The Takeover {Larry Stylinson}

Louis' POV

The party was in full swing. All the formal speeches were over and now everyone was enjoyinng and having a good time, drinking and dancing to the loud music playing in the room. I was sitting with

Niall having a beer. Zayn and Liam were on the dance floor, grinding with random girls. They were both very drunk and were having difficulty dancing in their highly intoxicated state. After a few minutes, Niall nudged me and told me to look over to where his eys were traied. I saw a beautiful brunette standing in the corner by herself, feeling very shy, guessing by her body language. She was having some cold drink. I looked over at Niall and saw him looking at her with heart eyes. He hadn't been in a relationship in four years and I knew he wanted to have someone by his side.

"Go and talk to her Ni. She is standing alone and seems to be feeling very out of place. Maybe you can make her feel a bit comfortable." I told him.

"You sure?"

"Yes Ni. Go."

He nodded and went over to her. I watched them as they started talking and soon they were laughing. There, Niall had the girl enchanted by his Irish charms. That boy can make friends with anyone, I swear. I smiled. It had been too long and he deserved someone. Hopefully they will become frineds and maybe even more. I was happy for him.

As I was looking at them, I felt someone tap my shoulder from behind me. I turned around and saw Harry standing there.

"Oh, hey Harry. Nice party."

"Thanks. Umm, Lou... I have something that I want to say to you."

"Yeah?"

"Umm.. Well.. The thing is... I don't know how to say this.. but... umm.." He seemed quite nervous.

"Uh, Harry, are you okay? What is it? You know you can tell me anything."

"Well Louis, umm.. iknowthismayseemrandomandyoumaynotfeelthesamebutireallywanttotellyouthisbecauseicantkeepitinanylongerandidontwantyoutohatemebutyoushouldknowthatiloveyouandihavesinceifirstsawyouand-"

"HARRY! You are rambling and you said all that in one breath and I didn't understand anything. So how about you repeat it slowly?"

He seemed nervous and unsure but nodded anyway. His cheeks were a crimson and I didn't know why.

"I know this may seem random and you may not feel the same but I really want to tell you this because I can't keep it in any longer and I dont want you to hate me but you should know that I love you and I have since i first saw you and I know that you don't feel the same but I just wanted you to know." He finished and took a deep breath and looked at me with fear in his eyes.

I just looked at him in shock with my mouth hanging open. I couldn't say anything. This was wrong. He couldn't feel that way for me. He was my boss and he was so beautiful and there is no way he could like some like ME who was used by a psycopath for five fucking months.

"Look Louis, I know what you are thinking. I know you are thinking that I am a wierd guy and you are probably disgusted by me and never want to see me again but I-"

I cut him off by pressing my lips onto his. He seemed taken aback for a moment and even I don't know where I got that sudden courage from, probably from the drinks I had had. After a few seconds he started to kiss back. It started from a simple kiss to a passionate snogging session, and I was sure that if I would be decent, it wouldn't go so far. But in my drunken state, I let my tongue trace his bottom lip and he opened his mouth giving me access. I explored his mouth with my tongue and soon our tongues were dancing in a synchronised manner, fighting for dominance. I let him win and his tongue explored my mouth. His tongue brushed mine causing me to moan in is mouth and he smiled into the kiss. I put my hands in his hair and pulled at them a little and it was his turn to moan. We both pulled away breathless and I looked at the ground, only my eyes were caught on a more intriguing sight than the ground. Harry was sporting a hard on, and the sight turned me on too.
Harry, too, caught on and started pulling me towards Riveria's entrance.

"Where are we going, Harry?"

"To my place."

"Harry, wait."

He froze. "What? Oh I am sorry. I didn't realize that you are not ready for it an-"

"I need to tell the others I am leaving with you."

"Yeah, i am sorry for forci- wait, what? You will come with me?" He asked, surprised.

I nodded and was about to go find the boys when I realized that I didn't want to wait any longer. So I pulled Harry with me toward his car while I sent a quick text to Liam saying that I was too drunk and so Harry was taking me to his place and I would stay the night there.

We went to Harry's place with Harry driving. When we reached his house, we rushed to enter through the door. Once we did, I pinned him against the wall and started to kiss him hard. instead of kissing back, he pushed me away and I looked at him questioningly.

"Before we do this I have two questions." Harry said.

I nodded slightly, telling him to ask those questions.

"Okay first, will you be my boyfriend?"

The question got me thinking. Was I ready to be in a relationship just a month after getting out of a traumatic phase? Was Harry worth it? I wanted to have someone who would hold me and tell me he loved me. But did I want Harry to be the one? I guess there was only one way to know.

"Yes." I answered. His face broke out with a wide grin. I was hoping I wouldn't regret the decision. However, something inside me told me that this would be one of the best decisions I had ever made.

"And the second question. Are you sure you really wanna go all the way right now? I mean with what happened with Presco and everything."

I kissed him softly and said, "I am ready to move over it Harry and I am sure."

He needed no further permission. In a flash, he was kissing me hard, with me pressed against the door. I jumped and wrapped my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He put his hands under my bum, supporting me as he carried me blindly through the house to his bedroom, our lips still attached in a heated kiss full of passion.

Once we were in his room, he put me down on the bed and started unbottoning my shirt, my blazer and tie thrown somewhere in his living room. Once he removed my shirt, he started nipping at my neck, trying to find my sweet spot. My hands fumbled, trying to unbotton his shirt as he found my sweet spot and started sucking a love bite there. A shiver ran through me as he blew on the sensitive skin there but I finally managed to remove his shirt. A little while later both our pants had joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. We were just in our boxers and he started going down, kissing my chest and stomach on the way. When he reached the waistline of my boxers, he looked up at me, asking for permission one last time. As soon as I nodded, he removed my boxers with his teeth, and kissed the inside of my thighs. The room was dark so I didn't feel as insecure as I would have if he could see me like this in the light.

Soon, he took the tip of my hard-on in his mouth and I hissed at the foreign yet pleasurable feeling. Then he took all of me in his mouth and started bobbing his head up and down. After a while though, he pulled away and came to kiss my lips instead. Then he reached into his bedside drawer to pull out something, that I later recognised as a bottle of lube and a condom. He uncapped the bottle of lube and squirted some of it on his fingers. He rubbed it over his fingers and soon I felt one of his fingers rubbing the cold liquid around my entrance. A few moments later, a finger entered me and I winced at the intrusion. He kissed my nose and asked me to relax a bit. When I did, he started moving his finger and then a second one joined in. He started scissoring me, stretchig me and soon, I feelt his fingers curl and brush my prostate. I moaned at the feeling and looked up at him.

"I am ready. I want you now."

He nodded and tore open the condom and pulled it on. He spread some lube over it and then leaned down to kiss me, while I felt his tip enter me.He entered slowly, stopping every time I winced. When
he was in me fully, he stopped, letting me adjust to his huge length. I nodded and he started to move. He went slowly at first, our moans getting louder with every thrust of his hips.

"F-faster, Haz." I begged and he complied, moving faster. Soon, I felt the familiar warm feeling build in my stomach.

"I'm c-close Harry."

"Me too." He moaned out. He started rubbing my length with his hand, his pace matching his thrusts. After a few more thrusts, I spilled all over our chests and three thrusts later, he came in the condom. He rested his forehead on my chest and kissed my sweat-covered skin there. Once our breathing came under control, he pulled out of me, removing the condom, tying it off and throwing it in the bin. He went into the bathroom and got a wet wash cloth to wipe our chest and stomachs of my cum. After we were cleaned, he threw the washcloth in the laundry bin and got under the covers with me, kissing me sweetly on the lips before cuddling with me.

"Goodnight Lou, I love you." was the last thing I heard him mutter before I drifted off to sleep in the arms of my boyfriend.

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