Over the past three weeks, Louis and I have gotten to know each other a lot better. I've learned that he's messy, he loves pizza, he would to anything for a cuddle, he's a tease, and tea is his everything. He also won't stop using the excuse, "But I have to buy you this because you saved me." I now have a whole new wardrobe.
I let Louis move in with me because it turns out he's from Doncaster, and got a cab to London to go to his football match, but lost his job and basically everything else so I just let him stay with me. He is my boyfriend so, why the hell not?
Louis rolls over in bed, his hand coming up and slapping my cheek. Ugh. I don't like when he sleeps, he always flops around, kicking, kneeing, or hitting me every time he moves. Plus he nearly takes up the whole bed. But I don't mind too much, he's adorable so that makes up for everything. I groan and rub my cheek where he hit, then push his arms down before wrapping my own arms around Louis, pressing my nose into his neck. I wait for him to react, grinning when he does. Louis tangles his legs with mine, his arms coming up to wrap around my neck and his precious face burying into my chest. I could honestly stay like this forever.
"Baby.." I hear Louis mumble, not moving from his spot.
"Hm?" I hum in reply while I press a few tiny kisses to his neck. His neck is so ticklish sometimes, other times it's his weak spot.
"I love you." Louis mumbles. I can feel him smiling against my chest and it's so cute. I swear I fangirl over him sometimes. It's not okay.
"I love you too, boo." I reply, pulling him up a little. I call him 'boo' because we were sharing embarrassing childhood stories, and his mum used to call him her BooBear, so I decided to use that and call him boo (For less embarrassing reasons.) I shift so I'm laying on my back then pull Louis to lay on my chest, my forehead resting against his.
I stare at his mesmerizing blue eyes for a moment before changing my gaze to focus on his lips. I glance up and see Louis staring at my lips as well, both of us grinning like idiots.
"You're so adorable." I chuckle before pressing my lips to his in a slow passionate kiss. Louis is the best kisser in the world. I've only ever kissed one other person, (she was a girl), in year seven but that was it. Louis is so much better at kissing than she ever was, and ever will be.
I slide my arms around his waist, rubbing his sides slowly, causing a small moan to escape his throat. It's not even been a month yet and I know mostly all of his sweet spots and turn on's.
Let's list them:
His sides, his neck, just under his right ear, the insides of his thighs, tongue biting, scratching his head and playing with his hair is a big one, and his favourite; his bum. You can do literally anything to his bum, he'll react like crazy. It's beautiful.
A small smirk makes it's way to my lips and I hear him chuckle, my legs coming up to wrap around his legs.
"I heard you, babe." I mumble against his lips, biting and pulling on his bottom one. He moves his hands to my hair, tugging on it, this time making me moan. Shit. That little shit.
I move one of my hands up and tap his bum lightly, smirking.
"Don't touch my hair, Tommo." I growl, watching him bite down on his lip to stop himself from reacting. Jesus, he's so hot..
"Babe, stop." I whisper while blushing. He raises an eyebrow as he looks down at me.
"Stop what, baby?" Louis asks, "Biting my lip?"
I nod slightly as he starts to grin. Perfect, Harry, now look what you put yourself into. Great, just great.
"Oh, you like that do you, sweetheart? Thanks for letting me know." Louis says, the smirk on his face only widening. He bites his lip as he holds my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him. Shit, shit, shit. Louis rolls his lip between his teeth, making me let out a struggled whimper, my hands now laying on his back just above his bum.
My jaw drops when Louis pushes his hips against mine, my head tilting back against the pillows.
"There's my boy, you like that, don't you baby?" Louis asks even though he already knows the answer. I quickly nod and let out a small whimper, my head lifting up a bit to catch Louis' lips in another deep kiss. He rolls his hips down against mine, groaning at the feeling. I slide my hands over then under his boxers, rubbing his bum slowly.
Louis shutters and moans a little louder as he pushes his hips down slightly harder. I spread my legs out bit more and push him down against my hips, grinding in small circles. I know how much he loves circle grinding, his moans right now are so hot.
"Do you hear how desperate you are, Louis?" I ask him with a smirk. He nods and sits up a little, moving a hand over the front of my boxers. I shutter and lift my hips up into his hand, reaching for his other one. I intertwine our fingers and moan softly, kissing each of his fingers.
"Babe, I need you, please?" I beg, moving a little closer to him. He nods after a minute then bends down, sliding my boxers off.
(Skipping this part, you're welcome. I'm saving the whole scene for a chapter later on.)
I lay limp with Louis on my chest after our shower. After that episode, we felt we seriously needed a shower. I look up at Louis and kiss his forehead as I comb my fingers through his hair.
"Lou?" I ask quietly, his response being him looking up at me. "I know we've discussed that we like singing, yeah?" I ask, Louis nods. "Well.. What if we like, performed in a café or something? My mums friend knows a guy who owns one so maybe we could start our own little group? Just the two of us." I suggest. It would be a good idea to get money, plus with my photo shop downstairs, we'd get a fair amount of money.
"I like that idea. I can play piano, you can play.. You can sing. Then hopefully people will take interest to us." Louis says, my entire face lighting up.
"You're singing too, though. You're voice is beautiful, boo." I tell him while laying a hand on Louis' cheek. He smiles softly and nods.
"Alright.. But only because I love you." This is perfect. Louis and I starting a career together is going to be amazing.
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Photograph (Larry Stylinson AU) ~COMPLETED~
RomanceHarry Styles is a regular guy. He has a camera. He takes pictures of beautiful things. Anything that catches his eye. Anything - anyone.