FINGERTIPS ║ Larry Stylinson

31 ║ One Dance

September 13th

When Louis stopped the car, he turned toward Harry and looked at him for a moment. He was beautiful under the soft light coming from the ceiling that caressed his face gently. His skin looked smooth and he wanted to run his fingers across his face. He stopped the GPS of which the voice was repeating they were at the good house. He was about to go in the house, and he was anxious. He knew he didn't have to hide himself, to lie or say anything to cover up the fact Harry and himself were so close to each other – obviously Harry had told him he had told Niall – but Louis felt like he would still do so. It would be weird to him, to act normally around people. They were not strangers, of course, but it was still something new to him and he didn't feel comfortable. Louis slid his hand slowly on the younger boy's cheek and leant on to kiss him gently. He had put on an old splint for the night, to keep his wrist from any more damage. Louis wasn't sure if he even wanted to come in and see people. He was better here, hidden in his car with Harry. Just the two of them. But he had promised Harry. He knew Liam and Zayn were probably already waiting for them because Zayn's car was on the other side of the street. But also because Louis had waited for Harry for about twenty minutes for the only reason he had lost his favourite shirt. And even though Louis had whispered in his ear that he didn't need that one shirt to look beautiful, Harry had answered something close to the fact I can't see isn't a good reason not to look good for others, I want my black and white heart pattern shirt. And maybe Louis had found him a bit too cute with that shirt once he had put it on, and that was probably the reason why he wasn't complaining anymore. Harry smiled against his lips and Louis sighted a bit before pressing his forehead against Harry's.

"Can't we stay in the car?"

Harry chuckled quietly before resting his head against the headrest. He slid his fingers up to Louis' face slowly and gently stroke his cheek. He shook his head, his chocolate curls flying all around his face.

"Are you sure?"

Harry nodded before he slid his thumb on Louis' lips softly, feeling them under his skin as he leant on to replace his finger with his plump lips. Louis pouted against Harry's mouth, not kissing the younger boy back. Harry pulled away before pecking Louis' lips again. He placed his over hand on the other side of his boyfriend's face and pressed his lips against Louis' again.

"Hey!" Harry whined and stuck his bottom lip out.
"Aww. Stop! Your cuteness will kill me!" Louis replied before kissing the boy's lips.

They chuckled into their kiss and the curly haired boy rested his face onto the crook of Louis' neck, his hand drawing imaginary circles onto the older boy's knee. They flinched when someone knocked loudly against the window. Louis turned around. Zayn was outside, a cigarette trapped in between his lips. Louis rolled the window down.

"Are you quite finished? We're waiting for you!" Zayn complained.
"We're coming!"

Zayn leant on and looked at Harry who was quickly putting on his glasses onto his nose.

"Hello Harry!"
"Hi Zayn." Harry replied as he waved slowly.

Zayn raised an eyebrow as he looked back to Louis who rolled his eyes and pushed his friend away before closing the window. He wondered how he would have gone through all of this without Zayn. Zayn had helped him a lot. He may like to tease Louis a bit childishly but he was such an amazing friend.

They didn't stay very long inside Niall's house. It was nice, there was good music, biscuits, crisps and there were more people than expected, because Zayn and Liam had brought their girlfriends as well as other random people. But it had come clear to Louis' mind that Harry was mad at him about rejecting his offer to dance with him "because everyone knew already anyway". Louis had stared at the boy for a long time, and even though he would never tell anyone, seeing Harry talk so passionately with Zayn had threw some sort of wave of jealousy through his body. So after a while, he just took the boy outside. They had not really shared any word yet, they were simply walking around in the barely lighted streets. A heavy tension was floating over their bodies as they entered the little path of a small park.