Happier With You || Larry Stylinson AU

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I'm upset bc I kinda have no idea where this story is going now. Please tell me it seems like I do? :")

Comment any ideas you have! :)

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"Haz, I blacked out... I wasn't near death or anything.." He didn't move from his curled up position between my arms, our legs staying in place, tangled together.

"Babe, I'm fine.. Look at me, see?"

Harry remained still and I frowned, concern taking over me when I felt a small wet spot on my shirt.

"Harry? Please look at me.. Why are you crying, love?"

"...I-I'm sorry"

I lifted his chin up until his glassy eyes met mine, instantly pulling him back into my embrace and rubbing small circles on his back. "What- Harry, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for! I'm happy right now, here with you, despite my height of fears while being thousands of feet up in the air, you make me happy, Haz. You don't need to apologise for making me happy.."

It was silent for a few seconds before he moved his face from my chest. "I'm happier with you, too.."

"Good, so don't let my stupid anxiety get in the way, yeah? I'll get used to you're famousness soon."

"It's not stupid.. it's serious Lou."

"I know.. but I love you, and I don't really care about any consequences if it means getting to be with you."

"Really? -I'm so selfish.. oh my-"

I cut Harry off by kissing him, "Harold.. stop that, I mean it, okay?" I scold, and a small smile graces over his lips.

"Anything else, Daddy?"

I feel my eyes grow large and something in my lower region twitch. I suddenly want to slap the smirk off Harry's face, but I'm also relieved that he's forgotten about the last conversation.

Harry's hand grazes lightly over my clothed member and he's looking at me with a certain glint in his eyes.

"I really don't think you should be doing that, Haz."

"Why? You don't like it?"

His hand glided smoothly up my length. "Y-yeah, f-fuck, Harry. It's just- what if s-someone comes i-in?" and also the fact that he was literally crying less the thirty seconds ago?

"Door's locked, don't worry about them." His body hovered over mine until his face was directly above my bulge. I groaned at the sight of Harry, lust was taking over his features, eyes hooded and lips pink and wet. Everything about lustful Harry was extremely beautiful.. Nothing compared to a fine piece of art, because Harry was seriously one of a kind and no piece of art would be able to capture every aspect that makes him Harry Styles.

"Can I? Please?" he played with the hem of my sweats.

"Oh my-" does he really expect me to be able to deny his touch? "yeah Haz, fuck- please, baby."

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I walked out of the now seeming hot room, my hand clasped in Harry's as we did so.

Kendal and her sister were at the front of the plane, both near windows as they lazily flipped through magazines. A small booth like table at the back was occupied by four rather large men, other wise known as either Harry's or Kendal's security, all talking about something that neither of them looked interested in.

My cheeks were still flushed and so were Harry's, except he had the entire blow job face. His eyes were glazed over, cheeks tinted a bright red and his lips were wet and swollen. Most of all, the smirk wouldn't wipe its way off of Harry's face, almost, or definitely, as if he were proud that he'd had me a complete mess less then twenty minutes ago. Bastard.