ship: larry
summary/category: smut; in which harry fucking louis in his suit jacket in their hotel after the gucci show.
word count: 1,791
He didn't know what it was that he had always found so attractive about Harry. Maybe it was his eyes, his hands, the way he carried himself, or the fact that he was an overall genuinely attractive man, who had only gotten more attractive over the years. Either way he had been attracted to Harry since they day he met him, when they were teenagers and he had the softest curls Louis had ever laid his little blue eyes on.
"I wish I could go with you." Louis speaks loudly so Harry, who is fixing his hair in the bathroom can hear.
"Me too, babe," he pouts, looking into the mirror, "I hope that one day, things will change and I'll be able to take you with me to things like this, I'm sure you'd love them."
"I think so too." Louis replies, laying on their hotel bed, snuggled up under the covers as he dreads Harry's departure.
"How do I look?" Harry asks, ring clad fingers running through his hair once more before leaving the bathroom; Louis looks up from where he was picking at his nails, and nearly starts drooling.
"Amazing." Louis mumbles, unable to take his gaze of Harry. Harry lets out a breath- he always gets nervous before these things. Louis climbs out of bed and tip-toes to fix Harry's hair, knowing how much the boy struggles with it. Harry mumbles a quiet thank you as he steadies the boy by placing his hands on his hips.
Louis steps back for a second, and takes in Harry's appearance. The way the light suit and white tank top look so good on his tanned skin. The way he'd look fine if it was just that tank top with the suit pants. The way the gold chain looks so good on him. His nails, how confident he is in them. His bag, how much he loves carrying it.
"Have a good time." he kisses his cheek, giggling when Harry kisses him. Caught off guard when Harry starts trying to take it somewhere else, "As badly as I don't want you to, you have to go or else you'll be late, I'll still be here when you get back."
So Harry, though he doesn't really want to, makes his way to the door, and to the event.
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Harry stumbles in to the hotel room at about three in the morning, a little tired, a little buzzed, and in desperate need of his Louis. Louis is awake, scrolling through his twitter feed, laying in nothing but Harry's shirt, once again, snuggled up under the blankets. He hears Harry unlocking the door, and decides to get off his phone and meets Harry halfway to where he is.
"How was it?" Louis asks as he helps Harry take his blazer off, and once again nearly starts drooling over the way Harry looks in a plain white tank top, tan skin and tattooed arms expose.
"It was fine," Harry shrugs as he walks into the bathroom to brush his teeth, "would have been better with you there, obviously."
"That so?" Louis replies mindlessly, trying on Harry's blazer.
"Havin fun, baby?" Harry asks, leaning against the door frame.
"Do I look powerful?" Louis asks, turning to Harry, and putting his hands on his hips, jutting one out to the side.
"Sure," Harry mumbles walking over to Louis, "mind telling why you're dressed in it?"
"What?" Louis tilts his head to the side, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, "You don't like seeing me in your clothes?"
"That's all I ever wanna see you in," Harry pecks his lips, "mind keeping it on for me?"
"What do you have in mind, Styles?" Louis furrows his eyebrows, as Harry smirks at him.
