21 TIMES - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

Chapter 1 - The Tweet (2018)

"Did you know that you can lower the risk of prostate cancer by ejaculating at least twenty-one times a month?" Louis shouts from the living room as he's scrolling through his twitter account.

"Who's claiming that? You?" he yells amused from the kitchen as he's rummaging through the shelves.

"I just saw this online! Come here and have a look!"

"Okay. Just a second." Harry finishes what he does and walks out of the kitchen. "Show me."

"Here," Louis says, handing the phone to Harry, "read the tweet yourself."

Harry takes Louis' phone. It shows a picture of someone who is wearing a white doctor's coat and blue rubber gloves while mimicking the sex act with an unambiguous pose of their fingers. Below the picture, a sentence is written: "Twenty-one ejaculations or more per month can protect men from prostate cancer."

Harry clicks on the link and starts reading the article that appears on the screen. "A survey has shown that-," he mumbles quietly, then continues reading in silence. After Harry has finished, he looks up and frowns. "What if that's true?"

Louis chuckles. "Then I should definitely go out more and find someone to fuck since wanking that much would bore the shit out of me." He reaches out for the phone. "At least you have a girlfriend. It shouldn't be a problem for you to get enough sex."

Harry flops down on the old armchair opposite Louis. He puts his feet on the table and folds the hands on his chest. "Having a girlfriend doesn't mean you're getting enough sex. At least not in my case." Louis gives Harry a questioning look. "Isabella doesn't like sex, easy as that."

Louis puts his phone down. "What?" he almost yells out in shock, "are you kidding me?"

"I'm being serious."

"I thought she was crazy about you?!"

Harry presses his lips together and shrugs. "Well . . . not in that way." He runs his fingers through his short hair. "Isa only wants to cuddle and kiss but . . . that's not enough for me. We've been together for what? Two months now?" Harry exhales audibly and shakes his head. "We've only fucked twice Louis, twice. In two months."

"Man, that sucks. Maybe she's scared of it or something? I mean . . . sometimes people's bad experiences inhibit their actions or maybe she hasn't slept with someone else before you got together?"

"I thought about this too but . . . no. She told me she has slept with other men before but who knows."

"Maybe you should just pull off that romantic shit like candle light dinners, rose petals on the bed and stuff. Maybe that would help?"

"I've done that already but we just ended up in bed doing nothing - well, besides cuddling and kissing." Harry lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Isn't there anything she likes to do like . . . sexually?"

"She gave me hand jobs but I think she does it just because I want it, there's no passion behind it. I could also do it on my own."

"That sucks."

"It does. She doesn't like giving head, she doesn't like to be fucked . . . I don't know. It's frustrating."

"Seems like we both struggle but . . . differently."

"To be honest, I don't think that she's scared. Maybe she's just asexual, you know?" There's a pause. "It wouldn't surprise me. You know, she always finds excuses. When I fingered her for the first time she said it would hurt so I never tried again. When I asked her to fuck me, she told me she had a headache. I don't know." The boy puts his feet down on the floor. "Do you remember Amber?"