follow me// larry + ziam (and a side of niall)

12: Louis

"You're house is really nice." Louis stepped through the front door and into the front room of Harry's home. 

"Thanks. My mom's best friend designed it for us." Harry locked the door behind him and slipped off his shoes, and Louis did the same. 

"Harry, do you want--" A woman came out from another room. "Oh. Hello! Who's this?"

"Hi mum. This is Louis, he's here to work on our English project."

"Nice to meet you Louis! I'm Anne. Do you boys want something to eat? I was going to ask Harry if he wanted a sandwich."

"Yeah that sounds good mum. Is that okay Lou?" Harry turned to him. 

"Yeah." He gave a thankful smile to Anne. 

"Alright, I'll call you when they're ready." She walked towards the kitchen. 

"Okay, well my room is upstairs." Harry started to trek up the stairs with Louis on his tail. "Welcome to my humble abode." He flipped on the lights, and Louis was amazed by the boy's room. His bed was in the corner, and there was music quite literally everywhere. Cds, vinyls, tangled headphones, and faded band posters. 

"Wow." Louis turned in a circle before plopping on his bed and sliding his backpack on the floor. 

"You like?" Harry asked, sitting on his desk chair.

"A lot. You should do my room sometime." Louis giggled, but Harry lit up like a Christmas tree. 

"Yes! I love design that would be so fun." Harry spun in a circle. "I'm tired I don't really wanna work."

"Did you lure me into your house so you could murder me or something?" Louis joked, and Harry gave him a sour face.

"Yes, I let you come to my house, meet my mom, and see my room just to murder you." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Hey, it sounds believable." Louis lifted his hands in defense. 

"Shut up dork." Harry snapped (A/N: I didnt say spat yay!) with sarcasm in his tone. 

"So now what?" Louis sighed.

"We wait." Harry replied, staring at the wall.

"For what?"

"Sandwiches." 

"Oh." They sat in silence for a few moments before Louis started whining. "Harry I'm bored," He started, "I'd even rather be making out with you than sitting here waiting on your mom." Harry whipped his spinny chair around towards Lou. 

"Don't say shit like that." Harry grumbled under his breath. 

"Why?" Louis teased with innocent eyes, wanting to push Harry to his limit.

"Because it makes me want to shove you on my bed and fuck you." Harry ran his hands through his hair.

"Well shit." Louis laughed, not realizing he had so much sex appeal. Harry's words made his heart thud in his chest, and slightly cringe, but mostly feel turned on. They studied each other's eyes for a few moments. "Are you going to come kiss me or...?" Louis folded his arms and Harry looked up before springing out of his chair. 

"Fucking hell Lou." Harry quickly climbed on Louis and pressed their lips together. Louis groaned at the contact, and Harry moved his body up so he was directly straddling Louis' crotch.

"I want..." Louis breathily stumbled while Harry kissed down the exposed skin on his neck.

"Tell me what you want Lou." (A/N: Cue that one Weezer song) Harry replied, reattaching his lips to Louis's jaw. He carefully snaked his hands underneath Harry's shirt, running them over the solid abs and thumbing across his v-line. Louis softly tugged on the shirt, wanting Harry to take it off completely, so he did.