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Behind Closed Doors {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 4


The first time waking up was much more enjoyable than this time. I jump out of my sleep due to Niall singing about food. Literally singing. About food. Well it's more of a chant really. I think he's saying Cracker Barrel. I look down at Harry who is still fast asleep, his face looking so relaxed. I softly kiss his forehead before carefully climbing over him, pulling my boxers up all the way before I do.

"Niall, can you shut it?"

I swat the back of his head an he finally stops yelling.

"Jesus, someone's grumpy. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the tiny bunk you're sharing."

"Shut up. I actually feel wonderful! I just don't want you to wake Harry up. We were up early this morning."

"I don't want to know. Do you want to eat as much as I do?"

"No one ever does. Cracker Barrel by any chance? Is that what you were saying?"


"I told you to knock it off."

Liam walks out of the restroom with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

"Niall! Paul said we'd go. Just shut up about it already!"

His voice is a bit muffled due to the toothbrush and all but Niall gets the point and sits down on the couch.

Zayn and Harry are always the last to get out of bed but today, it doesn't really matter. We're finishing the tour and heading home and I couldn't be happier. I can't wait to be in my own bed, or Harry's bed, which I end up sleeping in more. Just an actual bed will be nice. I'll get to see my family and Harry's family. I don't have another scheduled date with Eleanor for about a week so it'll be nice to just spend some time relaxing and sleeping. Lots of sleeping. I sit down next to Niall and stare out the window, thinking about the first time Harry and I tried to be intimate.


"Harry, we don't have to try this tonight. We have no reason to rush."

"Lou, stop. I want to do this. I want to really be with you in that way."

"Okay! You're not afraid it'll hurt?"

"Yeah, I know it's gonna hurt! We might as well get the painful part over with."

"You're right. I know."

I'm really nervous about having sex with Harry. We've been together for six months so I know we're not rushing into it; it's just a big deal. We've both had sex with girls before, but that was different. This means something. So far, we've only messed around; foreplay and stuff. We're both ready, but it's just like losing my virginity all over again, only this time I will never regret it. We are laying on my bed in my London flat, already stripped down to our briefs. It feels so good to hold him close under my warm sheets. It's about eleven in the evening and the lights shining through the windows over-looking the city are splendid. As I look out the window, I feel Harry nipping at my shoulder with his teeth, his lips brushing over my skin each time does. I turn my head to face him again and instantly the desire in his eyes. I can't resist that look; it's impossible. Just the fact alone that Harry wants to be with me, not with anyone else, only me, turns me on in itself. He throws one leg over my hip and straddles me, pulling the sheets back over us as he leans over to kiss me. I feel how hard he is against my low abdomen, right along my sex lines, and crave his touch even more. I wrap my arms around him to pull his chest closer to mine. I hear his breath hitch as our bodies collide together as I roll him over onto his back, pressing my body down on his so he can't move. I place kisses along his jaw line, toward his ear, which I nibble on before reaching his neck. I run my tongue along his neck, finding the spot that makes him quiver the most. Once I find it, I begin to suck, pulling his skin into my mouth, rolling my tongue across it as I do. He moans and I don't stop him. It's so nice to be in a private place, where no one can interrupt us.

"Lou, please. I really want to do this now. You go first, I'm ready."

I'm really scared of hurting him but he was right, it's going to happen some time. I nod to him and roll to his his side, reaching over to my bed side table for the lubricant. I hand it to Harry start to tug on his boxers. I pull them down and off of his legs, tossing them aside carelessly before pulling mine off as well. I want to help him to relax even more, so I reach down and feel around for his member, keeping eye contact the entire time. He's laying there, breathing steadily, and honestly looking impatient. Am I wrong for wanting to make this pleasurable for the both of us? He pulls me up so that we are at the same level and he pours some of the lube into the palm of his hand, staring into my eyes deeply as he reaches down, lathering my cock with the slimy liquid. When he's done, he meets his lips with mine, which are already parted from my inconsistent breath due to his touch. He kisses me lustfully, but romantically, before he turns so that he is no longer facing me. He lays on his side, wiping his lubricated hand on the sheets and holds onto a nearby pillow. I don't want him to feel like he needs to brace himself. He's not relaxed enough.

"Shhh. Harry, just calm down. We're going to do this at a comfortable pace."

"Louis, I'm ready!"

I ignore him and wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him close to me, as I run my lips along his back, up to his neck. I take in his scent, trying to remember every second of this night. He smells sweet and musky at the same time, the perfect mixture before feminine and masculine. I feel his chest rise and fall, his breath picking up some speed from my tender touch. I push his hair away from his neck and lift my head toward his ear to whisper to him.

"I love you so much, Harry. There's no one else in the world I'd rather be with right now. Only you."

"I love you, Lou. So much. I've never been happier."

I ran my hands down his side, starting under his arm and ending on his hip. I glide my palm down his arse, feeling him flinch a little.

"Don't worry, if it's too much, I'll stop. Promise."

He nods his head, awaiting my entrance but instead, I continue to feel him. I finally tap lightly on the thigh that is on top and he moves it forward so that he is easier to access and is in a comfortable position. I hold my throbbing length in one hand, hugging him with my other as I guide myself toward his entrance. I squeeze him a little tighter as I brush my tip against him, making him shudder in delight. I continue to playfully roll my tip around in circles at his rectum and I can feel him finally relaxing more. Each time I finish a circle, I push myself against him a little more until my tip is actually inside him. He hasn't made any remarks of pain so I slowly move in deeper, gaining a deep intake of breath every couple seconds but nothing I can be worried about. I'm now about half way in and he hasn't cried out in pain. It feels incredible to be so close to him, to move with him in this way. I feel tears building in my eyes and wonder if I ever expected to be this happy. I had never known it was possible. Anything past the half way mark is making Harry cringe so I continue to move out and back into that depth, only going slightly past each time. He feels tighter with each light thrust and I feel myself getting close.

"Ahhhh, Lou. It... It hurts."

"Do you want me stop? I will. Is it too much?"


I can tell that we have gone far enough for one night; I can never live with myself if I really hurt him no matter how much pleasure it's giving me. I pull out slowly and turn him to face me. Tears have been streaming down his face and I instantly begin to cry.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. You did so good for me, baby. I don't want to hurt you like that."

"Louis, that was the best thing I've ever felt. It hurt, but in a good way. Next time, I'll be able to withstand it, I promise."

He is holding my face in both of his hands, no longer crying, only smiling.

"How about next time you try giving it to me."

"Well, you know I can't turn down your sexy ass."

"Come on, let's go take a shower."

I wink at him and we both stand up, walking slowly to the bathroom.

"Yeah, it's a little hard to walk."

We both laugh and I can't help but to think about how amazing he felt around me. I can't wait to try that again. Once we're used to it, we can try all sorts of things.

Present Day:

"Morning, guys."

Harry walks over and sits on my lap instead of the couch space next to me, curling into a ball and laying his head on my chest, yawning over and over. He's so adorable when he wakes up; or just when he's sleepy in general. I put my head down and whisper as quietly as I can.

"This morning was fun, but I can't wait to get you home."

He let our a hoarse chuckle, smiling shyly into my neck.

"Oh, you have no idea, boo."


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Boomelouu Boomelouu

Omg I've been reading ur story for 2 days now trying to get thorough it and it's amazing i love Larry more now then ever before and that was a lot before

#96903 #96903

Omg its 5 a.m. where I live. I've been reading your story all new night. Its AMAZING! You are a brilliant writer. I've fallen in love with Larry... More than I already was lol I hate to stop reading but I should probably get to sleep. I can't wait to finish this story tomorrow and start the other one.

JessStylinson95 JessStylinson95

this should be made into a book !!!

this is the best chapter ever

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