"Show me a little love because all I've ever known is hate."

~~~

Louis was so very content right now.

His legs were tangled with Harry's, fingers intertwined as well, even though Harry
was still asleep.

Louis let out a little yawn, turning to bury his face in Harry's warm neck. Someone's phone was buzzing on the floor but Louis was too sore to reach over and grab it.

For once in his life, Louis blushed at the memory of the sex he had the previous night. Louis was never one to be shy in that department, but he was so happy last night, so in love with this fucked up, yet absolutely amazing, lad.

He was also worried.

Would Harry be able to handle this? Would he even want a relationship?

Louis was so deep in his worries that he didn't notice the way Harry's breathing changed and the grip around his waist tightened.

Therefore, when Harry mumbled a, "Morning", Louis flinched.

"What is it?" Harry asked softly, tracing patterns into Louis's cheekbones, smiling sleepily down at him.

"I don't know... I see you slept well."

"I usually sleep well when I'm with you," Harry said with no shame and pure honesty. "What's on your mind, doll?"

"You. You're always on my mind, though," Louis said quietly.

Harry chuckled throatily, kissing at Louis's forehead. "What about me?"

"Lots of stuff, I suppose. Last night..."

"Do you regret it?" Harry asked, smile faltering. "Please tell me you meant what you said."

"I did," Louis said quickly. "Yes, Harry, I love you."

Harry smiled again, breathing out a sigh. "Alright. Tell me what's bothering you, then."

"It's just that... Harry, if we want to be serious... If you want to be in a relationship with me, I'll need you to come to me if you need me, even if I am the problem. I don't want you to hurt yourself," Louis said, his voice dripping with sadness.

"You want to be together?" Harry asks in shock, shifting  Louis to straddle his lap.

"'Course I do," Louis said softly, fingertips tracing Harry's tattooed chest. "Love you."

"I love you," Harry said with a smile, reaching out to cup Louis's cheeks, smiling up at him fondly. "Louis William Tomlinson, will you be my boyfriend?"

Louis laughed a little, almost purring at Harry's soft touch. "I'd love to be... But, Harry, I need you to do what I said."

"Think I'm Daddy," Harry teased, hands running down Louis's back.

"I'm serious," Louis said, but he was smiling. "Come to me if you want to hurt yourself... Use me if you need to."

"I'd never use you," Harry whispered, hands moving to entangle his fingers with Louis's.

The older lad leaned down, kissing Harry softly on the lips, moving them steadily together. The phone started buzzing again.

"Bloody hell, who is that?" Harry grumbled, sitting up and holding Louis steady as he leaned down and grabbed the phone.

"It's Ed," Harry hummed, answering his phone. "Hello?"

Louis heard Ed talking and watched as Harry laughed a little, eyes crinkled. Harry really was a sight to look at.

"I'll let him know... Alright... You, too, Ed. Bye."

Harry hung up, shaking his head. "Ed and Niall fucked last night. Isn't that great!?" Harry started laughing and Louis giggled a little.

"That was unexpected," Harry said, squeezing Louis's hands. "I thought Ed was only joking."

"Apparently not," Louis said with a laugh, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend.

~~~

"Hey, you're awake!" Zayn said as Harry and Louis appeared in the living room, both dressed in their clothes from the previous night.

"Yeah, sorry to overcome our stay," Harry said with a soft laugh, making Zayn smile as well.

The raven-haired lad flicked his cigarette ashes into a tray before returning it to his lips.

"What are you doing out here alone?" Louis asked, scratching his wrist. "Shouldn't you be, like, hungover and in bed with someone naked?"

"That's judge-mental," Zayn said, but he was smiling. "I'm not one to get hungover. Besides, it's nearly twelve. He went home."

"You did sleep with someone," Harry said with a laugh. "Who?"

Zayn shrugged, wiggling his eyebrows. "A dancer."

Louis gasped, untangling himself from Harry's grip, jumping over to Zayn. "Oh my gawd! You slept with Liam!"

Zayn shrugged again, a steady smirk on his face.

"Everyone hooked up last night," Harry mumbled, walking towards Louis, pulling the boy to his chest once again.

"It was a party," Louis pointed out.

"So you two fucked in my guest bed?" Zayn grumbled.

"To my defense, we didn't claim it as fucking," Harry said before burying his face in Louis's neck.

"Holy shit!" Zayn said, bursting into laughter. "No! Are you serious!?"

Louis blushed. "Please don't tell me you're like Ed and planning my murder."

"Definitely not. Harry and I weren't ever like that. It was purely what it was supposed to be- fucking to fuck," Zayn explained, shrugging.

Louis was uncomfortable talking about someone else having sex with Harry and Harry could tell, so he went back to the previous subject.

"Well, yeah, this isn't just a thing," Harry said, kissing Louis neck gently. "I love my Louis."

~~~

"I can't believe everyone want to a party and fucked," Perrie pouted, crossing her arms. "And I had to stay at my apartment because I wasn't invited."

"Technically, Zayn didn't invite me," Louis said with a shrug. "Harry did."

"You didn't tell me that!" Perrie said, smacking Louis's arm.

"I totally did! It was like five seconds ago, Per, how could you forget!?" Louis said with a smirk.

"Smart ass bitch."

"So you're saying I'm a smart bitch with a nice ass... I'll take that compliment," Louis said, falling back onto Perrie's bed. "What did you even do?"

"Hung out with Micahel," Perrie replied. "Still would've preferred a party."

"Michael is a dick."

Perrie shrugged her tiny shoulders. "He's actually pretty cool to be around. He's nice enough and he's cute." 

"And totally into boys."

"No!"

"Calum is so his boyfriend!" Louis scoffed.

"No way, Michael was flirting with me," Perrie said, crossing her arms.

"Perrie! I'm gay as hell. I have, like, a gaydar! And I'm telling you that Michael is gay."

"He was making homophobic comments to your face."

"Crude comments. They weren't homophobic considering he was complimenting me," Louis pointed out.

"Don't you have dick to suck?"

"Probably."

"Choke on it and die."

"Maybe," Louis replied with a smirk.

~~~

Dedicated to MadisonPella-Sabouri because My House is her very first Larry book and now she's hooked and it's such an honor to pull her into it. (:

Okay so I feel like shit with all the sleep I need to make up for but thanks to Larry_smilinson I got about four hours last night (that's good for me I'm literally saying thank you) 

I'm about to post this at 2:40 in the morning. I need to pee. Ugh.

Okay so larry is a couple celebrate

There's only ten more chapters planned but I have one more conflict to bring in and I think it'll take more than ten chapters

No promises but this book might end up being 50 chapters holy shit

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