Pretty in Plastic (l.s)

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Louis stretches, and kicks his blanket off when he feels the warmth from the heater. He blinks his eyes open, and realizes that the sun isn't up yet. He sits up, runs a hand through his hair, and grabs his phone. He checks the time, and frowns when he sees that it's four in the morning. He notices Harry isn't with him which is odd because the two definitely fell asleep together on the couch after watching The Polar Express.

He checks the rooms near by, and hums when Harry isn't around. "Must be in his room."

His bare feet pad across the floor, leading him down a hall to Harry's room. His fingers drag across the white wall, and he has the over sized sweater draped over his body. He took his pants off earlier, in favor of the tight thermal leggings Harry got him, and he had a little hat on. He felt cozy considering the snow outside.

"Mm," he stops when he hears a familiar noise, "fuck."

He stands at the door frame, and looks at the opened door way. He wants to peak in, but his body is frozen. The muffled sounds keep continuing, and Louis remembers hearing them the night he and Harry got naughty. The doll's cheeks heat up, because these noises are definitely Harry's, and a hand covers his mouth as he leans a shoulder on the wall.

"Shit, yeah," Louis blinks a few times and inches closer, "Lou."

Louis' eyes widen, and he presses his back against the wall. He closes his eyes as Harry moans his name another time, and his hands fly down to his crotch. He feels the knot forming his stomach again, and a throbbing sensation in his penis. His breathing becomes slightly shallower, but he tries his best to keep quiet.

"Baby." The moans get louder, and Louis wonders if Harry's doing what Louis did when the doll watched that video. His mind starts imagining, and a part of him wants to peak. He rubs his hands against himself, and closes his eyes. He wants to peak, so bad, but he can't get caught. "Damn it, I need—"

There's a pause in the moaning, and Louis hears panting. There's shuffling, and Louis tenses. His hands grip the outline of his penis, and his eyes fly open. Is he coming out?

A minute passes before a bright blue lights up the door way. Louis knows it's the laptop. His nerves ease up, and he hears the pressing of the keyboard. After another minute, he hears people talking and moaning. Oh, he's watching videos.

"Fuck, yes." He hears the bed squeak, assuming Harry was readjusting himself, before he hears Harry start moaning again along with the video. Louis holds in his whine. Now he really wants to see.

He lays his head against the smooth surface of the wall, and leans in. He leans just enough to see Harry sitting against the head board, laptop between his opened legs, and his hand on his penis. Louis licks his lips when he notices how large it is, bigger than his own, and studies how Harry's hand expertly works the shaft— balls to head.

The doll sticks his own hands down in his pants, and mocks Harry's movements on himself. His eyes instantly become heavy lidded, but he does his best to keep them open. He has to learn.

When Harry runs a hand up his shaft, but works a finger just under the tip, Louis does the same. The doll's knees give in, but he catches himself. He moves his hand down, massages his balls, and uses the other to work the penis. He feels himself sweating, his stomach clenching, but Harry is stoic. His eyes are focused, mouth slight opened with noises slipping, and body not moving. His skin doesn't show one sign of perspiration, and Louis wonders if Harry's still thinking about him.

"Such a fat ass," he hears a voice say before there's a smack, "gonna fuck you so good."

"Shit," Harry mumbles and closes his eyes, "Louis's got such a good arse. Damn it."

One Louis' hands suddenly maneuvers to claps his bare cheek. He knows Harry likes it because that's all he could touch when they had that night together. He keeps watching, and he feels that familiar sensation form, something Harry called cumming. He arches his back off the wall, and drops his jaw as he cums. He feels it smear across the leggings, making a wet stain, and across his hands. He takes his hand out, and hears the familiar 'oh's drip from Harry's mouth— he was cumming, too.

Louis' quick to go to the kitchen and wash his hands, catching his breath as he goes to the couch. He sheds his pants, tugs the sweater under his butt, and snuggles back under the cover. He looks at the wall, and he feels himself smiling as his cheeks tint pink.

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"Liam, I'm telling you right now," Harry hears Niall says as he walks into work, "you're not going to win. Don't make things awkward for yourself, and accept the friend zone."

Harry stops in the door way, frowning as he listens. Liam huffs at Niall, and chuckles. "He's always flirting with me."

"Define flirting." Niall says, and Harry can tell the Irish man isn't believing it. Harry takes his coat off, and lightly taps the snow off.

"Always hugging me, sitting really close, and laughing at everything I say. Also, he accepted my gift and said he'll be sure to give it extra care." Liam sounds almost proud, and Harry wants to punch him. Louis's just too kind to make distance with people, the poor guy thinks it's a way of being mean and denying someone's friendship. Liam's taking things wrong, and Harry feels annoyed and sad about it. He knows that the doll would be uncomfortable if Liam tried to go further, and he knows Louis wouldn't know how to reject him.

"Give the bear extra care, not you." Harry hangs his coat up, and raises an eyebrow. "Also, he'll hold anyone's hand. You'd have to be evil for him not to touch you. Plus, he does way more with Harry."

"What're you saying?"

"Know. Your. Role." Niall says slowly, and the conversation ends. Harry smiles confidently because even Niall knows who has Louis' heart. It's Harry.

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Harry unlocks the door to the apartment, stepping in and hearing music blaring from his speakers. He locks the door behind him, and looks around. He smiles when he sees Louis in his robe, doing awkward dances as he sings along to the music.

"I've got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine! I've got a love, and I know that it's all my mine. Oh," Louis jumps onto the couch, now facing Harry, and sings like he's on stage. The doll holds the hair brush handle to his lips as he shouts. "Take me away! A secret a place! A sweet escape! Take me away!"

Harry covers his mouth, arms crossed, and watches with absolute fond. "There's a place that I go that nobody knows, and the rivers flow, and I call it home."

Louis slowly sinks to his knees. "And there's no more lies, and the dark misses light, and nobody cries!"

Louis curls in before swinging himself back, and throwing his arms out. "There's only—" Harry goes over to the speakers and presses the off button, "— butterflies!"

Louis gasps, and falls forward. He barely misses the table, and hits the floor. Harry laughs, and walks over to him. He leans over the doll, and Louis stares at him in shock. "Is this how you use your free time?"

Louis isn't embarrassed, or bothered. He just smiles, and reaches a hand up. He boops Harry's nose, touches his dimple, and giggles. "Enjoy the concert?"

"I enjoy everything you do, butterfly." He teases, and kisses Louis' finger.