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Behind Closed Doors {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 43


I wake up the same way as most mornings, with Louis’ limbs tangled messily in mine. Only this morning, I want to yell at him because he was meant to wake me up when he got home. We never talked about everything that happened and our argument.

I ended up falling asleep before I even ate, drifting off while daydreaming about the good old days. I wasn’t under the covers when I fell asleep, though. Nor was I in just my briefs. Louis must have tried waking me up and settled on just getting me comfortable instead. I do that a lot-- wake up, but not enough to understand my surroundings.

I unravel Louis’ arms from around me and manage to get out of bed without waking him. It’s ten in the morning and I can’t believe I slept that much, seeing as I fell asleep before eight. I suppose I had had a long couple of days.

Even though I’m pissed at Louis for avoiding our conversation, I can’t imagine waking him up to have it. He’ll just be moody and unaware and that isn’t how I want to discuss such things.
I love Louis and I know I always will, which is why I’m able to get over arguments easily. Louis isn’t the same way, though. I worry sometimes that he’s going to just have enough of me one day and leave me for good. I suppose he hasn’t done it yet, so I should meditate on it, but it’s always in the back of my mind. I try not to overreact too often, because that’s the last thing I want to happen- Louis leaving me.

I can’t live without him. He’s everything to me.

I take a piss and brush my teeth before leaving our bedroom quietly and sitting down on the couch with my iPhone. I have a new email from Jason and two unread messages.

FROM: Jason Parrish

TO: Harry Styles
Subject: Armani
The Armani shoot apparently went well and they expect that your pictures will be featured in their Fall catalog, so expect to see the advertisements in the coming months. I suppose you cooperated well and that you deserve warning before you’re displayed all over London in just your pants.
Also, I suppose we should set up a meeting. I’ve spoken to the other boys and they said that the day and time depends on you and Louis, so get back to me when you can. Thanks.
Jason Parrish
Executive Director
Modest! Management

Wow. Jason is actually... being friendly. Well, friendly for him, but it’s still nice. I wonder what that meeting will be about. I’ll have to ask Louis when would be a good time after we discuss more important thing.

*FROM: Niall
Hey, I didn’t want to wake you up when I left, but I locked up. Love you guys and hope everything worked out. x*

I grin at his sweet message and quickly send a ‘thanks for spending time with me and sorry I fell asleep’ before reading the next message.

*FROM: Dad
What time should I come over? Louis doesn’t need to leave, by the way.*

I wonder what has changed his mind, but it would be nice to spend some time with them together that wasn’t wasted on arguing.

*TO: Dad
Are you sure? Thank you for being understanding. Come over at six?*

I look around the room and decide that I should straighten up. I chuckle at Niall’s attempt to fold the blankets we used last night. I stand up and re-fold them, making sure that the living room looks presentable. It typically does, unless I leave Louis alone for more than a couple days. Clutter tends to pile up when he’s left to his own devices.


His raspy voice comes from the bedroom and I’m tempted to ignore him so he’ll come out here and talk to me, but I can’t resist him in our bed with his messy morning hair, yawning and trying to cuddle while he wakes up.

When I walk into the bedroom, sure enough Louis is cuddled up to my pillow, the sheets halfway
exposing his lean, toned torso.

“Morning, Lou.”

He rolls over and grins sleepily with his eyes squinting to avoid the light shining through the window.

“Hi, baby. C'mere.”

I scoff and walk over to my side of the bed, slipping back under the warm duvet. I pull him close to me and he nuzzles into my neck, giving me a place to lay my head- where his was.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, Harry. I really I am. I was only trying to help, but I should have spoken to you first.”

I kiss the top of his head, smiling against his wispy hair as it tickles my nose.

“I’m sorry, too. I know you were only trying to protect me and no matter how much I say I don’t need you to save me, I do. I should have known that you wouldn’t have done anything that would potentially hurt me. I should have been thanking you because my dad’s completely changed his attitude.”

Louis moves his head so that he’s facing me, his head resting on my bicep.

“Did we- just handle a disagreement like adults?”

I wrap my arm around him and pull him toward me, pecking his nose.

“A day after we handled it like children.”

“Hey, it’s a new record for us, I think.”

We both laugh and now that he’s fully awake, he wraps his warm, comforting arms around my bare waist.

“You know, Lou-“


He hums with his lips resting against my shoulder.

“We still have plenty of time for gratuitous make-up sex and a nap before we have to worry about my dad getting here. He said you can stay, by the way. I think he’s warming up to our relationship and actually wants t-”

“Woah, woah. Back up a bit and stop rambling. You know make-up sex is my favorite.”

He winks playfully and rolls on top of me, lazily pinning me into the mattress with his body. I reach up and ruffle his hair, tugging at it before pulling his face down to roughly collide our lips. He keeps his tightly closed despite my tongue prodding them open.

“Wait, babe. Let me brush my teeth.”

I giggle and he pecks my forehead before hopping out of bed swiftly, with more energy than I’ve ever seen from him in the morning. I lay back against the pillow and sigh in content while Louis rushes through his morning routine. Before I know it, he bounces back onto the bed and immediately finds his way to me, covering as much of my body as he can with his. Louis’ hands rest on either side of my face and before he presses his forehead against mine.

“I love you, babe.”

Before I can respond, his lips are on mine, soft yet with purpose. I part my lips and his tongue slips through, massaging mine and leaving behind a minty taste. I grin against his kiss and wrap my arms around his waist, flipping us over so that I’m straddling his hips. I sit up on my knees and Louis hooks his fingers under the elastic of my briefs. He pulls them down to the middle of my thighs and my half-hard cock drags along on his stomach.

“Wanna try something, Harry.”

I nod enthusiastically because I’ll try anything for Louis and I haven’t been disappointed by his imagination yet.

“Get the lube.”

I lean over excitedly and open the drawer next to where he typically sleeps. I quickly find the small bottle and hand it to him. I lift one leg up at a time and pull my pants off entirely. Louis reaches down and shimmies off his boxers, kicking them off and letting them fall off of the mattress.


He pats his chest with one hand and then brings both of his palms down to rest on my arse, pulling my hips up toward his face. I gasp as I feel his warm breath against my groin, making me grow harder. Louis digs his fingers into my bum cheek while his other hand skims over my thigh, grasping my length in his fist and bringing it to his mouth. As his lips wrap around the head of my cock, my jaw falls in delight. Louis lifts his head up enough to take me deeper into his warm, wet mouth and I resist the urge to roughly thrust my hips. My head falls back and I run my fingers through Louis’ already disheveled hair, tugging at it as he bobs his head quickly.

“Fuck, Lou.”

As he urges me to move myself in and out of his mouth, I begin to take over my movement, knowing that I’m going at a comfortable pace. Louis’ hands soon disappear and the pop of the lube cap opening is almost drowned out by my pants and moans. A hand is placed on my hip, slowing my light thrusts until I’m hardly moving at all. Then, a cool slick finger traces over my hole, making me shudder in anticipation. I move my body again, this time pushing back toward Louis’ finger, begging him to do something. With a sharp inhale, Louis hollows his cheeks and sucks sharply as his finger delves in. I clench in shock, but soon relax, whimpering at the familiar, yet foreign feeling. Soon, there’s a second and then a third finger and I’m incapable of holding off anymore.

“Louis, oh my god, I’m-uh- I’m gonna-“

I expect Louis to pull his mouth off so that I can come with him inside of me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he makes a point of taking me in entirely, pushing me forward by thrusting his fingers in forcefully, brushing over my prostate. His nose pokes at my lower abdomen and he swallows hard and rubs my prostate with the tips of his fingers. I come hard; harder than I have in god knows how long, a string of explicit curses and incomprehensible words emitting my mouth. Louis swallows everything I offer and pulls his fingers away as I relax a little, scooting back and laying down on top of him with my face resting on his.

“I’m not done with you yet, love.”

I’m still trying to catch my breath when Louis opens the lube again and pours it generously in his
palm. I kiss his cheek and his neck before moving down his body so that I’m straddling his waist again. Louis lazily jerks himself, spreading the lubricant all over his cock.

I love when Louis has ideas that involve me coming more than once. That may sound greedy, but it’s so fucking hot when he takes control of my body like this. Louis digs his fingers into my hip and pulls me down. I leave my chest flush against his and kiss him deeply as I feel his tip between my bum. Slowly I sink back, hissing in pain against his lips. Eventually, I feel his thighs against my ass and I gyrate my hips to adjust fully.

“So fucking full, Lou. God, I love you.”

Louis moans effortlessly against my lips and I kiss him again as I lift up and slam my body back onto him. I tug at his hair and drag my body against his, my slowly hardening cock rubbing against his stomach.

“Fucking already hard again for you, baby.”

He groans in response and I know he’s too far gone to speak. I pull away from his mouth and sit up to get a better angle for riding him. Louis lifts his legs up and I reach back to balance on his knees. I lift myself up and roll my hips sensually to find the perfect spot. I cry out when he hits it and Louis takes my sensitive member in his hand to intensify the pleasure. I lift up and fall back down so that he hits my prostate over and over. By leaving my hands on his knees, I’m able to apply more pressure to each and every bounce.

“Fuck, Haz. I’m so close.”

I nod and continue my rhythm for a couple more seconds, but when I can tell that Louis is on the very edge, I take him in deep and roll my hips slowly while leaning down to kiss him. Louis moans deafeningly into my mouth and fills me while pumping my length in his hand while it’s trapped between out chests. He bucks his hips up and assaults my prostate while gripping my cock tighter. He flicks his wrist two more times and I’m coming for the second time, painting our chests in hot white stripes.

I pull away from our lazy, unattended kiss and rest my forehead against Louis’ breathing heavily as we both come down from our highs.

“I think we should take a shower and a long nap.”

I nod in agreement and smile as he wraps his arms around my waist. After laying here for a minute, Louis sits up and holds on to me tightly as he stands up and carries me to the bathroom with my legs wrapped around him. We step into the shower and he slowly pulls out of me, making me groan from the emptiness I’m left with. I kiss him softly and release the grip of my legs. As soon as I’m standing, I can feel his come leaving my body and dripping down my leg. I turn the shower on and step out of the faucet’s trail as I press Louis’ back against the wall.

“I love you so fucking much, Louis.”

“I know, Harry. I love you too.”

I kiss him then as if I’ve never kissed him before. I close my eyes tight and attempt to commit this moment to memory. This small moment, just like all the others littering the wall above our bed, is something I never want to forget.



“Babe, calm down. It’ll be alright.”

Harry is frantically gathering ingredients in the kitchen for some recipe he’s never tried before.

“I know, I’m just nervous. I don’t know, I guess I wouldn’t have been had that damned lunch never occurred.”

I move away from the counter I’ve been leaning against to watch him from and wrap my arms around his waist from behind, causing him to stop in his tracks. I lay my head against his shoulder blade and squeeze him tightly.

“It’s all going to be okay. Calm down and try to enjoy yourself.”

Harry covers my hands with his and pushes himself closer to me before turning around. I push a stray curl out of his face and he leans down to kiss me properly.

“Thank you, Louis.”

I peck his lips again and rest my hands in the back pocket of his impossibly tight jeans.

“For what, love?”

“Just everything. I feel like no one deserves to be as happy as I am with you.”

I can’t help but to blush at his over exaggerated, sappy comment.

“You deserve anything your heart desires.”

He grins and kisses my forehead.

“I honestly can’t think of one thing I want that I don’t have. Even still, I’d be happy if the only thing I
had were you. Maybe that’s what I want. For everything else to go away.”

I chuckle against his shoulder and open my mouth to speak, but I’m halted by a knock at the door.


“Harry, calm down. I’ll go get the door and you keep cooking.”

I smack his bum and kiss the corner of his mouth before wigging out of his embrace and making my way to the living room. I take a deep breath and open the door, finding Harry’s father nervously pacing the small space in front of our door.

“Hello Mr. Styles, please come in.”

He nods curtly and forces a smile that I’m surprised he has even given me. He slips off his shoes and places them against the wall before looking around as if he were impressed with out flat. He finally turns to me and holds out a hesitant hand, which I shake kindly.

“Nice place. Where’s Harry?”

“Thanks, he’s-um, in the kitchen. Right over here.”

I guide him to the kitchen and feel anxiety take over my body. Sure, things aren’t too awkward now, but I don’t look forward to the conversation I plan to have with him when Harry isn’t within earshot.


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Love this

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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