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Title: At The End Of The Day
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Rating: PG 13
Word count: 876
Summary: Because yeah, he might be a slut, but at the end of the day, he’s Harry’s slut and that’s really all that matters.
Warnings: Nope.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
AN: have fun :)
Louis watches as the younger blonde munches on his breakfast. The others have long left and he really is only still here because he has already gotten dressed earlier. Niall is on his ninth toast with Nutella and suddenly Louis notices the chocolaty substance that sticks to the Irish lads lips. He takes another gulp from his mug and watches the ice blue eyes in front of him. Niall takes another bite and stains his lips even more with the chocolate. Somebody should really help the smaller blonde to get the chocolate off his face. And being the amazing friend he is, Louis places the mug down on the table again and walks around the table towards Niall. He slightly forces the hand with the toast away and slams his lips down onto the other boys. He enjoys kissing Niall. The blonde always tastes somewhat chocolaty and his lips are really soft. Niall kisses him back, slowly and quite lazy and it’s basically a typical wake up kiss. When Louis pulls back after some time he sends a cheeky grin towards his younger band mate before he marches out the room, leaving the other one to finish his toast.
He finds himself next to Liam in one of the few breaks they get over the day. The brown haired guy is running through his lines for what seems to be the hundredth tome that day and Louis can’t help but laugh slightly. Liam’s always the mature one, always the one that makes sure they are on time and get home again safely. “Has anybody ever told you, you need to relax more?” He asks as he flops down beneath the other boy. “I am relaxed. But I need to get those lines into my head.” Liam answers him and Louis just leans over and kisses him. He likes kissing Liam. It’s kind of like giving somebody their first kiss over and over again. The other boy barely moves his lips, really it’s like he’s a virgin. And then he twists his tongue in that one way that makes Liam blush ever time and seconds later sees the red colour creep up on the other boy’s face. He can still feel Liam’s gaze on his back when he leaves the room before he hears him go back to learning his lines again.
He runs into Zayn that evening when he comes back from that radio station where he had to do another boring interview. Zayn’s just dumped a plastic bag in the container and smiles at his band mate. Louis doesn’t waste time to send back a smile and just slams his lips onto Zayn’s. Kissing Zayn is different than kissing Liam or Niall. With Zayn it’s rougher, Louis can feel the other lads stubble against his skin and there is always some kind of teeth and biting involved. And Zayn always tastes more like adventure, the taste of smoke still prominent in his mouth and the sharp smell of his aftershave in Louis’ nose. The kiss is hectic, neither pays much attention to technique or finesse, basically it’s just a mess of lips and teeth and tongues, but it’s just fun and so a smirk plays on Louis’ face when he pulls back.
Coat and shoes fly across the room as soon as Louis enters the house. He strips his shirt off on the way upstairs and his jeans drop to the floor when he steps through the door of Harry’s room. He snuggles beneath the covers and breathes in and the smell is so… home. The bed smells of Harry, soft like sunlight on a summer morning. “Hey love.” Harry smiles as he enters the room. He kisses Louis on the cheek and the older boy has to smile when he notices Harry’s only dressed in a towel and his hair is still dripping wet. “C’mere. I want to cuddle.” Louis whines when Harry turns around. “Give me a sec to get dressed.” “I don’t care about the clothes. I’ll get naked too, if you want me to.” Louis smirks at the younger guy. Harry laughs and rolls his eyes, but gets into the bed next to Louis either way. “You are such a slut.” A second later Harry’s arms are around Louis’ waist and a content sigh escapes the older lad’s lips. “But I am your slut.” He mumbles and buries his head in the crook of the curly haired guy’s neck. “Yes, you are mine.” Harry smiles and leans down to meet Louis’ lips with his own. It’s nothing like kissing Liam, or Niall or Zayn. It’s Harry. And it’s slow and comfortable. The younger boy’s lips are soft and it feels like home and Louis feels his heart swell up in this strange way it does every time Harry kisses him. He can’t even explain what it is that is so special about their kisses, but it just always leaves him wanting more. And he feels like every time they kiss, he falls more and more in love with Harry and somehow that doesn’t sound so bad to him, because yeah, he might be a slut, but at the end of the day, he’s Harry’s slut and that’s really all that matters.
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Rating: PG 13
Word count: 876
Summary: Because yeah, he might be a slut, but at the end of the day, he’s Harry’s slut and that’s really all that matters.
Warnings: Nope.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
AN: have fun :)
Louis watches as the younger blonde munches on his breakfast. The others have long left and he really is only still here because he has already gotten dressed earlier. Niall is on his ninth toast with Nutella and suddenly Louis notices the chocolaty substance that sticks to the Irish lads lips. He takes another gulp from his mug and watches the ice blue eyes in front of him. Niall takes another bite and stains his lips even more with the chocolate. Somebody should really help the smaller blonde to get the chocolate off his face. And being the amazing friend he is, Louis places the mug down on the table again and walks around the table towards Niall. He slightly forces the hand with the toast away and slams his lips down onto the other boys. He enjoys kissing Niall. The blonde always tastes somewhat chocolaty and his lips are really soft. Niall kisses him back, slowly and quite lazy and it’s basically a typical wake up kiss. When Louis pulls back after some time he sends a cheeky grin towards his younger band mate before he marches out the room, leaving the other one to finish his toast.
He finds himself next to Liam in one of the few breaks they get over the day. The brown haired guy is running through his lines for what seems to be the hundredth tome that day and Louis can’t help but laugh slightly. Liam’s always the mature one, always the one that makes sure they are on time and get home again safely. “Has anybody ever told you, you need to relax more?” He asks as he flops down beneath the other boy. “I am relaxed. But I need to get those lines into my head.” Liam answers him and Louis just leans over and kisses him. He likes kissing Liam. It’s kind of like giving somebody their first kiss over and over again. The other boy barely moves his lips, really it’s like he’s a virgin. And then he twists his tongue in that one way that makes Liam blush ever time and seconds later sees the red colour creep up on the other boy’s face. He can still feel Liam’s gaze on his back when he leaves the room before he hears him go back to learning his lines again.
He runs into Zayn that evening when he comes back from that radio station where he had to do another boring interview. Zayn’s just dumped a plastic bag in the container and smiles at his band mate. Louis doesn’t waste time to send back a smile and just slams his lips onto Zayn’s. Kissing Zayn is different than kissing Liam or Niall. With Zayn it’s rougher, Louis can feel the other lads stubble against his skin and there is always some kind of teeth and biting involved. And Zayn always tastes more like adventure, the taste of smoke still prominent in his mouth and the sharp smell of his aftershave in Louis’ nose. The kiss is hectic, neither pays much attention to technique or finesse, basically it’s just a mess of lips and teeth and tongues, but it’s just fun and so a smirk plays on Louis’ face when he pulls back.
Coat and shoes fly across the room as soon as Louis enters the house. He strips his shirt off on the way upstairs and his jeans drop to the floor when he steps through the door of Harry’s room. He snuggles beneath the covers and breathes in and the smell is so… home. The bed smells of Harry, soft like sunlight on a summer morning. “Hey love.” Harry smiles as he enters the room. He kisses Louis on the cheek and the older boy has to smile when he notices Harry’s only dressed in a towel and his hair is still dripping wet. “C’mere. I want to cuddle.” Louis whines when Harry turns around. “Give me a sec to get dressed.” “I don’t care about the clothes. I’ll get naked too, if you want me to.” Louis smirks at the younger guy. Harry laughs and rolls his eyes, but gets into the bed next to Louis either way. “You are such a slut.” A second later Harry’s arms are around Louis’ waist and a content sigh escapes the older lad’s lips. “But I am your slut.” He mumbles and buries his head in the crook of the curly haired guy’s neck. “Yes, you are mine.” Harry smiles and leans down to meet Louis’ lips with his own. It’s nothing like kissing Liam, or Niall or Zayn. It’s Harry. And it’s slow and comfortable. The younger boy’s lips are soft and it feels like home and Louis feels his heart swell up in this strange way it does every time Harry kisses him. He can’t even explain what it is that is so special about their kisses, but it just always leaves him wanting more. And he feels like every time they kiss, he falls more and more in love with Harry and somehow that doesn’t sound so bad to him, because yeah, he might be a slut, but at the end of the day, he’s Harry’s slut and that’s really all that matters.