Louis x Harry One Shots (Larry Stylinson)

Unrequited Love - Friday

Friday. I remember when Friday was our movie night.

No matter what. No matter where we were. No matter what we were doing. No matter how tired we were or if we had to get up at some fucked up early time. Every Friday since we moved in together we watched a film before bed. However romantic, funny, terrifying, soppy or lame the film was, we would watch all of it start to finish. Always snuggled up on the sofa, bed, armchair or whatever.

Do you remember those nights?

Those nights before she showed up and destroyed our routine. How could you let that happen? You promised to never leave me. Do you remember about 2 years ago when for a few weeks I refused to snuggle with you. That was when I first discovered my feelings for you. I panicked and tried to keep my distance, hoping that by pushing you away I would push away the feelings I have for you.

"Harreh! Come cuddle me on the sofa and stop being a loner all the way over there!" You whined at me in a teasing way. But no, I couldn't. I couldn't give in. I couldn't let you in anymore than I had. I couldn't fall for you when you will never fall for me.

"But.. it reclines, Lou." I told you. Still trying, scramming for some kind of excuse to stay away. "I want to lay down without you getting me all sweaty." You protested continuously, probably seeing straight through my lie. But what could I do. Nothing.

That was the first week. The second week you didn't argue, instead you said I should have the sofa as I'm taller and should have more space to spread out. I was grateful for you being so accepting, but it stung. You didn't question me, didn't protest. Just accepted the distance and I wanted that. But it still hurt how you could throw me away like that. Let me push you away without questions. I thought you had gave up, but then I saw it. All the way through the film I couldn't stop watching you, trying to be strong and relaxed, carefree. But I saw through your façade, I saw the tears and arms you had wrapped around yourself. I wanted to hold you and tell you how wrong I was to leave you out. But no. It was for the best. Or was it? I hurt you. I should never hurt you. No matter what.

The third week you told me to "Stop being such a brat, Curly. I don't give a shit if you've suddenly become allergic to cooties. We're snuggling, I need my squishy pillow. Whether you like it or not" I laughed at you and just let you curl in close. You were so clingy for the next few weeks after that. Afraid I would push you away again. But I wouldn't. Never again. I saw how much it hurt you to be rejected and I tried, honestly I tried to let you down as gently as possible. I tried so hard to not hurt you that I just gave up in the end and we returned to routine.

That was 2 years ago. Before the rumours, before she demolished our routine. It's been a year and a half with her around. It's been 3 months since our last movie night.

I don't know what it was, maybe the realisation that 3 MONTHS fucking hell! But last night I got drunk and called Niall round. I don't know why but I wanted to hurt you, punish you for abandoning me, make you feel just an ounce of the betrayal I'm feeling. I planned on seducing him. Fucking him deep into the mattress. Screwing him at the same level you're screwing me. Making him moan and scream my name so loud that the neighbours could hear and complained. Marking him all over with massive dark hickeys that would last for weeks and be so sensitive that just a simple breeze of cold would remind him of their location.

I knew he would let me, he wants me. He's been lusting after a fuck from me for weeks. You should see his internet history, nothing but Narry smut fics and porn lookalikes. That's all he wants, one great, long, memorable, deep meaningless fuck. Not from you, not from Liam or Zayn. But from me and then back to being friends, not forgetting but not thinking about it as anything more than what it is. Fuck! It's so amazing, hot and uplifting to be wanted, even if it's not from you it's still a close second.

We talked about it in great detail when he came round, that's how I know. I nearly said all the right things and went through with it, practically offered myself to him. When we were making out I told him every little detail of what I wanted. Him on his knees sucking me hard and hollowing out his cheeks, deep throating while I gripped and pulled at his hair so hard that it hurt. Him panting and begging for me while I have my tongue licking deep into his virgin hole, muscles clenching around me while I pulled all the way out and then push back in deeper than the last, playfully licking and blowing making him shiver and desperately hard. Me pounding into him so hard that the bed rocked and his screams and moans could be heard by the neighbours a street away.

But the thing is, I nearly said all the right things. I screwed up, Louis. During my full blown description I let slip that "maybe having an one-nightstand might make me think twice about being in Love with Louis." I laughed out of spite and how stupid that had sounded, but then he froze and stopped. He pulled away and he wasn't annoyed, he just looked like a light bulb had gone off in his head, like he finally understood something.

And then I broke down.

I told him everything I had worried and thought about since the first moment I discovered I Love you. I told him about the first letter and how I fell like I'm losing you. Niall, bless him. He listened to everything and didn't comment until after I was finished. Of course he did find it rather difficult to speak when he had my dick in his mouth, except for small hums and moans. Because we both still needed some release and he wanted to try to deep throat me. "You're so big, Harry. I still want to try to go all the way down on you. Can I, please?" After I wanted to return the favour, especially as he let me come all over his pretty little face, but he refused so I just gave him a hand job while we make out and I licked the come off his face.

I think we just gradually fell asleep. I can't really remember how the night ended. But before he promised that we would "talk more tomorrow".

He understands, Lou. I don't know how but somehow he understands.

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first attempt at writing small smut.. thoughts?

also AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/series/53659