Blessed (a larry stylinson fanfiction)

chapter 32

Thursday, November 1st

Louis’ POV

The minute I heard Harry’s mom yelling, I snapped out of my trance I was in, realizing what exactly we were doing.

We were completely naked.

Harry had just given me the best orgasm of my life.

I was planning on returning the favor.

But now Harry’s mom was downstairs.

Harry groaned loudly and I straightened up. Harry reached behind me and turned the water off, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel securely around his waist.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” Harry said and opened the door.

“Haz, wait.” I said as I stepped out of the shower and walked over to him.

Harry turned and I planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. “I’m not through with you quite yet.” I whispered in his ear.

Harry smiled at me and ran his fingers through his dripping hair before walking out the door and shouting to his mom.

I dried off and walked into Harry’s room to find something clean to put on. That was one perk to dating a boy, we could share clothes. I would have never been able to fit into any of Eleanor’s clothes, for one, my ass is bigger than hers.

I kid, I kid.

Although I do pride myself on my full bum.

I pulled out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, smiling to myself at the words printed on it.

Love is Equal.

I turned and noticed the handcuffs laying on the bed where I tossed them earlier. I grinned to myself and thought of all the ways we could use those.

Some other time, his mom is downstairs, remember?

I sighed and walked down the stairs to peek into the kitchen and heard Harry and his mom arguing.

“Mum, I’m sorry! We got a little carried away and I didn’t expect you to be home so soon! I had the full intention of cleaning it all up!” Harry said apologetically.

“Harry, you need to be more responsible! What exactly were you doing upstairs that you completely forgot about the lasagna you were cooking? If this is how you’re going to be when you’re with Louis, then I think we’re going to have to have a serious talk about your priorities.” Harry’s mom said.

“Mum, it’s not like that. It was a simple mistake. It won’t happen again.” Harry said and I watched him pull his mother into a hug.

“Go put some clothes on Harry. Then come clean this up.” Harry’s mom said and walked towards me. “Hello, Louis.” She said curtly.

“Hi…erm…Harry’s mum.” I said realizing I wasn’t really sure what to call her still.

“I told you when you came to my parents with us, please call me Anne.” She said with a sweet smile, seemingly forgiving me for distracting her son.

“Okay. Hi, Anne. Sorry about the mess.” I said rubbing the back of my neck.

“It’s all right. I’m used to it. Harry likes to experiment with his cooking so this isn’t the first time I’ve come home to my kitchen being a disaster.” Anne said and walked up the stairs to her room.

I walked over to Harry and he looked me up and down.

“That shirt looks a lot better on you than it did on me.” Harry said smirking at me.