I Remember You Laughing [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 32- Stay With me

A/N:- Aesthetic songs for this chapter are- Stay with Me by Sam Smith, How's it Gonna Be by Third Eye Blind, Do You Remember by Phil Collins, and I listened to some heavy Indie/folk shit(Which is very calming btw) while writing this chapter.

Please show some love to my new fic Sometimes We Break So Beautiful. 

Friday night continued...

Louis' mouth moved down, getting closer and closer to the bottom of the V in Harry's opened brown button-up T-shirt; the latter's shoulders scrunching as he panted with the sensation of the older boy's wet tongue tasting him in such a sensitive area.

"Stop! We can't do this..." Harry's chest seized up just saying that. Even after Louis gave him a whole lecture on why he didn't mind keeping them a secret until Harry was ready, sugar coating it with heavy kissing, he still felt guilty and insecure, and scared.

"Boundaries?" Louis recalled mindfully.

"Yeah, boundaries," Harry copied in agreement, running a nervous hand through his hair.

Louis stared at him with puppy eyes, not moving, as he said; "We should get home before Anne gets back."

Harry mouthed an 'Okay' as he buttoned back up his shirt, but Louis didn't shift back to his own seat; instead he rocked forward again, inhaling the scent of Harry's neck and sending electric flutters through his entire body.

"Uh, you didn't tell me how it went when you told your dad you were staying an extra week?" he asked in a rush, trying to distract Louis from his collarbone. Thankfully Louis looked up at the truck ceiling as he thought about his reply.

"Uh... He yelled..." Louis flat-toned. "...yelled, and then yelled some more. That's the bad news. The good news is, I put the phone on the desk for five whole minutes so I didn't hear most of it. When I picked up again, he was just calling 'Louis? Louis are you there?' I was like, 'I'm happy here. Just give me this one week!' before I hung up." Louis said hurriedly, bopping his head to his words. Then he darted for Harry's neck again.

Harry closed his eyes, letting the pulsing sensation take him over while trying to breathe even. The last thing he wanted was to get another asthma attack.

"That week is almost over. You only have the weekend, before-"

Louis stole a kiss just then, muffling his words, and pausing only to say; "That's why we shouldn't waste it talking."

Louis was being rather forward for the first date, and Harry found himself struggling to hold back his own desires. But they were parked right in front of the park, with the supermarket, toy store, and community center in plain view. This needed to stop.

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Harry's POV

The next morning was not much different as the boys found themselves rolling around in the hay rather than stacking it neatly in piles like they were supposed to.

"So, if you had a choice now, who would you choose out of the two?" Harry dug up as a distraction, pulling out of a kiss that started approximately twenty minutes ago.

Louis kept moving back to his neck as they lay on the dried grass. The sun had not come up yet but so hadn't anyone else, as the boys rose early just to get the work done earlier so they could spend more time hanging out, or making out, but they might as well scrap that plan because the rate they were going, they were nowhere near finishing their morning chores before the sun came up.