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~Apologies Mean Nothing~
A Larry Stylinson One Shot.
PLEASE PLAY AUDIO WHILE YOU READ THE ONE SHOT.
Louis stood at the edge of the lake, skipping stones like he used to when he was younger. He was attempting to be “calm” and “serene” but he just couldn’t be that when Zayn had just told Louis that Harry and his longtime girlfriend were planning to tie the knot. Louis refused to believe it because that meant that every thing that had been happening between Louis and Harry was complete and utter bullshit and Louis knew deep down inside that it couldn’t be true.
His phone rang and Louis glanced down at the caller ID, his heart started beating fast when he saw that it was Harry calling, and he cursed himself because he didn’t want his heart to beat over Harry.
“Hello?” Louis said calmly.
“Hey babe, you busy tonight?”
Louis willed himself to say yes, he was busy, willed himself to not be so attached to something that looked like it was going downhill.
“No, I’m not busy.” Louis said, his voice cracking. Stupidstupidstupid. Zayn was right about what he said last time; Louis was whipped by famous pop star Harry Styles. And Harry saw him as nothing but a rebound or a little sex toy that was there every time he called and needed some pleasure while he was thrust into the back of a closet.
Louis wished he didn’t love Harry.
When Louis arrived at Harry’s flat, Harry opened the door wearing a blanket that was wrapped around his body and looking surprised.
“What the hell, Louis?!” Harry said angrily, pulling Louis into the flat.
“I told you to never come through the front door.”
“Why does it matter?” Louis retorted.
“Someone might see you!”
“Are you ashamed of me, Harry?”
“Course not, babe” Harry said sheepishly. “I just don’t want people meddling in our business.”
And with that, Louis forgave him, just like he always did.
“Come here,” Harry said throatily, his eyes filled with lust as he guided Louis to his bedroom.
When they arrived at the bedroom, Harry grabbed Louis by the back of his head and began furiously sucking on his bottom lip.
“Ungh, I missed this.” Harry muttered. “Missed your big lips.”
Louis ignored Harry’s comment and kissed him back. Louis didn’t have big lips.
They kissed and it got more heated, Louis felt Harry’s hard on rubbing on his own, and that made him whimper.
“Get down on your knees for me baby.” Harry growled.
And Louis did. Louis was never the submissive type, but if Harry asked him to jump, he’d say “how high?”
Louis did everything Harry asked of him, every rational thought Louis ever had left his brain every time Harry touched him. Louis made love to Harry while Harry moaned at Louis to “fuck him harder.”
When it was over, Harry turned to Louis.
“It was fun tonight babe. But you need to go now, Alice is coming home soon.”
So with that, Louis picked up his clothes and left Harry’s flat, knowing that tonight was just another night Louis wouldn’t be able to wake up with Harry next to him.
Weeks later, Louis was sitting alone in his flat, watching TV. It was some stupid gossip television show and just as Louis was about to change the channel, the reporter announced that “Famous popstar Harry Styles had just announced his engagement to longtime girlfriend, Alice Benson.”
Louis dropped the remote and his hand flew to his mouth, a strangled sob escaping his throat.
Harry had promised that things with Alice would end soon. What the fuck was going on?
Louis picked up the phone and called Zayn.
“Did you know?!” he cried when Zayn picked up on the first ring. “Did you know he was going to dump me like this? Without any warning?”
“I’m so sorry mate. There was nothing I could do…”
Louis slammed the phone down, his body racking with sobs.
He got up to check his mail and found a wedding invitation with a simple “sorry” attached to it and his heart fell.
Harry wasn’t going to change his mind. Harry wasn’t going to marry Louis and he wasn’t in love with Louis like he said he was. Louis was nothing more than Harry’s stupid, whipped, sex slave.
So on the 12th of June, the day of Harry’s wedding, Louis made his way to Harry’s flat, using his spare key to enter and stood out onto the spacious balcony.
He grabbed a piece of Harry’s expensive stationary and downed a bit of his expensive alcohol to give himself courage to do what he was about to do.
On that expensive piece of stationary, Louis wrote his final goodbye while Harry and Alice exchanged wedding vows.
Louis stood at the top of the balcony while Harry had his first customary dance with his new bride.
Louis jumped when Harry and his new wife whispered their “I love yous” to one another.
The only thing he left behind was a simple line on a piece of expensive paper.
I’m sorry too.
This one is for Christi :)
The audio used is “River Flows in You” by Yiruma.
Behind Blue Eyes
AN: This is a one shot dedicated to Yelena (leedssex) for her birthday, which is today. So everyone head over there and give her proper love. I planned on turning this into two parts, but since this is a little late anyways I figured I’d just give you the whole thing. First time writing smut so be warned it could be awful.
YELENA I AM SORRY IF THIS TURNED OUT TO BE SUCH SHIT. I don’t know how I got to this it’s really all over the place but I LOVE YOU so I hope you don’t hate it too much xo.
WARNINGS FOR VIOLENCE, HOMOPHOBIA, SWEARING, SMUT.
SUMMARY: Louis is a homophobic teenager, bullying younger kids to cover up the fact that he has a deep, dark secret.
WORD COUNT: 4,366
Louis watched Zayn, smirking as he shoved a frightened looking freshman up against the lockers. His name was Leo, or Liam maybe, he wasn’t sure, but it was the same kid they had caught snogging a little blonde boy in the hall earlier.
Chasing CarsEd Sheeran
“Harry?” Louis opened the door to their flat.
“Harry where are you?” Louis contiued to walk throughout the house spotting a few things out of place. Louis walked to their bedroom. He saw Harry on the bed sleeping. It looked like he crashed.
Louis took off his shirt and jeans. He went into the closet and picked out a new pair of pants. He walked out of their closet and climbed into the bed with Harry. He put his arm around him and pulled Harry closer. Louis felt something wet on the other side. Harry turned over…
Louis saw that Harry’s shirt was completely drenched in… tears.
“Harry…” Louis pulled Harry even closer and he tucked his head into his neck. Louis felt something wet roll against his skin. Then a sniffle.
“Harry? Don’t cry baby. Please. I’m right here. I’m not leaving. We can spend the rest of your birthday right here. In each other’s arms.”
Harry sniffled again. He placed a soft kiss on Louis’ cheek.
“No.. Shh. I don’t want to hear it. I’m here now.” Louis pulled Harry in closer. They layed there for a while. Louis began to sing to make sure Harry would fall asleep before him.
If I lay here.
If I just lay here.
Would you lay with me and just forget the world.
Forget what were told.
Before we get too old.
Would you lay with me and just forget the world?
Louis started to cry as well. It was silent though. He didn’t want Harry to wake up. Louis started to stare at Harry. He saw the tear stains on his shirt. His hair was wet as well. What a mess… Just because Louis wasn’t able to attend his party. Just because Harry and Louis were in love. Just because this love wasn’t allowed. Louis stopped himself. He kissed Harry’s cheek and tried to fall asleep. Everything was peaceful now. They continued to lay there, and eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Paring: Harry x Louis
Word Count: 2,590
A/N: This took me months to get back into writing. It’s a little bit of everything, mostly D/s. (Top!Louis, spanking, collaring, orgasm denial, over-stimulation, a bit of humiliation, gagging, all the good shit.)
Summary: “He liked being on his knees, he wanted scratches down his chest and bruises on his hips, he loved that sting of having his hair pulled. It made his skin hot every time Louis huffed out a dirty word or filthy demand. Mostly, Harry loved being controlled. And this all worked perfectly because Louis enjoyed being in control just as much.”
I put on my jacket and took a deep breath in.
Today was finally the day.
I walked over to the mirror and took one last look at myself. I couldn’t believe that this was finally happening, after all this time.
“It’s time.” Niall said softly from the doorway. A thousand little butterflies greeted me in my stomach. I couldn’t believe this was finally happening. I was finally marrying the love of my life. I walked out and stood at the top of the aisle. Niall put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. “You’re going to be okay, just relax.”
I looked around at all of our friends and family. They were here to support us. I never thought there would be this many people here to support us. I never thought that in a million years they would support our love for each other.
But they did.
In that moment everyone stood up and turned around. My eyes looked to the back of the seats and I watched as the doors open.
That’s when he started down the aisle.
My heart fluttered at the sight of his smile. I haven’t seen a smile that actually reached his eyes in public for years. His big pearly whites flashed at everyone in the room. His hair had been quaffed in the most perfect way that made him look so dashing.
Then his eyes met mine.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his. They were just so beautiful. His big sapphire eyes shined as bright as his smile. He was gorgeous. He was soon by my side and we joined hands.
“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to join in the union between Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson…” I couldn’t hear the rest of what he said because I was lost in Louis’ whole being. I couldn’t believe that I was marrying the love of my life. After all these years of struggling and wondering when we would finally catch a break, we’re finally getting married.
We can finally be together.
“Do you, Louis William Tomlinson take Harry Edward Styles to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.” Louis squeezed my hand and flashed me that captivating smile of his.
“And do you, Harry Edward Styles take Louis William Tomlinson to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.” I never broke eye contact with Louis as I got ready for what the minister was about to say next.
“I now pronounce you Man and Man. You may now kiss your husband.”
I put one hand on Louis’ neck and one hand on his waist and pulled him closer so I could finally kiss my new husband.
Wait For You
Title: Wait For You
Warnings: A bit of adult language.
Summary: Five years in the life of Harry and Louis, starting in 2010.
They fell asleep without moving, both knowing that something very real had just started. They had no idea what they were in for.
A/N: 4300 words. Fluff/angst/more fluff.
~*~*~*~Larry One Shot!~*~*~*~
1 tiem dere wuz a boi namd hary stils and he wuz poor and 1 dai he met lewi tomlimsom and lewi wuz reel rich nd shit hari sed 2 hiself ‘im 2 poor for lewi’ nd he walk awai but lewi grab him nd sai ‘give me yo numba boi’ nd hary nd lewi date for long tiem wen one dai hary say ‘lewi will u luv me 4ever?’ nd lewi say ‘NO’ so hari run away nd jump off a bridg. at harys funeral lewi walk up 2 harys ded bodi nd say ‘i meant 2 sai i luv u 5ever’
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- Summary: Harry likes to go to the club and dance all his worries and problems away while Louis just goes for a good time with his mates. Harry’s in a relationship with very dangerous man and Louis likes things he can’t have. When Louis gets fixated on the green eyed boy with chocolate brown curls things get complicated All Harry wants him to do is take him away.
Inspired by Rihanna : Please don’t stop the music.
Warnings: Smut, violence, side relationship.
Word Count: 6,308+
Summary: Louis’ Prince Harry’s maid.
A/N: Going to HellTell me if I should continue!
Warning: Gay Sex
Louis was Harry Styles’s maid; yes Harry Styles the prince. He always thought Harry liked him as he always demanded Louis wear a uniform. A black silk corset and a short skirt that rided up when he bended over as he cleaned and a little maid hat with some blak high heels. Louis found it weird that his boss would always make him wear the outift but Louis didn’t care.
Louis walked into Master’s Harry room and noticed the little note taped on Harry’s dresser. ‘Put this in love xx’ it said, and next to it, a long, thick, purple virbirator.
Louis gasped at the size of it, it was HUGE. Louis sighed, knowing he would have to go downstairs to serve Queen Anne and her royal friends. So Louis stuck 3 fingers and sucked hard, getting them lubed up with his saliva.
Louis pulled down his pink frilly panties and inserted his fingers in. He let out a small gasp at the coldness of his fingers in his puckered hole. He slowly scissored his fingers so the virbirator would be less painful. He removed his fingers and slowly pushed the virbirator in.
Louis let out a sinful moan as he pulled his panties up. Louis moved downstairs in discomfort. He went into the kitchen and grabbed the drinks. He pulled all the drinks and stopped at Prince Harry’s.
“Can I please take it out?” Louis whimpered, his cock starting to get harder. Harry shook his head, his curls flying under his crown. Harry slowly slipped his hand into his pocket of his trousers and grasped the remote.
Louis sighed and turned away the golden plate in his hand. Suddenly, he felt a vibration rudder through him. He let a mix of a whimper and moan, the feeling made him drop the plate.
Louis bent down to pick up the plate and hurried back into the kitchen.
Harry excused himself and went to travel into the kitchen. Louis was preparing the entrees for the guests. “Louis,” Harry smirked approaching the smaller boy. Louis dropped the glass he was holding onto the floor. Luckily it didn’t break, Louis bended down to pick it up again.
Louis felt hands on his arse, “Ya know? I feel like you can’t really feel the vibes.” Harry said as skipped medium and went straight to high.
Louis let out a squeal as his whole body shook in pleasure. Little pants of breath exited his breath. “H-Har-ry s-stop.” Louis whimpered.
Harry flipped Louis around and wrapped his legs around Harry’s firm waist. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
Harry leaned forward and roughly shoved his tongue down Louis’ throat. Harry pushed Louis’ against the kitchen wall and ran his tongue all over Louis’ mouth.
Louis didn’t know how to handle this, Harry rough handing him, an the virbirator. Louis felt like he was going to be sent over the edge. “Harry I’m about to-” Louis mumbled against his mouth. “No Lou.” Harry mumbled back.
Louis felt Harry pull down his panties and remove the virbirator. Louis almost sighed at the relief, he couldn’t believe he had been able to hold off this long.
Harry removed a hand from Louis’ waist and zipped down his trousers and briefs down to his knees.
“You don’t need lube right Lou?” Harry said breathless.
Louis shook his head, “No. No. Fuck me already.”
Harry obeyed quickly, using his hand to line his cock at Louis’ entrance. Harry pushed in slowly. Louis let out a porn like moan which almost made Harry cum right there.
“H-Harry.” Louis squeaked. Harry started thrusting, looking around for that place that would make Louis scream.
Harry must’ve found it as Louis let out an silent scream.
Harry started picking up a pace with his thrusts. He hit Louis’ prostate ever time.
“Har-Har, faster.” Louis shrilled. His own voice sounding foreign to him. Harry unwrapped Louis’ legs and placed them on his shoulders. Which have him an even better angle at hitting Louis’ G-spot.
“God, Harry, oh my god! You’re really big. Big than I thought!” Louis blabbered as Harry pounded into him.
“I love how your fucking me with my skirt on! Is that turning you on?!” Louis said gripping on Harry’s shoulders; his dull nails scratching Harry’s jacket.
“Louis. Shut. The. Hell. Up.” Harry said thrusting at every word.
“Oh Harry I’m about to-” Louis didn’t even have time to finish as he came with a shrill on Harry’s new tailored outfit. It took three more thrusts before Harry came inside of Louis. The pair stood still for awhile; trying to catch their breath.
Harry pulled out of Louis with a sigh. That was the most fierce cumming he had ever had. Harry noted that some of his juices were flowing out of Louis’ hole. Harry lapped some up on his fingers and held them onto to Louis’ mouth. “Suck.” He ordered.
Louis opened his heavy lidded eyes and opened his mouth. His taste buds were welcomed with a sweet yet salty taste, that he instantly fell in love with.
It was Harry.
Harry lapped up all of his juices and fed them to Louis. He pulled up Louis’ underwear and fixed his fringe. Louis buttoned up Louis’s jacket to hide Louis’s cum stains.
Louis’s grabbed the entrees that were now cold. He turned his head and planted a kiss on Harry’s cheek.
Louis walked out of the kitchen, looking slightly disheveled. “Who’s ready for their entrees?” He said with a smile.
warnings: smut,angry/rough stuff, bit of comeplay but really slightly, buttsex and bj and toys.
I,again,don’t own One Direction, otherwise I wouldn’t be here writing this.
Only if it's fate (Larry stylinson one shot)
a/n;So I saw this picture, and it gave me really, really bad feels. I’ve never written boy/boy smut, but it was something different, and it was rather fun. It’s 7:07AM and I haven’t slept, and I’m absolutely mental right now, and don’t feel like re reading this. So if there’s a mistake, of well… Hope you guys like it, let me know what you think :)!
Inspired by this picture ^
Harry Styles parents give him anything he wants. He lives the good life of the rich, and spoiled rotten. He gets the money, the girls, the cars. Anything he wants, when he wants it. He’s the ruler of private UNI that he goes to. He has everyone in the palm if his hands, even if he doesn’t know they exist. He uses his looks and charm to his advantage, wooing girls, and even boys to satisfy his needs, or to play with when he’s bored. He sees everything as joke, because it come so easily to him. Nothing’s a challenge.
Until a new student Louis Tomolinson arrives in Harry class. He’s unlike the other boy at the UNI. Where most of them come from high class, and proper manners.
Louis is a punk.He has danger oozing out of him. Tattoos covered his amrs and chest. His shirt was cut with the neck line low. The sleeves were cut too, to show off his tattoos. His tight black skinny jeans, with a chin hanging from his left side. The bottom of them rolled, showing off his Toms, and ankle tattoos.
The girls become all wild up, whispering, and biting their lower lips. But the girls arn’t the only ones. A certain curly hair boy is taken over by him as well.
Growing up with an alcoholic abusive father, who blames Louis for his mother leaving. That he’s “just a little punk, who’ll never amount to nothing”
Louis at the age of 16 left his father, and lived with his mother, who re-marred a wealthy man. There Louis finds out that his step father has been cheating on his mother with expensive booty calls on his yacht. There he becomes hateful and disgusted of the rich, and how they throw their money away. And attending a school with rich snobs is the last thing he wanted to do.
Based off of this prompt:
idk the UK time. It’s army time right? Idk. I just used USA time. It goes from morning throughout the day.
I needed to add that last sentence. It didn’t feel complete with out it.
(A:N/ Sorry for any mistakes, hope you like xx)
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything new on here or filled a prompt, so I wrote this and I know it’s not great but I hope it’s okay, and I’m filling all of the other prompts I’ve received as well.
Prompt: You should write a smut one shot where Harry and Louis are out shopping and Harrys really horny so he starts teasing/ Kissing/touching/ coming onto Louis in a store and then they end up having sex in the wash room or change room? :p
Word Count: 1,644
Warnings: Smut(obviously), language
Can you write one where Louis is younger (14) and Harry is 18 and they're in the same school. Harry's the hottest guy in school and everyone knows he swings both ways. Everyone wants to be like him and girls and boys are constantly in love with him. Louis is not popular or anything but they somehow meet in detention [Louis is accused of doing something he didn't do] and they somehow end up together. Harry doesn't want people to know he's dating such a young kid, he never goes under 15. TBC
Anonymous asked you:
So, they keep it a secret. A little angst on Louis’ side of the story would be nice. Like he falls in love with Harry but he rejects him at first and he’s trying to catch his attention. Like really virgin Louis trying to attract the popular kid’s attention, failing at first. But they end up together and eventually come out? Something like that? Sorry for the detailed prompt :-/
Note: Here it is. I’ve been working on it forever now and it came out to be almost 5k words long. Ugh. I hope you like it. It’s a little hard to write AU oneshots, I feel like I have to write everything, like detailed and detailed. And, yeah. Take it away. I hope you like it. Feedback would be appreciated. :) x
Harry Styles. He was the legend in school. He was a senior. And he was gorgeous. Everyone wanted him, obviously. And he knew that.
Louis was quite different. He was nothing like that. Nothing. He was a freshman. He wasn’t actually like air, his classmates liked him. But no one else would point at him if some mentioned the name Louis Tomlinson.
He was nothing like Harry Styles, the legend. Or his companions, to be honest. Harry had the best friends. Niall Horan was such a funny guy, everyone knew him, and he could play the guitar. He performed sometimes at random events. And then there was Zayn Malik, with a Y. He was such a typical badass, with his quiff and cigarettes. And Liam Payne who…wasn’t that much of a bad boy or a loud, funny guy, but he was nice, all-smiles, good looking and just genuinely likeable. He was the big brother type and somehow the three loud, crazy, dangerous guys seemed to need him.
Louis couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t. He had heard girls squealing whenever Harry Styles walked past them or bumped into them accidentally. He was that stunning, with his messy curls and his piercing green eyes. Stan thought that Louis was going crazy. And maybe he was.
Stan was the only person Louis had trusted with his secret. He told Stan. And he didn’t make a scene of it, actually he had found it rather interesting. He was so curious, so genuinely curious, it was kind of embarrassing. But have you ever done it with a boy? Have you ever kissed a boy? How was it? So, you’re a virgin? But then how do you know that you’re gay? No judgment, Lou, but if you don’t have experience, then how the hell…? That’s so cool, man. Like you never ever thought of girls? No…That’s weird. But isn’t it…? I mean, how could you just come to the conclusion? Does your mum know? She doesn’t hate you? Kudos to your mum, Tommo. She’s great. But seriously, you had to fall for the biggest prick in school, yeah? He doesn’t even consider freshmen real people, Lou. If you’re younger than 15, he’ll never look at you.
Stan was…helpful. Sort of. Kind of. Sometimes he was embarrassing, sometimes he was too loud, sometimes he was kind of stupid, but still…he knew all of Louis’ secrets and he didn’t judge him. But he was trying too hard to get Harry Styles’ attention on them, especially on Louis.
Their first ever contact wasn’t initiated by Stan, though. It was random, unexpected and, in Louis’ opinion, rather embarrassing.
He was trotting down the main stairs, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He reached after it, but didn’t stop. And he obviously didn’t really pay attention to the way he was going in. When he reached the hallway, he took a swift turn to the left whilst texting. And he bumped into something, rather embarrassingly. His phone fell out of his hands and he felt his legs entangle. He was about to fall and that didn’t make it any better. His eyes were squeezed shut, but he felt a strong grip on his elbow.
‘Whoa, kid, watch your step. You were about to knock me over.”
His eyes sprung open just to stare into glimmering emerald ones as he steadied himself.
Harry Styles. Harry fucking Styles, gripping his elbow, talking to him, acknowledging him.
“Yeah, be careful, mate. Here’s your phone.” Liam smiled down at him, putting the device in his hands. He was gobsmacked. He didn’t even realize that the other three were there too. He glanced up at the four tall, handsome guys, feeling self-conscious about the way his fringe was falling into his eyes, the way his whole attire looked ridiculous.
“Thanks. Sorry…” He mumbled awkwardly; he was about to melt into a puddle of shame. He was so embarrassing, so weird, so…nothing special.
“No problem, mate.” Niall grinned, knowingly. He looked so understanding, in a way, like he had understood something the others hadn’t seen. Louis gazed up at them again, trying to smile a bit, but then they stepped away, minding their own business. Zayn let his arm fall on Harry’s shoulder. ‘Poor kid, you almost knocked him over.’
Louis felt a lump form in his throat. That was him in their eyes: a poor kid. And he just had to bump into Harry on one of his bad-clothing and bad-hair and just bad day. He had thought that his bright red pants were quirky, pretty nice, but…he was ridiculous in them. And what about the stupid v-neck shirt? Why was he so odd? Why couldn’t he look just a little casual and not like he was about to pass out? Life wasn’t fair to him, was it?
“Have you ever seen that kid before?” Niall grinned at his friends as they settled down on the benches in the school yard.
“Nah, never.” Zayn shrugged easily.
“I saw him in the breaks. He always wears bright skinny jeans, sometimes suspenders. He kind of stands out.” Liam smiled. “But he’s kind of awkward too. His attire is always matched, his hair is always made, but he seems a little off. He’s a freshman, obviously. He seems to be pretty sweet.”
“Sweet. More like gorgeous blue eyes, but socially awkward.” Harry smirked.
“I don’t know, mate, he seemed to be mesmerized by you.” Niall grinned back, patting the curly-headed boy’s shoulder. “He looked like he was about to faint it, and that wasn’t from the fact that he had almost knocked himself out on your abs.”
“Oi, leave him alone. Poor kid…he seems to be genuinely nice.” Liam shrugged, but he couldn’t wipe off the smirk from his lips.
“Nah, too young to fuck.”
“Zayn, shut it!” Liam rolled his eyes disapprovingly. “Even if you’re right, don’t say that.”
“Chill, mate. I think I’m actually protecting him from the oh-so-famous Mr. Styles here.” Zayn chuckled darkly.
“The stylanator!” Niall laughed loudly, earning a few looks from the pupils.
“Nah, he’s too young, that’s true. Also, I have enough of the older and the more developed, if you know what I mean.” Harry smirked dirtily.
The bell rang and the short kid with the blue eyes and the embarrassed smile was wiped away from the boys’ mind.
Louis sighed in disbelief as he eyed the door to the classroom he was forced to stay in for another two hours. He had never got any detention, not once. He wasn’t the perfect student, usually he was distracted, sometimes he did talk in class, but he hadn’t ever started a fight.
Obviously, there was an awesome-swag-super-cool guy in his class too. The type of guy every girl wanted to date since he was loud, popular, he smirked a lot and made rude jokes, still, he looked pretty good. He was the alpha-male in class and he was picking on Stan. Louis was only close enough to Stan to actually stand up and tell that douche off. So, that’s just what he did.
Obviously, he got in trouble in a matter of minutes. The teacher had to step in class when he was saying “You’re just such a fucking jerk, man! Leave him alone!” And she wasn’t willing to listen.
So, Louis just pushed the door open and slumped into a chair, letting his messenger bag hit the ground with a soft thud. The teacher who was supervising raised an eyebrow.
“I haven’t see you here before. What’s your name?”
“Louis Tomlinson, sir.” The boy answered, shrugging just a bit.
“Okay.” The old man nodded, searching for his name on the list of “guilty” people. He signed it, proving that Louis had actually arrived there.
Louis pulled out a pretty messy-looking copy of To Kill a Mockingbird from his bag and settled down to read when the door slammed open and an oh-so-familiar mop of curly hair appeared.
Of course he was in detention, of course he was. He was followed by Zayn. They both smirked and waved to the teacher, who simply sighed and nodded.
“You two, again. Boys, what now?”
“Smoking.” Zayn shrugged easily as he occupied a seat in Louis’ row.
“Late from class, no equipment and a hickey.” Harry grinned. Louis’ eyes trailed down to the older boy’s white t-shirt which exposed a red-purple bruise. He felt his heart clench a bit at a thought. Someone had been so close to him, so intimate with him, so…so fucking lucky.
The curly-headed boy felt eyes on him. He glanced at the small kid who looked rather familiar. His eyes shot to the ground, embarrassment creeping up his neck. With that slight blush on the boy’s face and the glimpse on those pretty blue eyes…
“Oh, you’re the kid who ran straight into me in the hallway, right?”
“Uh, right. Sorry about that.” Louis mumbled an apology, still unable to glance at the boy. So, he was the kid – fucking kid – who almost knocked Harry Styles over.
“Nah, it’s fine. You couldn’t have done any harm, anyway. You’re quite petit.”
“Aw, you’re a shortie.” Zayn smirked, whilst glancing up from his phone.
“Why unfortunately?” Harry cocked an eyebrow. “You’re cute.”
“That’s the reason why.” Louis pouted.
“Being cute is the reason?” Harry chuckled.
“Kind of…” The small boy felt his blush burning his skin. Just why was he so awkward? And why was he talking about such a stupid thing with Harry Styles? And just…why?
“You’re still cute, though. Especially when you’re squirming.” The curly-haired boy grinned. Zayn barked a laugh.
Louis didn’t know what to say. He just didn’t know, he didn’t know anything. Were these guys making fun of him? Were they simply teasing him? He felt helpless.
“What’s your name, babe?” Harry smiled at him and he made the mistake of looking up, into those big green eyes. His jaw almost went slack.
“You’ll be at the freshmen’s party, right?”
“Guess so…It’s being organized for us, so…” Louis blushed.
“Good.” Harry smirked.
“Oh, come on, Lou. You’re not…just…stop it already!” Stan growled at his best friend who readjusted his hair for the billionth time that evening. “We’re gonna miss out on the whole party if you’re not coming and I’m going, so just stop that.”
“But…” Louis mumbled. “I have to…look good, okay?”
“Lou, your hair has been the same for the last hour, you didn’t fix anything about it, it looks perfectly fine, you’re a delicious little freshman with your tight black pants and your quirky suspenders and the v-neck, you’re the most stylish person in the world, I would go gay for you. You ready?” Stan rolled his eyes.
“Okay, okay…okay.” Louis sighed, looking back at the mirror just once. He felt ridiculous and ugly. Nice start for a party.
The house where the party was held was already on fire when Louis and Stan arrived. Most of the seniors were already drunk, kissing, dancing wildly, with the small ones.
“There’s your man, Tommo.” Stan pointed to the living room door halfheartedly. Harry was there alright, but he was obviously chatting up a girl with long legs and a mini skirt that looked more like a paper towel around the girl’s waist. Harry was gripping that sophomore’s pretty thigh with one hand, the other was pressed to the wall as he leaned in a flashed his gorgeous dimpled smile.
“I’m gonna get wasted and then I’m gonna sob in a room upstairs, alone.” Louis declared, trying to make it sound like a joke, but he didn’t actually convince Stan.
“Come on, Lou…you knew he’s like this.” The boy patted his back kindly. “We can still have fun, and you know, you may as well have a chance with him. We know too damn well that he’s bi.”
“Yeah, but he obviously likes firm thighs and long locks and big boobs…Call me if you get any of those for me. I’d appreciate them.”
“What you lack is confidence, Lou.” Stan grinned. “And booze will help you boost it.”
“You sound like a commercial…” The blue-eyed boy smiled, tearing his gaze from the curly-headed charmer.
“Hello there, lads.” A familiar voice called for them. Liam Payne.
“Hi, uh, Liam, right?” Stan smiled back, subtly elbowing Louis until he said his hi too.
“Yup. You guys just arrived, yeah?” The older boy smiled at them, quite kindly. “If you need anything…you know, ask.”
“Oh, the blue-eyed kid is here.” Niall grinned from behind Liam. “Hi there. Harry said your name is Louis.”
“Uh, yeah. I didn’t assume he would remember it.” Louis smiled back awkwardly. Niall had some weird glow…Some kind of laid-back kindness that was almost gentle. He said a few words to Stan as well before shouting over the room. “Hey, Hazza. Look who’s here!”
Louis felt his cheeks redden quickly as he glanced at the ground, feeling embarrassed already. He was truly taken aback when he saw the familiar white Chuck Taylors approaching him.
“Oh, pretty blue-eyed boy who doesn’t like to be called cute.” Harry smirked. He was clearly enjoying himself with what seemed to be an obvious schoolgirl-type of blush and batted eyelashes. This freshman was just so delicious, tight pants, round bum, pretty bronze skin, and he was so small, such a petite cutie. Harry gulped. He was too drunk to handle the inviting sweetness of that boy.
“I’m famous for my stupidity, then?” Louis managed to smile weakly, attempting to look just a little more normal. “At first I was the kid that knocked you over.”
“Right now you’re a delicious little kid, kid.” The older boy grinned and Louis felt his cheeks flare. He was sure that Stan had already disappeared.
Harry didn’t let him embarrass himself with some weird reply, he was a natural talker.
“You’re 15, right?”
“Nah…I’m 14.” Louis smiled innocently. “I’m the last person with a birthday in my class, I was born in December…”
“Oh…” Harry mumbled awkwardly for the first time, but he didn’t let it show for more than a second.
He was talking to him, a lot, quite a lot, and he was leaning close and Louis was getting lost in those eyes, not to mention that vodka-cranberry that made everything feel much warmer and safer and fuzzier. His head was pulling tricks on him, emphasising the way he licked his lips when he was talking.
“You keep looking at my mouth, little one.” Harry grinned, voice slurring just a bit.
“I can’t help it…” Louis mumbled, glancing back into the vicious green eyes. Worse idea.
“I’m sure you do.” Harry smirked, leaning in closer, way closer than necessary. Louis gulped, trying to avert his gaze from the curly-haired boy’s handsome features.
“You know what they say about eyes?” Harry smiled flirtatiously.
“If someone abruptly gets intimately close to you, there are two different reactions. If your pupils turn into pinpoints, you’re scared.” Harry whispered the words over the thumping music, letting his hot breath tickle Louis’ cheek. “But if they’re blown wide, just like yours right now…it means that you’re attracted to that person who just moved into your personal bubble.”
“Oh, really?” Louis wondered, half mischievously, half embarrassedly. “Who else fell for this trick of yours?”
“Who keeps count?” The curly-headed charmer smirked. “Mind as well fall for it yourself, it’d make one person.”
“Not sure if I should, though.” Louis smiled, feeling helpless. Somewhere, the sober part of his brain was yelling You’re gonna get hurt! It’ll burn and you know it!, but something else, something much more forceful was telling him to move in.
“Come on, no one has ever poisoned themselves with Styles.” The older boy grinned, getting closer, millimeter by millimeter, letting his lips graze over Louis’, just for a second, before he kissed him, grabbing him by his small waist and pushing him down.
“Fuck, why’s he making out with Louis?” Niall hissed through his teeth as he eyed the two entwined boys on the couch.
“Because he makes out with everyone, Ni?” Zayn shrugged. “Why are you so…weird about this kid?”
“Because he’s a kid, that’s why. Can’t you see it?” The Irish boy rolled his eyes in disbelief. “He has a massive crush on Harry. A fucking massive crush on him, Zaynie. And you know Haz. He won’t even notice him tomorrow. Look at how he’s clinging to him already.”
Zayn glanced at the couch halfheartedly, seeing the small boy’s hands entangle with the infamous curls. “That poor kid…” He muttered, mainly to himself.
Louis had promised his mum that he wasn’t going to sleep at that house. At around four in the morning he was back in his bed, mind still fuzzy and full of Harry, Harry, Harry. Somewhere, deep down, his brain was still screaming What have you done? You’ll get hurt! But he shut that voice down as he climbed into his bed, trying to remember every touch, every kiss, everything they had shared that night.
“You hooked up with him.” Stan shrugged. “I saw you.”
“I know…I couldn’t help it…” Louis mumbled, kind of ashamed of a red bruise on his neck.
“So, what now?” Stan asked warily.
“Um…I don’t know. I suppose…nothing. I…I don’t want nothing, though.”
“Louis, why him?” Stan rolled his eyes in disbelief. “Why him, out of all people?”
“I don’t know that either…but…” Louis trailed off as he spotted the infamous curls. “What if…I just say hi to him? Maybe…that’ll help.”
“Sure it will. He’ll tell you to kindly fuck off.”
“But…we had…and he didn’t…and…” Louis blushed at the memory.
“Just because he didn’t fuck you, it doesn’t mean that he wants something from you, Lou.”
“I still have to know.”
“Suit yourself. I’ll be waiting in class with my shoulder to cry on, mate.” Stan shrugged, heading to his classmates.
Louis swallowed hard. He didn’t know what to do, what to say…That voice in his brain turned loud now, accusing, hostile: See? You’re going to hurt! Get there and face it You got yourself into this!
He didn’t have any other idea. At least there weren’t too many people around him. Only his three best friends and Louis could handle them.
He gritted his teeth, feeling his heart skip a beat as he approached the four boys.
“Uh…morning.” He smiled weakly.
“Morning, Louis. How are you?” Liam smiled kindly. Harry didn’t look his way; he was engrossed in conversation with Zayn.
“Um, fine, thanks. I came to…ask…I mean…Harry…um…” His tongue didn’t want to work with him, he felt already ridiculous, turning into a mumbling mess and he hadn’t even faced the real problem yet.
“Mate, would you pay attention to him for a second?” Niall elbowed the green-eyed boy who finally turned around, gaze falling at the small, trembling boy.
“Um…” Louis felt the fierce blush creep up his neck to cover his cheeks as he gazed down at the ground.
“Okay…” Harry’s hand flew to his head. “Come here.”
Louis followed him, stepping away from the three boys. They finally stopped next to a window. Harry stared at him for a second as if trying to decide how much damage had been done.
“About last night…”
“Um…you don’t have to say it…” Louis shrugged easily, shoulders falling in defeat. He couldn’t tear his gaze from his shoes as he spoke. “I figured…I just wanted to…to make…sure.”
“Look, kid…I’m sorry, okay?” Harry scratched the back of his head as he uttered the words. Ditching someone hadn’t felt so hard in a long time. “It’s just that…you’re way too young, okay?”
“Okay.” Louis tried so hard, he really tried to keep it in himself until he was out of sight, but his voice betrayed him. The small word came out as a shaky breath, resembling whine.
“No…don’t cry…” Harry gulped. Niall had probably been right about him.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Louis.” Harry breathed the words. He didn’t mean to hurt anyone.
“Then you could’ve at least given me a better reason.” Louis muttered, facing away from him.
“But that’s the only reason I have.”
“Well, that’s just stupid then.” Louis felt anger built up in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to stop, but Harry’s confused face made him even angrier. “What? I wasn’t too young yesterday when you were trying to shove your tongue down my throat? Mind my language, mate, but you can’t just do that.”
“But…” Harry shrugged, feeling defensive and too proud to admit defeat. “You wanted it.”
“Yeah, people want many things, Harry. We all want to be pretty, muscular, we all want money and cars, right? We don’t just go and touch them to make ourselves feel a little better.” The younger boy hissed through his teeth. “Yes, I do wanted to kiss you, true. No, I didn’t want to end up like this the day after. You know why? Because this just hurts, that’s why. I thought…no, I didn’t even think about…I was just…desperate because…well, anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re just not playing fair.”
“Not playing fair? What does that supposed to mean?” Harry rolled his eyes.
“You say I’m too young, but you knew how old I was yesterday, right? I told you, fair and square, all honest. You still…You still did all that, just to tell me to fuck off today. That’s not how you play a game, Harry. That’s cheating…” Louis pointed out, his tone strong, but fading towards the end. “You could’ve at least made up a real excuse like I’m ugly, or it’s not you, it’s me or you don’t want a serious relationship, or…anything…anything would’ve been better, you know.” He turned away to hide the first tear that slid down his cheek and lingered on his chin for a while before getting soaked up by his jumper.
“I didn’t make up any good excuse, because…” Harry sighed, defeated by the kid. “…I didn’t have one, okay? I just…listen.” He grabbed Louis’ arm and pulled him closer, resting his head on top of the boy’s. “You’re so sweet, and cute, and innocent, and just so pretty…I’m…I’m gonna hurt you, if I start anything with you. The rumours are true, Louis. Well, most of them. And I do only date mostly older people. Definitely older people than you…”
“You know, for a while, yesterday, I shot my brain off and actually believed that I was the only exception.” Louis muttered, limbs feeling like dead weight, body rigid in Harry’s arms.
“Shit…” Harry sighed. “What if…what if you are? I…I mean…we could…but…Lou, people will judge the both of us too much, if we just get together. You’re a freshman, for god’s sake. I could…we could date, try it, yeah, but…secretly? Trust me, I know…a secretary was fired because of me…”
“But…you want it? Don’t pity me, Harry.”
“You told me yourself, I knew about your age and all that yesterday. Still wanted you. Want you now too.” Harry smiled, kissing the faint bruise on Louis’ neck. “Besides, I already marked my territory. I tend to be quite possessive.”
Louis turned in his arms, locking him into a tight hug. “You know, this is not the best way to be secretive about a relationship. We’re in the middle of school.”
“You’re still fucking cute.”
Louis’ mum had accepted so fast, so easily. She didn’t really have a choice, though. Harry Styles had been anchoring in her home for the past two months, almost every day. And she didn’t actually mind, not as long as his son was beaming with happiness and the cause was so obviously the curly-haired boy with the glimmering green eyes.
Louis was content, calmer than ever. Harry was faithful, charmingly faithful and caring. He had been gentle, patient, leading the younger boy into the mysteries of a relationship, showing him around, letting him take his time until the point where Louis felt secure around him, pressing his lips against his anytime, without a thought. With every shared moment, every discarded piece of clothing Louis became more and more engrossed in him, more secure, undressing from his fears and concerns.
Funnily, the relationship remained hidden, well enough. Niall knew they were dating, he was sure. And he actually managed to squeeze the hoarse ‘yes’ out of Harry. He was supportive, along with Zayn and Liam who couldn’t be kept in the dark.
Stan figured it out, even though he wasn’t sure. The content smile on Louis’ face, the small waves to the older boy in breaks, the lack of contact almost every afternoon…it added up to none other than a relationship. It was around the time where Louis was considering actually letting Harry take his virginity, when he blurted it out to Stan. He had to talk to someone who was not Niall, and definitely not Liam or Zayn. Other than the four boys and Louis’ family…only Harry’s mother knew about them. And she loved Louis to bits: You keep him grounded, sweetheart. He really cares about you. Did you know that he hasn’t ever introduced someone to his mum? And someone so sweet. Harry, you’re going to have serious problems if you break this boy’s heart!
Anne was sweet. And Louis liked to be at Harry’s house, or at his own house, or anywhere with him. He really wanted to just run to Harry in the break and kiss him, though. That was all he wanted.
It was only after the New Year fuss was over when he finally built up the courage to tell it to Harry. They were at Harry’s house, laying next to each other, entangled in warm sheets, when outside winter was bringing more cold. Louis let his fingertips graze his boyfriend’s skin, his chest, his arms as he nuzzled closer, letting out a sleepy sigh. He felt Harry’s arms lock around his waist as the older boy closed his eyes.
“You know…it’s been so long…”
“You hold a record, Lou. No one ever managed to keep me for this long.”
“Yeah, I’ve even got older and…”
“So, that’s where you’re coming from, babe.” Harry chuckled lazily, rolling them over.
“I’m just…I’m in your age-range now, right?” Louis blushed fiercely, gazing into the green eyes with hope tucked in his heart.
“Hey, Lou…” Harry mumbled between a few small pecks. “Would you like…to date the…biggest perv in school? Like publicly?”
‘I’d love to.” Louis smiled back at him, pulling him into a tight hug.
“You do realize that everyone will be aware of your sexual orientation?”
“I’m gonna be dating the hottest guy in school, I think I’ll be okay.” Louis grinned.
“Plus, if anyone hurts you, I’ll personally murder them. Or hire Niall. He’d do a great job.” Harry grinned. “Lou, I promise. We’re walking in hand in hand on Monday.”
Louis couldn’t help but giggle happily, crossing his legs around Harry’s weight. He’d been waiting for it for so long…
“It’s not…not because of the age thing, Lou.” Harry muttered, his tone serious. “It’s because we’ve been happy for a few months now. Why cover it, right? I’m not afraid to show the world the person I love.”
“Haz…” Louis mumbled, blushing. “I…love you too. Very much. Even if you still call me kid sometimes.”
“It still suits you.”
Warnings: Zayn does a very sexy lapdance, which may not be suitable for young readers. (But seriously, this is pretty tame.)
Summary: The five boys take a break from recording their first record to go camping. They play truth or dare and stuff. Harry and Louis find some stuff out. Some stuff happens with that. Super fluffy.
It had been a few months since X-Factor ended and they were currently in the process of recording their first album. Everything was moving very quickly for them and sometimes it just got too intense.
Louis came up with the idea to take a weekend to get away from everything. Liam suggested camping and everyone other than Zayn quickly agreed. It took some persuading, but he finally caved. As long as he didn’t have to kill his dinner, he said, he’d come along. So, they had scouted out a secluded area in the woods, away from everything and everyone else.