Giallo!; larry stylinson [completed] (bottom!louis)

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Songs:
Orville Peck - Summertime
Taylor Swift - You Are In Love
be nice to be nice !

Of course, Louis' sister crowds him later that night. She saw the whole thing from the window and didn't let him leave until he told her everything. Unable to lie or simply tell her 'no', Louis gives a short stuttery summary of his and Harry's conversation. It ends with him running to his car, yelling about being late. With his inability to control his feet, he trips and scraps his chin, hands, and knees.

He doesn't leave until twenty minutes past their agreed time since his mother cleaned his wounds and tapped some gauze to his bloody chin and knees. He tries to not speed down the road and somewhat succeeds. The looming fear of Harry leaving had him parking haphazardly. The sun is already setting, the golden rays casting upon the sand and the water.

Arriving at the beach, thankfully Harry was leaning against the hood of his truck. Again, although on a much softer surface than concrete, Louis trips and lands face-first on the ground. He gags, spitting out sand and dusting his clothes.

"Oh, berry, you're such a fawn, c' mere."

Louis is spun around and catches sight of a blanket on the shore and just a bit away from the crashing waves. Harry looks down at him, yellow sunglasses holding back his hair. He's wearing a soft tank top and patchwork pants of various patterns and loud colours. "What happened?" It wasn't odd for Louis to appear with a new injury, but Harry didn't expect to see two bandages on his chin.

"Was runnin' when I shouldn't have." Louis touches the bandaids just under his lip, the points to the large one on his left knee, "hurt me hands and knees too."

Harry frowns, "You weren't being careful."

"I was excited t-to see you." The boy kicks at the sand. "That's why I'm late. Never runnin' in flip flops again."

"That's why you've got no shoes on?" Harry gently takes his hand and leads him to the blanket on the sand.

"Forgot to put them on again."

Harry sits on the green blanket, patting the spot next to him.

"I can't bend my k-knees," Louis mutters, embarrassment painting his cheeks an apple red. Harry, the sweetheart he is, stands and lifts Louis up. With his arms behind Louis' back and his knees, he sits down again with Louis on his lap.

"This better?"

"Butter—I-I mean better!" Louis' brain nearly shuts off. His bottom was very close to Harry's crotch, he tried not to wiggle around. There was a heat bubbling in his chest.

Harry locks one hand around Louis' waist, petting the skin between his orange plaid shorts and matching cropped button-up. "Did you eat dinner?"

"Y-Yes, my mother made lasagna."

"What about dessert?"

"I had some oatmeal cookies," Louis faces away when Harry's fingers dip into the band of his shorts, he doesn't touch any further. He only presses into the squishy meat of Louis' hips. "Brought you some, it's in my car—in a little b-box, I painted it indigo with a bit of glitter."

The man grins, dimples deep craters in his cheeks. "Thank you." Then, he just watches Louis. He watches his skin bloom pink and his blue eyes blink at the waves.

"You're makin' me nervous again," Louis rubs his eyes aggressively, "Y-You keep watching me. You're supposed to look there." He points to the sun, "Not m-me!"

"Am I?"

"Yes! You said so."

Harry hums, pulling the boy closer until his chest is flush against Louis' shoulder. "Did I?"

"Y-Yes," Louis gasps when Harry lightly nibbles his chubby cheek. His beard and moustache are rough on his skin and he loves it.

"I meant I wanted to watch you watch the sunset. Is that all right?"

The boy's blue eyes shine, the harmony rivalling Gogh's Starry Night. "I g-guess so..." Louis doesn't realize his hands are tight fists. He relaxes, allowing the fresh ocean air to fill his lungs.

The sun lowers below the horizon, taking the beaming rays with it. It colours the sky a wash of orange and pink, the yellow spreading into the clouds. The waves wash up on shore, Louis wanted to go for a swim, but he had no swim shorts. He sits pretty in Harry's lap with his hands clasped loosely. He forces himself to stay still and not turn slightly, then he'd make awkward eye contact with Harry—who was still watching him.

The wind is humid and there's a thin sheen of sweat covering Louis' skin. His hair is quite long and falls over his eyes (since he forgot to put one of his clips on), Harry wanted to braid it. His fingers card through Louis' sandy locks, touching the tips that curl behind his ears and at the base of his neck. His hand trails further, tracing Louis' jaw with his thumb. Even with the darkness slowly taking over the city, there was enough light to see the freckles on Louis' skin. The boy's lashes brush along his cheekbones, the tip of his nose is still sunburnt. His lips are rose petals, as smooth as the ones in the garden that Harry tends to almost every day, it's the most exquisite colour Harry's ever seen.

"Do you see the yellow?"

Louis nods slowly.

"How do you feel, sweet swan?"

Louis feels the warmth comb over his skin. He feels the calm that the setting sun radiates, he feels the troubles melt away, he feels it all. "I f-feel everything you said." He wants to capture the sun in his hands, spread it across the darkest corners of the world and allow everything to bask in the feeling of the glow.

"What else do you feel?"

"I feel like I want you to k-kiss me." Louis murmurs, still facing the ocean. He shivers when Harry breathes into his neck.

Harry's hand cradles his chin, wary of the bandages, and turns Louis to face him. With a final look, Harry kisses him. Louis slips into another world, his eyes falling shut and he helplessly follows Harry's lead. The man keeps him close, presses harder into his lips with a dainty taste of passion. He licks Louis' lip, the latter making a tiny noise in the back of his throat.

Harry kisses him with grace. His slow, tender lips never let up, he wants to taste every inch of Louis. And he does. Tilting Louis' face to kiss him deeper, licking into his mouth with a low groan. The boy is inexperienced and it shows through his delayed reactions to Harry's masterful lips.

They could both feel it bursting at the seams. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling but it was overwhelming. Harry feels it every time he drives home. Louis feels it every time he spots Harry from across the yard. It was the feeling of a muted summer evening, the feeling of floating on a gentle river, the feeling of cascading down a silk rope and into a bed of feathers and flowers. They could hear it too, just between the crashing of the waves. It was such a feeling and clouds their minds.

Pulling away, a single string of saliva between their mouths. The sun was gone, the sky now an orange and purple. Even then, Harry's tan skin was almost golden. "You are divine." The man drags his thumb over Louis' swollen lips.

Louis turns a marvellous scarlet. "I, o-oh my, my. How—what do I say to t-that?"

"Nothing."

Harry decides right then and there, he could watch the world go by in the reflection of Louis' eyes.

NOTE: omg I do wish to make this into a full blown fic but here it is. Sweet and short. The next chapter is the finale and the epilogue will soon follow. Thoughts ?