Turn This Love Around (Larry BoyxBoy) Book 1

Seven

To Curly:) oh god please save me they are so disgusting

From Curly:) wanna come over? :)

Louis feels extraordinarily thankful that Harry doesn't question it. Because he can make a list- a list- of how utterly disgusting Liam and Zayn are. The regret of letting them ever fulfill their date alone is quickly filling him, because they are just so fucking gross. One minute they're kissing, and cuddle, and talking to each other like they're sodding babies and then the next minute they're dry humping each, and , it all just makes Louis want to slit his throat and jump into a pool of lemon juice.

Louis sends Harry a quick 'yes,' and he doesn't even think the two lovebirds notice him slipping out the door.

The next thing he knows, though, is that he is sitting cross-legged on Harrys bedroom floor, Harry's hand sprawled across his thigh as he pulls back and laughs loudly.

"I never said I was good at painting nail,." Louis says, licking his thumb and wiping away the bright red mark that ran across Harry's thumb.

"You're terrible." Harry says between crossed fingers and giggles.

"Yeah, I can tell you something that's terrible alright," he mutters under his breath and Harry giggles again.

"Are they really that bad?" He asks softly, smile evident in his tone as Louis paints over his pointer finger.

"Yes, god. At least I have the decency to take my boyfriends somewhere else. All they do is cuddle on the couch- my couch, by the way- and kiss, and god, they are probably having sex on it right now," Louis groans, and ends up swiping across Harry's middle finger too with the polish.

"You have a boyfriend then?" Harry asks. He asks it cautiously almost, but Louis just shakes head.

"Not at the moment, no. My last relationship was over a year ago, and after that I just decided to take a little break, y'know? We ended it mutually, and honestly, I could probably call him up and we could chat like friends, but y'know. Just wasn't feeling it."

Louis looks up and sees Harry nodding at what he's saying, and Louis gestures for his other hand. "So what about you Harry? Boyfriends, girlfriends?" Louis doesn't expect Harry to have one, because he said he has no friends, but he figures he might as well still ask.

"Boyfriends," Harry says shyly, "and no, none at the moment."

Louis does better at this hand, the thumb turning out quite well with minimal painting over the skin, and he'll admit, he's quite proud of himself.

He smiles smugly, looking up to Harry, "No nasty exes or anything then?"

It's all in light teasing, but somehow, Louis finds Harry tensing under his touch.

Their eyes meet, and then Harry is looking away, muttering, "No, not really."

Louis watches him for a minute, and he knows Harrys lying about something, but he ignores it, continuing on with painting Harrys nails.

It's quiet now, not just the sound quiet, but the feeling quiet. So maybe Louis says it just to fill the spaces in his breaths, or maybe he says it because he thinks it will make Harry happy.

"Hey, how about you paint my nails after I do yours, yeah? See if you're actually all that good?"

Harry's eyes light up and his dimples cave, "Really?"

Louis shrugs, "Yeah, why not?"

Louis finishes Harrys last two fingers easily enough, with a grinning Harry bouncing anxiously. "What colour do you want?"

"What colour do you think will look good on me?" Louis asks, looking to Harry through his eyelashes.

Harry bites his lip, and gets up to look at his racks of polishes that are all colour and brand coordinated. He picks up a pale blue colour, and sits back down.

"I think this would look the best," he says shyly, taking the hand Louis offers him and carefully unscrewing the lid.

"Why'd'ya think this would look best?" Louis asks softly just for conversation, watching Harry's face as he concentrates on painting his pinky. A calming feeling rushes through Louis' body at the cool feeling he gets just right under his nails.

"It's pretty, like your eyes." Harry says simply.

He feels it now. He feels the uncontrollable feeling spread warm through his body like little forest fires, and he knows exactly what it is. Harry is pretty, and sweet, and he's only known him a couple weeks now, but he knows the feeling, and he pushes it away as the paint brush softly brushes over his nails.

He sighs softly, "Yeah, you really think they're that pretty?" he says it teasingly, but also softly as he flutters his eyelashes when Harry glances up to him, only to look back down with a lush spreading over his face.

He nods carefully, "Um, yeah. It was actually the first thing I noticed about you."

"Really?" Louis chews at his lip, and Harry's already switching to his other hand.

"Mhhm, they're my favourite colour."

Louis smiles and ignores the blush that's getting brighter on his own cheeks as he murmurs, "Yeah, well my favourite colour is green."

(The feeling is inescapable when Harry looks up at him with bright, bright, green eyes and a beaming grin.)