Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#27

Title: Oh Brother by Ashyn on AO3

Summary: Louis is Harry's older brother. They don't get on. At all. Ever.

and yet, somehow they end up fucking on the sofa.

Word Count: 3,521

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"Thank you so much for coming!" Louis' mother pulled him into a quick hug as soon as he was through the front door of their family home.

"I don't' know why I came, to be honest. I really don't want to babysit the evil monster." He sighed, pulling away from his mother's embrace. He didn't know how she'd managed to convince him to go all the way back to Holmes Chapel for the weekend to take care of his pain-in-the-arse little brother while she and their father attend a charity benefit in London.

"You won't be babysitting... More like keeping a very watchful eye on him." His mum smiled, smoothing down her expensive looking dress. Louis scoffed, folding his arms in front of his chest and rocking back on his heels. He never got along with his brother; ever since they were small they'd always fought and argued over the most insignificant things, like weather or not to put the milk in before the cereal. Seventeen years of Harry being in Louis' life and he could barely recall one fond memory of the curly-haired devil.

The age difference was a mere three years, and even though he was the younger of the two, Harry always managed to excel in the areas that Louis struggled in. This, by default, made Harry the favourite son and it also made him a smug little bastard. And, because he is "the baby of the family and is too young to spend the whole weekend alone", as his mother had put it, Louis was somehow roped into spending two whole days with the infuriating person he called his brother.

"Harry!" His mother yelled back into the house, making Louis jump a little, "Louis' here! We're leaving now!" She continued as Louis' dad appeared at her side, nodding his greeting to his son, but not saying a word. Ever since Louis had come out when he was 16, his relationship with his father had never really been the same as it used to be.

"Harry's in the shower," Louis' dad said to his mum, looking at his watch, obviously wanting to be on their way.

"Okay," His mum replied, also getting the not-so-subtle hint, "There's the number for the pizza place on the fridge." She said to Louis as her husband ushered her out the door, "Be good!" And with that the door was being slammed and Louis was left alone. Well, almost alone.

It had been almost a year since Louis had been home, yet nothing had changed. The walls were still a pristine white, the floors were still dark brown and wooden, the chandelier that hung in the middle of the dining room still had one light bulb that didn't work, there were still baby picture of Harry and himself littered around the lounge room. Louis wandered into the kitchen, after he'd crawled under the dining room table to see if his name, which he carved into the wood when he was seven, hadn't been polished out, and pulled his mobile out of his pocket. He quickly dialled the number on the fridge and ordered 3 large pizzas, none of which Harry would like.

Louis then decided to take a seat the breakfast table that sat along the far wall of the kitchen, placing his head down on the wood and closing his eyes. It was going to be a long weekend.

"Hey," Louis looked up from where his head was rested against the cool surface of the kitchen table. A boy stood before him dressed in only a white towel that was wrapped loosely around his hips and his hair was still dripping little droplets of water over his shoulders and down his back. His face was covered in a smirk that already had Louis' teeth grinding together in aggravation. "Harry, remember?" The boy continued after Louis didn't immediately reply.