Bottom Harry Smut

got a river for a soul

The space buns that everyone has been pining after. (But mostly smut, fluff, and a Niall Horan party)

By cabinbythesea on ao3

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"Harold!" Louis calls out, Harry then hearing a faint slam of the door to follow.

"Bedroom!" Harry shouts back. He's aimlessly scrolling through Twitter, which is something he doesn't have the time to do often. He likes to check up on the gossip at times, needs his healthy amount just like everyone else.

"Oh my fuck," Louis huffs once he enters, throwing down his backpack and crawling over the bed to rest on Harry's side, arms and hips touching. He's breathing hard like he's just gotten home from the gym. (Louis hates the gym).

"Were you working out?" Harry peers at him through the corner of his eye, squeezing Louis' bicep experimentally. He rolls his eyes and removes his hand when he feels Louis flex.

Louis scoffs with a sarcastic, "Ha!" He's shredding his shirt off, though, discarding it to the floor. Harry presses a hand to Louis' chest, finding it to be damp with sweat. (One time Liam dared him to lick the bottom of Louis' foot, so a little sweat from the chest won't hurt). "Might as well have been a work out."

Harry scrunches his brows, doing a double take. "You're sweaty. What happened? I thought you were out to lunch with Calvin."

"I was," Louis explains, opening his arms for Harry to lean into. They haven't properly touched since Louis got in and that's just not natural for them. "Was leaving the restaurant and spotted a herd of girls. Had to make a run for it."

"Shit, did you get mobbed?" Harry pushes himself up with a hand to Louis' chest to search his face for marks, presumably. "The place must not have been far if you ran all the way back."

"No harsh attacks of mixed perfumes or white converse, thank goodness. Got away just in time." Louis presses his nose into Harry's hair, smelling their shampoo mixed with Harry's everyday cologne.

Harry hums upon feeling Louis' nose against his scalp, leaning into the contact if that's even possible. "'M glad you didn't get mobbed, hopefully not papped, too?" Harry's words are mumbled against Louis' chest, fingers fluttering over his tanned stomach.

"I didn't see any, but probably should check just in case I get a call," Louis sighs and Harry hands him his laptop to rest against his knees. "Oh, you were on Twitter already, hmm?"

"Yeah," Harry shrugs, snuggles up to Louis' side and leans his head on his shoulder, still getting a good view of the screen. "Just checking up, followed some people."

Louis hums and turns his head to kiss Harry's temple, simple, before going back to scrolling. Harry kisses his bicep in response. Easy and domestic.

"Well, looks like we're safe for now. Nothing new yet." Harry watches as Louis keeps scrolling, coming across the typical Twitter trends, such as the #nowimmad challenge, the pair of them chuckling at a few relatable ones. Then, when Louis refreshes the page, the first thing that pops up is a picture of Harry that seems to be edited, but Louis can't help but wish that it was real beacause, "Oh my god," his mouth drop opens slightly.

Harry eyes the picture on the screen. It's one of him from when he was onstage quite some time ago, but hair still long, two buns nestled at the top of his head. There's still hair falling along his shoulders, just enough hair in the buns to keep it out of his face.

"Holy shit that's the cutest thing I have ever seen," Louis whines, like the cuteness is actually hurting his heart. "We need to do that to you, like, right now. Do you like it?"