The Bucket List || Larry

5: Streaking

Louis is very, very nervous for today. Which is understandable because, after all, he is going to run around the streets naked today, shoeless and pantless and shirtless and just completely bare. He almost regrets putting it on the list, but he has to do this one thing, just once, to get it off his chest and out of his mind.

He requested to do the action in Harry's neighborhood, having enough shame to not want to be known as 'that naked guy' to his neighbors. Harry agreed with a roll of his eyes, and then a sloppy kiss to his cheek from Louis as thanks. (Harry dramatically wiped his cheek soon after.)

So now, as they sit in Harry's car at a stop sign, Louis is stalling as much as he can.

"Can I at least have a sock?"

"A sock?"

"Yeah. To cover my...bits."

"No."

"C'mon, Harry. It's cold," Louis whines, jutting out his bottom lip and grabbing Harry's bicep, squeezing lightly. He likes what he feels, but definitely is not going to let Harry know. His ego is big enough.

"It's barely autumn, you twat. Now, strip before I strip you my- Never mind," Harry shakes his head, laughing lightly at what he almost said. Louis clears his throat.

He's considering giving up and taking streaking off of his bucket list, but then it would bother him to no extent until he waited til it was mid winter and too cold to do it, and then he would probably die without experiencing the wonder that is streaking, and-

"Louis," Harry says, voice stern and soft at the same time, forcing Louis to look at him out of curiosity. "Stop thinking about it."

Louis sighs because he's right. He needs to just do it, just like Harry did back in high school, and get it over with. You can do this, he assures himself, taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes as he exhales. He revels in the feel of Harry's warm hand on his shaking thigh, focusing in on that and nothing else, and he feels his nerves float away into the air and out of the car. Jesus.

"You're right," Louis says aloud this time, opening his eyes finally and blinking at Harry, who's looking at him with care in his eyes and pursed lips, head tilted just slightly to the right. He looks like a lost puppy, Louis decides. He just looks like all the cute animals, really.

"I'm gonna do it."

Harry gives him a quiet 'yay' and pulls the beanie on Louis' head off and puts it on himself. Louis kind of falters for a moment, lost in the way Harry looks with it on, and fully and completely wouldn't mind it if he stole his beanies more often.

Louis pulls off his jumper first, throwing it in the backseat quickly. He toes off his shoes and leaves them where they are. Next go his trousers, which turns out to be a harder task than it seems in the confined space of Harry's car, but they get thrown in the backseat eventually.

When he slips his thumbs underneath the waistband of his pants, Harry stops him.

"Do you want, like, a towel or something? Just so you're not...uncomfortable."

And oh, this kid. He's cocky at times but is also a gentlemen in the weirdest ways. Louis says yes and Harry twists around to grab the cloth from somewhere in the back, and Louis pulls off his pants when Harry turns around (he would've taken them off even if Harry was looking, but, oh well), and then lifts his hips up to wrap the towel around his waist. He flicks Harry's arm when he's done.

"You ready?" Harry asks. Louis duly notes that he's trying to be sneaky about glancing at his chest, but he's being anything but subtle about it, the idiot.

Louis cracks his neck and knuckles before breathing out an answer, which is a positive yet shaky one, and they get out of the car simultaneously.

Louis grips the front of the towel tightly, swallowing the nerves that are piling up in his throat. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Harry pull out his phone and hears the shutter of a photograph being taken.

"Oi!" Louis yells, reaching forward to snatch the phone. Harry rapidly presses his thumb against the screen and pulls the phone down, slipping it into the front of his jeans before Louis can even react. He now has several pictures of Louis in just a towel, and his face probably screams panic, which is not a good look on him.

"Don't think I won't go in there," Louis says, flicking his head toward Harry's crotch, and the latter only laughs and pats his head.

"I don't doubt that for a second." Louis huffs. "Come on, Lou. Get on with it."

Louis sighs for what feels like the millionth time, gripping the towel again and turning away from Harry.

"If you film this, I swear to god, I will not hesitate to break your arm," Louis warns before dropping the towel to the ground and breaking off into a run.

The first thing he does is grab ahold of his dick to stop it from hitting his stomach with every footfall. The second thing he does is give Harry the bird because he has started whistling obnoxiously, cat-calling Louis jokingly.

"Go, baby, go!" Harry calls after him, followed by a loud laugh that Louis shakes his head at.

Eventually he runs back to the car, hand still firmly wrapped around himself, and demands for the towel back. Harry only tuts and makes a face at him, holding the towel high above his head, far out of Louis' reach.

He huffs and stands up on his tiptoes the best he can on the gravelly road, only stretching up with one arm. Please, he has some modesty.

"Harry, please, I'm freaking freezing," he practically hisses, sending forth the harshest glare he can manage.

Then, Harry gets real close and up in his space, mouth right next to his ear, breath fanning over Louis' neck and spreading a warmth throughout his belly. Louis holds his breath as Harry slowly says,

"Beg for it."

Louis scoffs and instantly pushes at the taller lad's chest, only receiving a radiant smile in return. He grabs the towel in a moment of vulnerability where Harry has lowered his arm, wrapping it around himself once again.

"You're such a dickhead," Louis remarks as he gets back into the car. He pulls at least a shirt on to keep warm and cranks up the heat, to which Harry frowns at and lowers the temperature down a few notches.

And then they're off, Louis shaking from the cold and Harry laughing at the previous events, and it seems that a cheesy music montage is overdue.

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I'm actually quite happy with this chapter. that's new.

QOTC: so, we obviously love them all equally, but who is your favorite out of the boys?

AOTC: I was a Harry girl for a while but now I think I'm a Louis girl. he's just so agdjdjjekg.