ship: larry
word count: 2613
category: sMuT
Louis liked this one boy in his grade. The boy with the chocolate curls that looked so fucking soft, the boy who was really tall for their age, the boy who's hands distracted Louis in art class - the way he'd work so well, how his fingers would curve around a pencil, or whatever he was holding, the way he'd use them when they had a pottery assignment. Here's the thing, everyone knew him as Harry, the only seventeen year old who had never questioned his sexuality, claiming he didn't have reason to yet, and well, needless to say, Louis wouldn't mind helping question, and/or figure himself out.
He had always noticed not so subtle stares, whenever he'd been down to get his pencil, all the boys - into boys or not - would stare at his bum. But it wasn't them that he cared about, or did it for. In the corner of his eyes, he'd see Harry staring, and sometimes biting on his finger, lip, pencil, whatever was closest.
He loved it - the way Harry would stare, he wanted Harry's attention and was going to get it at any and all costs. And, eventually, it began to pay off.
It began with subtle touches, Harry "accidentally" brushing his fingers against Louis' back, or ass when they'd go up and get in line to get their assignments for the week. The way he'd "randomly" started sitting next to him on the bus, and his thigh would rub against Louis' due to the lack of space. Then one day, Harry spoke to Louis.
It was cloudy, Louis distinctly remembers due to the loud roars of thunder - Louis hates thunder. With each crack, he'd shudder, or jump, not even the loudest songs in his playlists could've distracted him.
He was sat on the bus, face hid in his sweaterpaws, hoodie on, headphones in. Harry sat next to him per usual, but noticed the fear radiating off the smaller boy due to the storm - he assumes.
"You okay?" were the first words Harry ever said to Louis, they were so smooth, and the boy was in shock at how deep Harry's voice was.
"N-No, not really." Louis shook as lightning lit the sky up.
"Hey," Harry spoke, concern laced in his voice, "it's okay, there's no need to be afriad."
"I've always had a rather irrational fear of thunder and lightning." Louis spoke, curling himself into a ball.
Harry sucked on his bottom lip for a second, before comforting the small boy by putting an arm around him a holding him close. He postioned Louis so that his face was snugg in the crook of Harry's neck. Louis breathed in the sweet scent of Harry's hair, and cologne, wanting nothing more but to just nip at Harry's neck, and hear him react. Seeing the goose bumps form as Louis was breathing on his neck was annoying him in the best way possible.
Harry had ended up walking the younger boy home, and in return, Louis invited him in for a warm drink and a snack. This was the only time Louis had to himself, and unlike most days, he did not want to spend today alone.
"So," Louis jumped on his counter, and grabbed his cup of tea, "tell me about yourself, Harry."
"There isn't much to tell, really." Harry said, and walked over to Louis - he felt more comfortable around the boy for some reason.
"Hm," Louis thought, trying to avoid the idea of letting Harry fuck him then and there, "hey, let's touch up on everyone's favorite subject," Harry furrowed his eyebrows, "your love life, Harry. Are you single? Inquiring minds wanna know."
Harry chuckled, and rolled his eyes playfully, "Yes, Louis, I'm single," he added, "so you don't have to feel guilty about getting off to the thought of me anymore."
