Forbidden Love [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 5

Hi everyone! I hope you've enjoyed my little story so far! This chapter is quite eventful and it's quite long as well, so you might wanna grab some popcorn 🍿 Happy reading!

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When Liam, Niall, and I find Zayn, he says that Harry had never come back after he went to the bar. I immediately start to panic. Is he okay? Is he hurt? Did he leave? Suddenly, someone bumps into me and I am brought back to reality.

"Come on, Louis, let's dance!" Zayn excitedly shouts and starts dancing again. I shake away my worrying thoughts and begin to dance with Zayn. After a couple of songs I forget about everything. I am with my best friends, and we are having an amazing time. I look around to see everyone else dancing to the next song, and I have to do a double-take at the wall closest to me and the boys.

I see Harry, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking at us. He looks focused, but also happy. I come to the conclusion that he is enjoying watching his friends have a good time. All of us are drunk except for Zayn and Harry. Liam only had a shot or two, but he is acting tipsy. Regardless, we are all dancing and having a great time.

I take my focus off Harry for a song or two, then I look back at the wall to see if he is still there. When I look over to the wall, Harry is still in his same position, only this time he is looking at me.

My world starts closing in, and I see Harry smirk and get up off the wall. He is still looking into my eyes and smirking, and I smile back at him. He nods his head and looks at the boys, then back at me, and lets out a small laugh. What he means is: 'look at them dancing', and something along the lines of, 'they look funny', and 'might as well join them'. Harry is slowly walking through the crowd now, and he is halfway to us. The boys don't see him, and they wonder why I stopped dancing. They get me to jump and I start dancing again, taking my eyes off of the curly-haired boy walking towards us.

"HARRY!" All the boys yell, excited to see him joining them. The boys move Harry into the center of their little circle, and they are all dancing around him. I feel an arm dragging me, and it is Zayn pulling me towards his side to make the circle bigger. All the boys are having the time of their lives, but Harry and I are trying to not stare at each other.

I look at the end of the crowd to look for security, but I don't see them. I gradually move closer into the circle. Nobody seems to notice, so I move closer until I am almost completely inside the circle. The boys are absentmindedly closing in on us, making the circle smaller, but they don't notice because they are focusing on the music and dancing.

Now, there is no way that Harry and I can both be in the circle without touching each other. I turn to face my boyfriend, and continue dancing. Apparently, my hand brushed against his crotch because he yells over the music,

"Did you do that on purpose?" Harry asks.

"Do what on purpose?" I yell back over the music. Harry looks around before leaning in to tell me, "You brushed your hand against my dick." He backs up a step and I smirk at him and turn around. All of us continue to dance, and I feel Harry slowly getting closer to me until he is practically grinding on me; then, he slips his hands  onto my hips and moves both of our bodies in sync with the music.

Worried about drawing too much attention to us, I lean in and, quietly enough so the boys can't hear but loud enough so Harry can hear, ask him, "do you want me to give you a blowjob?" I back up to wait for his response. Instead, I see him laughing his head off. I can feel my face getting hot, and I start to wonder what I did wrong.

My embarrassment and confusion must translate into a look that Harry can read, because soon after he leans in and says, "I'm laughing because I wasn't expecting you to say that, honey. But to answer your question, no, because you're drunk and I wouldn't do that to you."