Larry fics

Zayn Baby

APRIL, 2010. NIALL AND HARRY.

“Niall, bro – 

aw,

 you’ll never guess who I’ve just seen,” Liam says, dumping a plate heaped with lasagne on the lunch table.

Niall speaks, deadpan, through a mouthful of food. “Zayn.”

“Dude,” Liam says breathlessly, climbing onto the bench, “he was wearing glasses. 

Glasses. 

Fuck. He’s so cute.” Liam smiles fondly but when Niall doesn’t respond he snaps, “He’s cute, yeah?”

Niall jumps – because he can’t bloody help it with an Alpha– and then rolls his eyes irritably. “

Jesus.

 Yes. I’ve told he’s a cute a million times.”

Liam smiles sheepishly and runs his fingers through his hair. In a low voice, almost to himself, he says, “Bet he looks fucking 

adorable 

on my cock.”

Niall is shoving several chips into his mouth at once. “Yeah but…” He swallows thickly. “Not until he’s had his first heat, alright?”

“Yeah, I know – don’t worry.”

“And also,” Niall says. “It’s been three days. So fucking get a grip. Don’t go all alpha on him – he’s only thirteen. You’ll terrify him.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Liam says.

“Rein it in.”

“Yeah, I hear you alright?” Liam turns to his lunch, shoves his fork into it and begins shovelling it into his mouth.

“Where’s Harry, anyway?” Niall asks.

Liam scoffs. “Not reining it in.”

Niall groans loudly and drops his fork. “

Jesus!

 Alright.” He points at Liam. “You stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He’s back in five minutes and as he pushes Harry into his seat he’s saying, “-can’t 

finger him 

in the library, Harry.”

Liam chokes on a forkful of lasagne and Harry sneaks him a grin.

“Harry,” 

Niall complains.

“Oh come on, Nialler,” Harry says good-naturedly, nudging Niall with his elbow. “He was in detention, little menace – I was just trying to spice it up.”

Liam laughs; Niall doesn’t. Liam and Harry might be his best friends but their arrogance and thoughtlessness frustrates him. Louis’ just been through the biggest change of life and his mind and his body are at odds. He’s thirteen for Christ’s sake! All he really wants is for someone to touch his dick a bit, not sit him on 

their 

dick and – fucking 

– loom 

over him the rest of the time. It’s going to be more than a little overwhelming because even when Harry’s trying (“Are you okay? Are you sure you’re okay? Is this alright? Are you sure it’s alright?”) he can be a bit intense.

“What was he supposed to do?” Liam asks Niall and raises his eyebrows. (That’s another thing: Harry and Liam always have each other’s backs, making reasoning with them extremely difficult.) “Take Louis to the nurse?”