Boy_friends /larry stylinson AU/

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Louis

"Fuck, Harry..." I moan, pressing my lips on his back.

"Guys!? Where are- Oh shit!" Niall yells, covering his eyes. "I'm blind." He immediate closes the door.

"What the fuck Niall!" I yell at him but continue. I'm not going to stop, not when I'm so close.

Harry's out of his breath, not able to say a word. Quiet moans escape from his mouth, soon cumming on the sheets.

"H-Harry..." I moan, releasing on his back. "Fuck." I whisper, trying to catch some air, just like him.

"Are you guys done?" Niall yells from behind the closed door.

"Fuck off!"

"I just wanted to help you with decorating! I won't come here again, I'm traumatised." His footsteps are getting further, which means he's leaving.

"This little jerk!" I yell, collapsing on the bed next to Harry.

"Do you... Do you think he'll tell boys?" Harry mumbles.

"Don't worry, they won't care. It's not a big deal. But we should pray for Niall, the poor boy has seen things he thought he'll never see." I laugh.

"Hey!" Harry slams my chest. "It's not funny, I don't want them to know. Mostly, Niall, he can't keep his mouth shut."

"Don't think about it for a while," I mumble into his neck, kissing it lightly. "It won't change anything, they probably knew that we fucked."

"Don't say it like that."

"Sorry." I hug him. "Want to take a shower?"

"A shower. Nothing more?"

"Well... Maybe later? I'm tired."

"Okay." He laughs. "We should call Niall to help us with the decorating later."

"What?"

"I want to apologise."

"Why? It's his problem, he didn't call us, he didn't knock."

"We didn't lock the main door."

"Well, yeah, but it's not out fault."

"I'll call him anyway. Now come on." He stands up, helping me.

Fucking Niall, had to ruin it. At least he let us finish.

A.N.
Happy birthday Hazza 🥺
*last chapter >