Close as Strangers (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter one

"We're going to have more best moments there! We can share a flat, something closer to both of uni and we can just go out at weekends and just have so-" Harry rambled on as he grin.

They were in Louis' house, in his room cuddling on the bed like how they usually are. Harry and Louis have been together since the start of their high school life and now, they're moving to college. Louis has doubts about it, about the idea of Harry. He knew college is different, he knew that if they want to pass, they'll have to work hard. But then again, he shoved the thought away and laughed as Harry rambled, he would nod his head in agreement, hoping that the words that's coming out of Harry's lips, were the things that's going to happen once they're in college. 

"Imagine me sneaking up in your class, calling you out for 'help' and we'll snog in the bathro-" Harry then again suggested but Louis cut him off by slapping on his arm. 

"Harry!" Louis scolded with a grin, a small chuckle escaping his lips that echoed the room. "You're a fucking pervert, you know?" 

Harry just laughed it off and pecked on Louis' nose. He had a thing for his nose, something Louis couldn't understand. 

"Just help me pack my stuff." Louis mumbled as he puckered his lips, asking Harry for a kiss that of course Harry noticed. He knows every move of Louis, he knows what he wants just by the way he moves his hand- This is the same with Louis, it's like they have studied each other for so long that they have memorized everything the other person does.

So he then moved his lips down to Louis' pink ones and kissed him gently as he held his face softly with both of his hands. He's now on top of him, kissing him slow and lovingly.

Louis gave back the kiss, he was underneath Harry- which is something that's not new to him. Harry has a dominant side when it comes to his actions and Louis surely loves that.

The kiss lasted for minutes, it was just them loving every touch of each other. Louis' hands traveled up to Harry's strong, muscled back and pushed his lips up more to Harry's, fighting for more dominance. He likes to do this, he likes to show Harry he's 'trying' to be dominant when in reality, he just wanted more dominance from Harry. Harry obviously gave back a more forceful kiss, his tongue lightly swiped against Louis' now red plumped lips and Louis responded quick by parting his lips, allowing Harry to slip in. 

Their tongues battled, swirled around each others, fought for who's tougher and soon, Harry pulled away just so he could start to kiss down Louis' bare neck. Not even a minute after, Harry was roughly attacking his neck, kissing wetly and sucking numerous slightly visible marks around it, making sure that when he's done, everybody will know who this boy, this beautiful boy underneath him, belongs to.

Louis is older than Harry, but their relationship is the other way around- sort of. Harry's more of the dominant one, and Louis is the 'girlfriend' type one though he hides it with sassing people. With flipping them off so there was he, being attacked by his boyfriend on the neck. He was biting down on is lower lip harshly, a little more harder and blood would soon come of it. He was trying to keep quiet, not wanting to let his mother know that they're having some.. personal time.

Harry then loved down to his collar bones, Harry loved teasing him down there, he knew it is Louis' weakness. 'Kiss me there and we're fucking.' the voice of Louis echoed in his mind, a smirk forming on his lips as he attacked his collar bone. He was kissing on it, maybe small sucks too and he heard Louis moan out his name too quietly, but just enough for Harry to hear.

For the amount of time they've done this, making love inside each other's room as they try to keep quiet so their parents wouldn't notice, they pretty much know how to handle their noises- well sometimes Louis still loses it, he would yelp out and Harry would have to talk to his or Louis' parents as he pound against Louis but so far, they haven't got caught in the act. Luckily.