Girls? [xxxxxxx]

T W O

[ don't mind the umlauts. i had to add those so the story wouldn't be rated 'r' ]

Harry's became infatuated with Louis Tomlinson and his lovely curves by the end of October.

So, he recognizes those glorious hips that are outlined by a simple white sheet that have four holes-one for the mouth, two for the eyes and another one for the dîck. "For peeing and quick blowjobs," Louis says as soon as he sees Harry's wide eyes and furious blush, entering the flat that's crowded with Halloween decorations.

After their kiss, Louis and Zayn had stayed over, and the stay mostly consisted of Harry just staring at Louis and his lips and hips and jaw and eyes. It was pretty sad, as Niall insisted after he kicked the two boys out just in time for breakfast. The blonde had probably, most likely met Louis and Zayn at a bar and normally Harry would inform him that people like that aren't safe, but Louis is, he's not sure about that Burberry stoner lad, though.

Harry distracts himself by rearranging the mini-hamburgers, but Louis is suddenly by his side, tapping his fingers on Harry's shoulder and smiling greedily.

"What?" He asks after twenty seconds of staring at the lovely smile that he wants to involve his lips with.

"Are you really wearing a banana costume for Halloween?" Louis asks, raising nice looking eyebrows. "Not very practical, I must say."

Harry frowns. "You're a ghost."

"A practical one, see," he says, pointing to the hole in the white fabric above his crotch.

Harry just scrunches up his nose in response.

Louis taps his nose, and it's immediately smoothed out. "You look like a giant, cute yellow dîck ."

His brain goes into a meltdown, chanting, "Cute, cute, cute, cute, cute." His mouth says, "It's only because you're vulgar. Thanks, though."

Bruno Mars' Gorilla shakes the whole flat and Harry can barely hear what Louis says next, but it's something about lovely lips and how much they need kisses, but not from him-not from Louis. The friendly ghost is sashaying away as soon as it's lips stop moving and Harry reaches out for him, but he's already got away.

Instead of Louis being by Harry's side, the feminine boy morphs into an amateur body builder/oblivious policeman, Liam. He's dressed up as a fairy, occupying large blue wings and a tutu that only covers half his thighs, thus wearing jeans to avoid friendly gropes from people that shouldn't be that close to his dick.

"Niall told me that this would be his last party, but I'm pretty sure he's been planning for this years New Years, so," Liam says, attempting to start a conversation, but Harry is far too busy staring at Louis' arse. "He also told me he's going to hire a stripper for your birthday. A male one, you know, that species that have a certain thing hanging off them that you do not want to play with, last time I checked."

"Yeah, OK."

"Niall peed in your Nikes. Your toothbrush has been used to clean the toilet. I found your tumblr. God contacted me yesterday, said something about this Harry lad dying in the next few days, sure it's not you though. I fücked your sister. The-"

Harry punches Liam's right, and very handsome, jaw, because the fûcker fúcked his fùcking sister.

/ / / /

Harry uses one hand to nurse Liam's jaw with an ice pack and he lends the other hand to Perrie, who's sticking little nail art on his nails.

"I'm sorry, Liam," he says for the thousandth time, sorrowful. "It's just that as soon as you said you fûcked my sister, which is forbidden-"

"Liam had sèx with Gemma?" Perrie asks, surprised.

Liam widens his eyes. "No. Harry wasn't paying attention to me, so I was making outrageous things up, like, you know, in the movies. I wasn't lying about Niall peeing in his Nikes though, so."

"Bastard," Harry mumbles, and then feels a slap on his arse, so he squeals.

He's suddenly spun around and his lips are pressed onto something similar. Hey, he notices this flavor. Hands are placed on his lower back, the bottom of his banana suit in between someone else's legs-Louis', which normally he would giggle at, but he is kind of getting snogged a ridiculous amount at the moment, so.

With a groan, he's pressed against the kitchen bench, his legs tangled with thick, curvy ones. His mouth seems slack, but Louis' doing all the work. Wanting another confirmation that this is officially their second kiss, he runs his fingers through the soft, feathery hair and, yes, this is definitely Louis.

A tongue drags across his and he hears a small whoop whoop and it sounds a lot like Niall, but he can't focus on that right now, because his thighs are being touched and he understands when people say and often write electricity runs through my veins when he touches me.

With a heavy sigh, Louis pulls away with a heartwarming grin. He winks over at Perrie, however, not even making eye contact with Harry.

"Name's Louis, love, and yours?"

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