Undercover (Larry Stylinson)

42. in too deep

"I'm so excited for you to meet my mum!" Harry gushed as he adjusted his collar.

"Same," Louis said nervously. He fiddled with the buttons on his dress shirt, a pale grey button down which he paired with black slacks. It was a bit too loose, but that's how he preferred it.

"Don't be nervous," Harry said, wagging an eyebrow at a frowning Louis.

"I just don't know if she'll like me... and, I feel a little insecure, if I'm being honest," Louis replied biting his lip.

"She'll love you," Harry replied, kissing his cheek gingerly. "And if she can't see how awesome you are, I'll have a talk with her."

"Mm, too nice to me," Louis giggled as he stroked Harry's jaw. "Don't deserve it."

"You're too nice to me," Harry said with a smile. "Hold on, this is her. Hey, mum? You're gonna he late? Okay, I'll switch the reservation."

"She's coming late?" Louis asked with a gravelly tone.

"Mhm," Harry replied, his face twisting into a sensuous smile. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking."

"Im always down for you Styles," Louis purred, pulling Harry on top of the bed.

They had hooked up a few times in the past few months. But truthfully, Louis had been holding back a lot. All he really wanted was to make love to Harry, but when the time came, he always got too insecure about himself to do anything more than hand and mouth stuff.

Harry understood and was willing to wait for him.

"When you're ready babe," Harry had said, while stroking is back one night. "But just know you're not beautiful."

"Thanks," Louis replied. "You're so gorgeous, baby. Just want to be perfect for you."

"You already are," Harry breathed.

"I'm not," Louis muttered.

Things went back and forth like that for a while, and in the end Louis worked up the courage to take his shirt off. Or at least he tried to. About halfway through, he chickened out and pulled back down. Harry frowned but nodded, understanding how hard things were for Louis. 

Louis bit his lip, guilt flooding his body. He wanted to talk his shirt off. He really did. He just felt so huge and uncomfortable in his skin. And the thought of Harry seeing how his body was changing made him feel sick to his stomach. 

"You're sexy, shirt or no shirt," Harry assured him with a seductive smile. He reached for Louis' waist but Louis recoiled and grabbed Harry instead, leaving some space between their torsos.

Over the months, that sort of became the norm for them. Louis with his shirt on, keeping distance between their bodies as they made out. It was really the only way Louis was able to hook up without feeling too self conscious. 

But at the end of the day, he knew Harry wanted more contact, more intimacy. And deep down, he did too.

So now, as Harry lined his neck with deep, tender kisses, Louis decided he was going to try and make tonight different.

"Haz," Louis breathed, tugging at Harry's shirt. Harry straddled him on the bed and began to pull his shirt over his shoulders, allowing Louis to take it off. He reveled in Harry's toned, tattooed torso, a sight which only got more and more beautiful each time Harry's muscles clenched. 

"Yeah?" Harry growled. His crotch was aligned with Louis' now and he began to grind slowly against him. Louis moaned quietly at the friction.

"I wanna, um," Louis said, his breath hitching. "Wanna have sex tonight."