Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#24

Title: Brotherly Love by Ashyn on AO3

Summary: Harry and Louis are brothers.

Only, they love each other a little more than brothers should.

Word Count: 2,350

*WARNING*: AS YOU CAN TELL BY THE SUMMARY AND TITLE THIS IS INCEST IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS THEN 1) DON'T READ AND 2) SOMETHINGS WRONG WITH YOU BECAUSE INCEST IS HOT ok enjoy☻

Harry sat bolt upright when a loud clap of thunder echoed throughout the house. His heartbeat thumped loudly in his ears as a new flash of lightning cracked overhead, sending another strobe of light through his bedroom window before plummeting it back into darkness. Rain pattered down heavily on the roof, almost drowning out the sounds of the boy's uneven breath as he tensed, readying himself for the boom of thunder that was to explode a moment later. He whimpered quietly as the deafening sound radiated around his small room, his palms that clutched tightly to his sheets began to sweat and toxic energy burned in his veins. Thirteen years old and storms still scared the poor boy half to death. Harry knew it was silly, to be frightened by a little thunder and lighting, but he couldn't help the irrationality of his fear. The bone-vibrating rumble of thunder always had his eyes watering and his fingers shaking, and the quick burst of lightning had his heart rate quickening and his breath shallowing.

He spared a glance at his electric alarm clock, green numbers blinking back at him 2:28 am . It was too late for him to wake up his mum and his dad would probably yell at him for being such a baby. Another roar of sound shook the house at the same time a brilliant light shone around his room. He quickly lent over at flicked on his bedside lamp, stopping the darkness from once again consuming him. Tears had just begun streaming down his cheeks when his bedroom door opened and his brother was stepped through the threshold.

"Harry? You awake, buddy?" He asked just before his eyes landed on his little brother, hunched up in the far corner of his bed with his arm wrapped around his knees, crying shamelessly.

"Lou-" The younger boy whimpered, his voice cut off as another clap resinated the walls. Louis was by Harry's side in seconds, pulling his little brother into a protective hug. Harry hugged back desperately, his nails digging crescent shapes into Louis' back as his tears seeped through the material of his brothers' shirt.

"Hey, hey, hey," Louis soothed, stroking Harry's hair. "Shhhh. C'mon, it's okay. I'm here" His words, however, didn't do much help as another flash of light swept through the room, making Harry sob hopelessly into his chest. Without thinking much of it, Louis quickly manoeuvred himself so he was lying in the single bed with his brother, pressing Harry closely to his body. Harry's hands formed fists in Louis' shirt, his face buried in the crook of his older brother's neck, Louis stroking up and down Harry's back, placing gentle kisses on his forehead.

"You just need to take your mind off it, Haz." Louis tried to console, "Try thinking about something else."

"I can't!" Harry wailed. Louis' hand stopped from, where it was drawing mindless patterns on his hip, and found its way under Harry's chin, tilting his head up so that his watery green eyes met Louis' clear ones.

"Then I guess there's only one solution," Louis sighed almost regretfully as Harry looked at him with a confused and worried face. "I'll have to kiss it out of you!"

Louis began peppering kisses all over the younger boys face, making Harry squeal in mock disgust and vainly try to push Louis away. Little giggles erupted from his brothers mouth and Louis felt ease settle back in his stomach, after all, he never liked to see Harry upset. His kisses got slower and not as urgent as he felt Harry relax in his arms, still kissing away the salty tears, but Harry no longer making new ones to replace them. Louis placed simple pecks over Harry's forehead and cheeks, gently pressing his lips to each of Harry's eyelids and nipping lightly at his nose and making Harry release a small chuckle. He then kissed the small space between Harry's nose and top lip, lingering there for a second before giving the same treatment to the younger boy's chin and finally his lips. Louis smoothly slid his mouth along that of his brother's, sucking on his pouty lips as his fingers gripped tighter into his hip, earning a keening sound from the younger boy. It was only then that Louis realised what he was doing,