disgusting, I seriously wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to have sex with me again."
"Harry, stop. You're overreacting," Louis consoled, stroking the skin below Harry's bellybutton soothingly.
"No, seriously, Lou, I am so gross," Harry tried to twist out of Louis' grasp to point at his back. "Look at that. Do you see that? That is repulsive!"
Louis frowned and squinted at Harry's back. "Uh, no Haz, I don't..." He trailed off, raising an eyebrow.
"What? You don't?" Harry questioned, twisting to look in the mirror. "Right there. See that red thing?" He pointed out.
"Uh, babe. That's a bug bite..." Louis reminded his boyfriend, skimming his fingers over the bump. "Remember you got that two nights ago when we were fulfilling your 'rooftop sex' fantasy?"
"Oh. Right. Yeah," Harry blushed. "But still. I look gross. Two nights ago is probably the last time you'll ever fuck me and I didn't even know it. Dammit." He cursed, leaning back into Louis once more and sighing heavily.
"You are crazy, you know that? One, because if you think our sex life is going to suffer because of a few blemishes, and two 'cause you're naked right now because I just finished fucking you." Louis said, kissing Harry's shoulder.
"Oh yeah... That was good, by the way. Really good." Harry nodded absently.
"Yeah it was. And I'll give you a repeat show later if you get dressed because we have an interview to get to." Louis pulled away and gently slapped Harry's bare butt, heading out of the bathroom and into their bedroom.
"Mmf." Harry said when Louis left the room, examining his face again quickly before he turned and left as well.
-o-
Throughout the entire interview, Harry kept fidgeting in his seat, adjusting his hair to cover his forehead, pressing his fingers against his temple where he could feel an emerging pimple, trying to hide the red spot. He refused to make eye contact, kept his head ducked except when it was absolutely necessary that he answer a question. Louis noticed every movement Harry made, cataloged his every effort to hide his face.
It was true Harry was breaking out a lot more recently, but he's a teenager and it happens. He was also under immense pressure for his young age, and there's no way the stress couldn't get to him without a few side effects.
Louis noticed the change in Harry's complexion but didn't care, he didn't mind the blemishes, Harry was sexy no matter what. He knew the younger boy was incredibly self conscious about the way his skin looked, always going out to buy new soaps and scrubs, begging their makeup artist for 'subtle concealer' that he could use so no one would know he was wearing it. Louis caught him dabbing it on his face more than once and Harry would blush furiously, hiding the palette behind his back and making weak excuses. His efforts to disguise his skin were almost more embarrassing than the breakouts themselves, and Harry would often bury his face in Louis' shirt and hide from view.
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Larry Stylinson One-Shots
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