Turn This Love Around (Larry BoyxBoy) Book 1

Fourteen

Louis doesn't mean to do it.

He really doesn't, but Niall texted him asking if he wanted to get something to eat, and he was walking to the restaurant, and he saw it.

It was sitting on a small, white stool, golden and shiny and perfect. All Louis could think about during lunch with Niall was how pretty the thing would look atop of Harry rich and chocolaty curls, make him look sugary sweet and special, and Louis knows he has to buy it. Has to see Harry's cheeky grin when the damn thing is tangled in his curls, imagines him asking if he's a pretty princess, and fuck, Louis pays the thirty for the fucking crown.

And like, he really didn't mean mean to buy the panties, either. But as he is cursing himself for being so utterly ridiculous he sees them in the window of a small boutique. They're so lovely, so soft looking. Pink and lazy with 'princess' embroidered over the backside of them with golden little sparkles, and like, they go with the crown. He has to get them.

And so he's weak, whatever.

He keeps the two items wrapped in pink tissue, stuffed in a small gift bag with fucking lace ruffles on the top of it, and yeah, he pathetic. He ignores it all though. He goes and hangs out with Harry, watches his lips curve up, and his cheeks curve in, and his laugh curve out. He pets his face like an icie on the hottest day over summer, and runs his fingers through his hair like trying out new rain boots. They drink strawberry milk, and go on lunch 'dates,' and watch movies that leave them emotionally drained. Louis will wash his back wen he's too weak to get it himself, and he'll watch the curls bounce when he finds the boy dancing in his kitchen in the morning.

(He sees the lotion and the tinted lip balm, and he doesn't mean to add them to the gift bag, but like, its inevitable.)

Fall down happens when Harry makes waffles in the shape of crowns with his new goddamn princess waffle-maker, and Louis is 109% sure that Harry is an actual, real life, fucking princess. He is pretty, and soft, and gracious, and Louis cant stop thinking about the fact that Harry could slip right into a Disney princess movie. He has big doe eyes and these lovely curls, and Louis is hopelessly in love with the boy. So fuck it, he needs the crown.

At first, he feels a bit, lot, ridiculous, because he fucking knows Harry isn't really a princess. He is just the most gorgeous boy in the entire world who got dealt a bad deck of cards. Its just that, Harry really does deserve to be treated like a princess, and to have pretty things. It isn't to make him feel good for that reason, and it has nothing to do with what happened to him. Harry is genuinely the most kind-hearted person Louis knows, and the pink and lace and softness, it just adds to he gentleness. Something so gentle and soft and fucking strong deserves to be treated good, they do. Louis just really wants to be able to kiss the boy, and hold the boy, and touch the boy, run gentle fingertips down his spine.

He's fucking whipped, this easiest way to put it.

So here he is, chewing his lip, carrying the bag with trembling fingers that make his stomach swirl. He's nervous, and he tries to remind himself that this is Harry, blushing and babbling Harry, but jesus, he is so nervous. He bought the boy a fucking dildo, for christs sake.

(he's just so in love with him, has never felt so strongly about someone. never felt so scared to lose someone.)

"Doors unlocked!" he hears from the other side. He carefully walks in, taking in the lovely smell all over again like he always does, the mix of candle wax, and flour, and the underlying aroma of just Harry.

"Hey Lo- what's that?" Harry asks, coming out from the kitchen with soft black sweats and a white t-shirt.

"Oh, uh- I got you some stuff," he smiles shyly, setting the bag on the coffee table and walking into the kitchen as Harry walks out.