Don't ~ Larry Stylinson

Five

v.

Harry had been on tour for a total of four days before texting each other had become a habit, sending good morning texts and receiving similar ones at night. It started out with small, random messages about what they were doing that day or encouragement for a concert or something that reminded them of each other, and it grew to spending every spare moment talking with the other and anticipating when the next text would come in the hours in between.

And it's... it's weird, for Louis. Like. Like he was given the idea from day one that this was supposed to be casual, supposed to be meeting up when they were in town and letting go when they had to separate again. It wasn't supposed to be anything past platonic friends who just happened to be attracted to each other having sex. In fact, it wasn't supposed to even be friends. They weren't supposed to get to know one another, to have intimate knowledge of the other- because isn't that the number one role in situations like these?

No strings attached, that's what Harry had implied and that's, that's fine. (Well, sort of. It's never exactly been a strong point for Louis, to not get emotionally involved in something strictly physical—fulfilling a biological need—but Louis told himself that he could do that, the fact that Harry is pretty much everything Louis has always known he wants be damned.)

But this, this is almost too close for comfort. There's a thin line between what they're doing and falling completely, and Louis knows it's not gonna be hard for him to cross that line, to fling himself over it really. He knows how these things usually end for people like him (they get attached, they fall hard, and the other doesn't and it's just a pile of shit for everyone involved), he knows that this could potentially be the worst decision he's made in a while and he's made some bad ones, but what if- what if it's worth it? What if a couple months of complete ecstasy from Harry is worth losing it all so abruptly when this inevitably ends? The fact that Louis thinks it might actually be terrifies him.

So, because Louis is apparently a masochist, when Harry shows up at his door during the break between the American and Canadian legs of his tour, Louis doesn't refuse him, just tells him he's crazy for taking a flight to London for three weeks instead of just staying in North America and opens the door wider. Harry doesn't think he's too upset about it.

So they go steady for a couple weeks.

They eat pizza and drink beer on the floor of Louis' flat, and they go on secret dates (so as to avoid paparazzi) in planetariums and at zoos after closing time, and they stay up until the sun rises just lying in Louis' king size bed, running their hands through each other's hair and whispering secrets for just the other to hear as the red orange hue of the sun shines in through the windows and their legs lay tangled together under the cool bedsheets.

They're all over each other and they don't waste a second of the three weeks Harry has off, whether that's by taking every opportunity to get a couple orgasms out of one another or learning small, miniscule details about the other on their makeshift dates.

And it's all gogogo the whole time, a constant schedule of doing everything they can possibly think of with one another, but they're okay with that really, because Louis hasn't felt this alive since maybe before the band started focusing on their own solo careers three years ago, and Harry feels continuously happy for an extended amount of time and really, that's all they can ask for in the lives they live.

As if that isn't enough to keep Louis more than content, he's actually is getting writing done, even while Harry's occupying almost all of his time, and- that's progress really, since he hasn't been very productive in producing something he actuallywants to sing for a while, unlike Zayn and Liam who have been releasing music left and right. But he's doing it and if being with Harry helps, then Louis will never complain.

He's starting to believe that the temporary happiness might actually be worth it.