The Lord Hates Harry -Larry Stylinson

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ANOTHER UPDATE YASSS.

Ehh idk with this one. it's kinda for just incase you thought things were moving to fast.

HOLD UP FXCKHAZ_ WE LIKE THE SMUT.

nope things are slowing down a tad. sorry not sorry bitches.

But dw there's still LOTS OF FLUFF in this chapter for you thirsty bitches

Y'all are like Eleawhore.

OH YEAH I WENT THERE.

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[Louis P.O.V]

It was gorgeous.

This beautiful curly boy, head thrown back, panting.

It was amazing.

The sound he made when I 'fixed' his little situation.

Oh how I wish I could record that sound and replay it again and again.

I loved the desperation.

I loved the curiosity.

I loved how he didn't look at his dick this time, he looked at me.

I loved how even though I was 'done', he was still at least half hard; because honestly, I'm going to have to 'fix' myself soon, just looking at this scene.

This glorious scene.

His junk in my wet hands, his breath rapid and random, his eyes full of lust and want.

He looked like he wanted more.

So did I.

So I did it.

I gave him what he wanted.

What I wanted.

More.

And by more I mean pushing the puffing boy down to his back, with my wet hands, getting atop of him, my blue eyes giving back that look of lust Harry was.

Then I kissed him.

Yeah, yeah not a big deal, We've done it before.

But this time it was different.

And by different I mean I did it with the intention of romance, not to see if he was gay or something stupid like that.

It wasn't a long kiss. No, not at all. It was more of a quick peck.

But harder than a quick peck. Sweeter too.

But then he pushed me off.

And it hurt.

It hurt because I liked the kiss and he, obviously, didn't.

It hurt because I'm kinda falling for this church boy.

It hurt because my plan was to make him a sinning little cock-sucker, not fall for the bastard.

"L-Louis?"

"Yeah?"

I replied, still hurt, still wanting more, still not knowing why.

"I-I'm, i'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

I chuckle, playing off the odd painful emotion I'm feeling.

"You look, s-sad... did I hurt you?"

Harry asked, worried look plastered on his beautiful face.

Yes, yes you did Harry Styes.

"No! No, no don't worry! How could I ever be upset? We've done this twice already and we've know each other for just over five weeks. Honestly, I don't know about you, but to me that's an achievement."

I laughed. I was being honest. Five weeks in and I've given Harry Styles a hand job. Twice.

Success.

Harry's cheeks tickled with pretty pink patches as he giggled at my remark.

"Y-yeah, I guess."

His giggles made me die inside and I can safely say that I'm sure those cute little bitches have the same effect on every single witness.

"Well, I'm going home to uh, clean up, so do you wanna come with? maybe stay the night?"

We were close enough friends for me to invite him for a sleepover right? I mean I have touched his penis a couple of times so...

"Uh, I, I don't know."

He didn't seem to like that idea.

Shit.

Shitshitshit.

I messed things up.

Shitttttt.

"It's okay if you don't want to..."

I trailed off.

Now I'm really hurt, and probably showing it too much, too.

"I, I just don't think my mum would like me staying at someone's house if she didn't know their parents."

Harry says and he gets up off of the ground, pulling up his skinny jeans and strugglingly zipping them up, trying hard not to get jizz on his jeans and praying to god his half boner fit in his jeans.

"Oh."

Understandable, I guess.

"Well, I really need to go take a shower and stuff."

Harry laughed, instantly changing the mood. He's good at that, the little cheek.

"See you Monday, Haz."

I winked, knowing, and seeing, the effect it has on the younger boy.

"See you Monday, Cuddleboo."

Harry said, looking down at the floor as if he were ashamed.

I think I just returned all the blushes and giggles back to that boy.

"Cuddleboo?"

I raised an eyebrow in extreme amusement.

"Sorry-y, long story. Sorry."

"Don't you dare be sorry because I'm not! I like Cuddleboo. Please call me that forever and ever."

I laughed loudly, trying not to seem too serious about what I just said.

But I was serious.

So very serious.

He gave me that goddamn giggle again.

"Okay. Bye Cuddleboo."

"Bye Hazza."

Until next Monday, Harry Styles.

Watching him walk away made me feel empty.

I want him back.

Monday is too far away.

It's only Saturday.

A whole goddamn day.

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I KNOW ITS SHORT AND I PROMISED A LONG UPDATE BUT IVE BEEN WRITING SOME LESBIAN SHIT ( check it out it's called: Insecure || lesbian fiction ) AND IM WRITING CHAPTER ONE OF MY OTHER LARRY FANFIC ( check that out too: worrying about nightmares || l.s ) OKAY? SO IF YOUR BORED AND FOR SOME REASON THIS SHIT IS THE ONLY THING YOU HAVE TO READ, THEN REAC THEM.

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SORRY THAT I LIED ABOUT A LONG UPDATE AND THIS IS PROBS NOT THAT GOOD ANYWAY SO SORRY.

Don't kill me plz.