Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#28

Title: I'm Living Now And Living Loud by Nouiszouis + Strong on AO3

Summary: Harry and Louis get bored one night during the x factor tour and decide to go skinny dipping in the hotel's pool.

Word Count: 3,577

(Smut)

"Loouuisss, I'm bored," Harry whines, rolling over so that half of his body is draped across Louis'.

They're sitting on a bed together in a decent sized hotel room, supposed to be getting rest for the next X Factor Tour show they have to perform in tomorrow- or technically later today at this point. Everyone else on the hall is asleep but neither of them can seem to calm themselves down enough to do so without the other waking them back up, whining or complaining about being lonely.

"We can read," Louis suggests excitedly. "We could even play Scrabble on my phone if you want; I think I've got the app downloaded!"

Harry whacks him in the stomach and he cackles in the way that only Harry can cause, all genuine sounding and face-scrunching. He sighs and reaches a hand up to Harry's hair, twisting his fingers through the curls like instinct.

"What do you suggest we do then, Hazza?" He asks, getting only a lazy shrug and a huff as a reply.

"I don't know, that's why I was complaining to you about it," Harry says matter-of-factly.

"Why do you expect me to come up with stuff to do? For all you know my mind could be just as blank as yours is right now. Maybe even blanker if that's possible," Louis states.

"That's not possible, actually, because you're Louis. You're the fun guy," Harry replies with a grin, pausing for a second and speaking up again before Louis can even open his mouth to get out a syllable. "And don't make the joke."

Louis gasps in mock offense and raises the hand that's not in Harry's hair up to his chest, covering his heart. "I can't believe you'd think so lowly of me. I wasn't even thinking of the 'why'd the mushroom go to the party' joke until you brought it up."

"Yes you were," Harry says simply, stretching his neck to turn his head upwards, getting a full view of Louis' face.

"You know me too well," Louis hums, now holding onto one specific curl and twirling it around a finger and letting it go.

He looks down and meets Harry's gaze and they both smile at each other sickeningly fondly, as Zayn would kindly say. It's quite obvious to everyone around them that they have high school crushes on each other, and even while they both know it as well, neither of them have made a move.

There's been so many times that they've been alone where Harry's genuinely thought that Louis would lean forward and finally kiss him, but it never happens and instead Louis will just say a ridiculous joke or do something dumb to ruin the moment. Harry kind of hates him for that (but not really because he couldn't hate Louis even if he sawed his leg off and sold it online).

"Have you ever been skinny dipping?" Louis asks suddenly, snapping Harry from his thoughts.

He considers lying and saying yes so that he doesn't seem like such a complete young loser in front of Louis, but then he remembers that it's Louis and he's probably the last person on the planet that would judge him for something so minimal. "Uh, no. I haven't."

"Well then," Louis starts, "how about we go downstairs and I can steal your skinny dipping virginity in the least creepy way possible."

"Wait, you actually want to go swimming at, like, two in the morning?" Harry asks incredulously, sitting up to look directly at Louis.