Sharing Louis Tomlinson (Larry AU) COMPLETED

I Think We're Good, Actually.

"Hello, angel, or should I say boyfriend," Nathan's voice says deeply down the phone, succeeding in making me flush. "How are you this morning?"

I walk out of my room in my boxers, planning to get something to eat, phone pressed to my ear, hair up because it is annoying me. I smile, fondly.

"I'm really good," I reply. "How are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about last night," He says, making me smirk. "It's making me hard at work, and it's annoying when I'm in a suit."

I laugh.

"Sorry," I get into the kitchen, scouting for what I could make. "I'm glad you enjoyed me."

"I didn't just enjoy you," He laughs, sounding offended. "I loved you. Didn't you notice?"

I blush, palming at my face even if no one can see me because he's just so lovely.

"I noticed," I grin. "I loved it."

"I love you." He responds, making my heart flutter.

My hands freeze on the fridge.

"You're too kind to me," I blush. "I guess I love you too, you soppy bastard."

He laughs loudly.

"I'm rather proud of that, actually." He sounds like he's smiling.

"Well, I'd rather my boyfriend be soppy than cold," I smirk. "Thank you for that."

"What are you up to anyway?" He asks, sounding like he's eating.

"Making food," I say. "What are you eating?"

"Sandwich." He manages.

"I might make an omelette," I say, grabbing two eggs and the cheese. "I'm pretty lazy today."

"Is that because you're tired from last night?" He sounds pleased.

I am tired from the sex. Truth be told, he was going at it for ages from how passionately and slowly he was taking me.

"Yeah," I reply, grinning because he sounds so happy. "I would do it again, though."

"I can arrange that, angel."

I lean back against the cabinet, smirking because it's so odd for someone to be like this with me. Apart from Louis.

Talking of Louis, I almost drop the phone when he walks in my kitchen, in just his boxers, looking like a fucking model.

My eyes greedily take in his body, every inch of skin I haven't seen in months. Why is he even here? Dressed like that?

My breath gets stuck in my throat. He's so much better looking than Nathan and it hurts to even think that.

"Harry?" Nathan calls into my ear.

"Sorry, what?" I reply, unable to take my eyes off of Louis, which is annoying me because I'm getting hard.

Louis completely ignores me and takes a bottle of water from the fridge.