Run, Frat Boy, Run // l.s

Part 20

NICE LONG ONE FOR THE FINAL PART

THIS IS THE LAST PART GUYS!

ITS BEEN A BLAST WRITING THIS, EVEN IF IT DIDN'T GO THE WAY I ORIGINALLY INTENDED, I DO LIKE THE WAY IT DID TURN OUT :))

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Harry pulled his arms above his head, pressing his palms to the headboard as he stretched his body out in bed, looking down at the beautiful boy asleep on his chest.

Louis let out a small noise, breathing on Harry’s chest lightly, making him smile as the memories from the previous night came flooding back to his head.

He remembered the words coming from Louis’ lips. The promises and kissed they’d shared made him smile from ear to ear. The way they’d held each other and the way they’d stuck by each other when they told everyone.

For the rest of the night they’d just hung out with their friends, even Niall joined them. The blonde still wasn’t okay with Harry, but he was trying to change his opinion of him for Louis.

They’d danced, talked, drank and played stupid party games, just enjoying being with all their friends and each other as the party went on around them.

They’d kissed and shared smiles while Dani and Perrie cooed and the boys made gagging noises.

Harry smiled to himself as he thought about it. It was one of the happiest times he could remember. No one-night-stand or casual fuck could make him feel as wanted and whole as Louis had.

After the party had died down and people began to leave, Niall went home with some girl and the other two boys disappeared upstairs with their girlfriends, leaving Harry standing at the front door to make sure everyone had left.

Then, Harry turned to his boyfriend, scooped him up in his arms and carried him to his bedroom where they spent the night cuddling. Before Louis, Harry would never have cuddled someone unless there was sex involved but with Louis, he simply wanted to hold him close, scared he was going to disappear into the night.

He looked down at the boy who was still snoring soundly on his chest as he gently rubbed his back and arm.

With one last kiss to his head, Harry gently untangled himself from his boyfriend and snuck out of the bed, pulling on a pair of sweats before leaving the room.

He ran a hand through his hair as he made his way down the stairs to the kitchen where Liam was sitting on the kitchen bench, his head out the window as he gingerly smoked a cigarette.

Harry leant against the doorframe, watching with an amused expression as Liam tried desperately not to get caught by his girlfriend. After a moment of watching the muscly boy struggle with his head out the window, Harry decided to gently knock on the wall, making Liam jump and hit his head on the window frame as he scrambled back inside, scared it was Danielle.

“Ohmygod.” He breathed out, a hand on his chest as he saw it was just Harry, chuckling to himself at his friend. “Don’t scare me like that! I thought you were Dani.”

“Yeah,” Harry laughed as he walked further into the room. “Come to castrate you. You’re so stupid.”

“Fuck off.” He laughed as he sat up, dropped the cigarette butt out into the garden and closed the window.