The Lord Hates Harry -Larry Stylinson

Friend

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"Off you go to first period class. Make sure you all have a great second day!"

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[Louis' P.O.V]

Lunch time, I'm sitting with Harry and Niall. Liam's off sick. or just avoiding me.

"I'm, um, i'm off to the loo, so, uh, bye, I'll be back in a minute."

Harry announced, quietly shuffling out of his seat.

"Oh, I'll go too, I mean it'd be good to know where the toilets are and I need too pee so."

I laughed.

Harry's going to be mine remember?

Might as well start know.

"So uh there are the urinals and um, there are the stalls so, uh, yeah, I usually use the urinals so um, here's the bathroom."

Harry stood there awkwardly staring at me while I looked around the room.

I nodded and walked over to a urinal and un-zipped my 2nd tightest pair of jeans.

Harry walked over to the urinal next to mine and started to un-zip his own pants.

"So your going to stand right next to me when there's like ten more..."

I giggled.

Panic struck his eyes and he started hurriedly trying to zip up his trousers.

"No, no, don't freak out its fine!"

I assured him.

"Oh, um, ok."

I could tell he wanted to move but it was too late now.

As we peed silently, next to each other, I noticed him glance over at my half-reviled cock a few times, obviously trying to take a peak unnoticeably.

I noticed.

Hmm, maybe this'll be easier than I thought.

I tucked my junk back into my boxers.

Now the fun starts.

As he did up his zip, I pretended to struggle with mine.

"Shit, uh, Harry, mind helping me with this?"

I huffed.

He hesitated, but agreed, walking over.

He tried to pull it up one handed, the other by his side, looking uncomfortable as fuck.

It was cute, but not what I wanted.

Luckily he was failing at the one handed attempt and sighed before asking,

"Mind if I, uh, put my, uh my hand h-here cus, uh it'll, um help, you know, pull up the, uh zip."

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead."

I answered automatically.

Yes, this what I want.

Shit.

I forgot people get mother fucking boners.

Shit.

Before I could stop him, his hand was on my crotch, almost grabbing it, to assist himself with pulling up my zipper.

He did it fast enough to get his hand off before I was noticeably hard.

Speaking of noticeable, Harry wasn't hiding much.

I smirked, looking down at his half-risen bulge.

A lot easier than I thought.

He followed my eye line and looked down at his crotch, eyes widening when he realised.

He frantically pulled his shirt to cover the area, coughing awkwardly.

I started walking towards the bathroom door.

"Something on your mind Harold?"

"How did you know!"

I burst out laughing.

"I, I, I mean how d-did you know, uh, my, uh my name was um, Harold?"

He tried to revive himself. How cute.

"I guessed."

I shrugged and walked out first, giggling to myself.

Harry didn't look at me for the rest of lunch, I found it hilarious.

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"How was school darling?"

"Well, this kid grabbed my crotch."

"Oh my! Do you need me to call the principal? Was it a bully? Are you hurt?"

His mother seemed a little more protective than usual.

"Nope, he was cute so..."

"Did you want him to?"

"Oh I wanted him to do way more to me than just grab my crotch mother."

She laughed along with Louis as they chatted about the zipper situation.

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[Louis' P.O.V]

The next morning I walked over to Harry before registration.

"Hello Harold."

"Uh, hi..."

"So, about yesterday,"

Harry blushed.

"Please don't, I'm sorry, I was, uh, thinking about uh, Megan, um, uh, Rabbit?"

"Megan Fox?"

I chuckled.

"Yeah, uh, she's uh, she's h-hot."

He doesn't know who the fuck she is.

"I'm sure... Anyway, about yesterday, that was um pretty close for two lads. I mean like friends close, so can we be friends?"

I asked. This'll help me make him mine, so if it means be super cheesy and ask unnecessary questions, I'm down.

I was delighted to see his eyes light up.

"Oh, ok, if, if you want, I guess, yeah sure."

He smiled.

He'll be in my pants in no time.

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