Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

F i f t y - e i g h t

Louis is first to wake up, because of the very bright sunlight flashing through the wide window of the hotel. He flinched like a vampire exposed to sunlight for the very first time. His eyes blink up at the ceiling as he processes the memories from last night. He puts his hands at the back of his head as he smiles and sighs in content.

He turns to his side to check up on Harry, a pile of blankets are in his way. He goes through them until he uncovers a cute little face.

His face is squished by the pillow stacked on the side of his head, making his mouth form an O shape. Reminds Louis of a puffer fish. Louis softly laughs at that.

Harry breathes through his nose as his long and curly eyelashes flutter slightly.

Louis smiles again, taking the opportunity to poke Harry's nose gently.

Harry flutters his eyelashes again, this time his eyes are slowly opening up. He rolls around and arches his back.

Louis moves back a bit, only to be startled by the most inhuman sound he's ever heard.

a little squeek sound. Really kitten-like.

"Good morning, green eyes."

Harry yawns and sets his eyes on Louis, nodding his head sloppily.

"Hmm, morning." Harry greets with a small smile. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead and pouts. "It's really-really hot." Louis turns to his side and props himself using his left hand.

"Maybe because I'm here." He says proudly, giving Harry a dorky smile. The younger one rolls his eyes, couldn't seem to stop the giggle from coming out of his mouth.

"Oh shut it, Lou."

"Well, I mean you found me hot last night. Couldn't deny that." Louis smirks.

Harry's smile falters. He looks down as he suddenly felt ashamed and guilty. Right.

They fucked.

Louis notices this immediately, "what's wrong?"

Harry shakes his head, sinking into the bed. "I-It's nothing."

"Are you sure? You can tell me." Louis assures him.

Harry hesitates, but talks anyway. "I-It's just the usual reason. I feel—guilty."

Louis felt a sharp pain in his chest that made him quiet. He feels hurt for some odd reason.

"It's okay—I understand." He says, extending his hand to rub Harry's knuckles gently.

"I just—Tom's always away..and we rarely meet—it's hard for me to get what I want." Harry mutters, his lips wobbling.

"I-I love him—I just—I just really don't—I don't get what I want from him—he wants me to top...and I-I don't do...that." Harry rambles on, his chest starting to get heavy.

Louis frowns and continues to rub his knuckles. Not long after, tears are starting to fall from Harry's eyes.

"Lou, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for dragging you into this." Harry sobs, jumping into Louis' arms, hugging him tightly. Louis' heart leaps at the action, hugging back.

"Harry, it's okay. I wanted it too. It's not your fault."

Harry sniffles, wipes away his tears and reaches for his phone. He exhales, "it's been 2 weeks since he last called or texted. Do you think he's looking for me?" Harry asks with hope in his eyes. Louis stays silent.

That isn't a good thing, Louis thinks. Tom could possibly be fooling around with another guy or he just blatantly forgot about his boyfriend. He's shit. Literal shit. Louis aches at the thought of Harry getting cheated on. A precious human like him does not deserve it. He deserves the whole world for fuck's sake.