Smoke || larry

18

Louis jumps off the bed, his face red and his fists clenched. He looks ready to kill even covered in Harrys vomit. Zayn moves in front of the door and shakes his head.

"No. You need to calm down before you leave and you need to clean yourself and Harry. Don't scare him even more," Zayn says. The last part comes out soft and Louis seems to deflate as the words linger in the air. Everyone is holding their breaths, but finally Louis turns around.

"I'm going to take him to shower first. Do you have any clothes?" he asks Tara. She nods her head and slowly moves to the door.

"You can borrow my brothers. I'll put it in the washroom across the hall," she tells him. Louis nods and just moves over to Harrys bed. The boy is exhausted still and can't seem to get up. Louis gently lifts him and cradles him. They're now both covered in Harry's vomit, but that's okay.

"We're going to shower, alright?" Louis murmurs softly. Harry just nods and curls into his chest. They smell terrible and their costumes can never be worn again. Louis' hands still have blood dried on them and Harry whimpers when Louis walks.

"It's okay. You'll feel so good after you shower," Louis tells him softly. Harry just yawns and he looks like a puppy and Louis really can't get over just how perfect he is.

They get into the washroom and Louis sits Harry on the counter. Tara has clothes and towels on the toilet seat and a bag - presumably for their clothes - on the ground. Louis reaches down for it and then turns to Harry. His fingers trace the bottom of his shirt.

"Can I take this off?" Louis whispers. Harry just nods and Louis slowly and gently pulls it over Harry's head. He places it in the bag. Harry's pikachu ears have fallen in his lap and Louis gently places those in the bag too. Harry just watches him with tired eyes and doesn't make a move to help him.

"Hop down so I can take off your pants," Louis instructs. Harry tries to get down and stumbles, but Louis grabs on to him and holds him upright. His pants are harder to get off, but eventually Harry is left pale and naked and Louis admires the pretty boy.

"Okay, now I'm going to turn on the water for your shower," Louis tells him. Harry frowns and moves forward to wrap his arms around Louis.

"Aren't you coming in with me?" Harry asks. His voice is hoarse and quiet. Louis wouldn't have heard him if his mouth wasn't right next to his ear.

"I can if you want," Louis says. Harry just nods against his neck and his fingers move down his chest until he starts to pull off the vomit covered shirt. Louis' faster at stripping and soon he's helping a weak Harry into the shower after him. Louis places Harry under the facet so he can keep warm and he reaches behind him to grab the shampoo. It smells like citrus and Louis squirts some in his hands.

"I'm going to wash your hair. Turn around, baby," Louis coos. Harry does as told and Louis fingers massage the soap into his hair. Harry relaxes at the sensation and practically purrs. Louis helps him wash it all out too and when thats done Harry turns around and connects their lips.

It's a sloppy kiss. Their lips are wet and neither tastes particularly pleasant, but Louis still holds him close. Harry grinds against him and Louis has to hold back his moan at the contact. All their friends are probably outside the door.

"Let's finish getting clean," Louis suggests because he doesn't want Liam to hear them in the shower. He'll say Louis took advantage of Harry and then they'll fight again.

"No. I want you, Lou," Harry says quietly, but forcefully. Louis groans when their lips connect again and he doesn't bother trying to fight Harry off. His hands trail down Harry's wet chest and slowly move until they're stroking his cock.