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Smoke & Mirrors

05


“Harry!” Louis shouted moments before Harry was knocked to his feet, tackled straight onto the couch in the dressing room.
“Christ, Lou. What was that for?” Harry groaned as he gripped the side of his hip where Louis’ shoulder collided with it dead on. Louis just laughed mischievously, laid out horizontally against Harry, his feet up on the arm of the couch.
“Was that necessary?” Harry asked, looking down at his best mate.
“Yes,” Louis said simply, finally sitting up, but not bothering to move any further away from Harry.
“Glad to see you two are back to normal,” Liam said from the couch next to the two boys.
“Are we?” Louis asked, looking at Harry with his eyes and nose playfully scrunched up in question. Harry immediately mimicked the gesture and couldn’t help but smile back at Louis with a big cheesy grin. Things were really good between the boys as of late.
“Wasn’t really aware things were any different at all,” Louis stated, turning his gaze back on Liam.
“Are you joking?” Zayn snorted, giving them both an odd look.
“A couple of weeks ago I thought the Larry Stylinson bromance was over for good,” Liam scoffed playfully, and Harry couldn’t help but blush at the nickname. The Larry Stylinson bromance was in full swing and then some.
“Why is that?” Louis asked, quirking his eyebrow, doing a stunning job of feigning ignorance. Harry would have applauded his magnificent acting skills had he not been silently pulled into the farce by Louis and their newfound friends-with-benefits status.
“Because you weren’t speaking…” Liam said, looking at Louis like he lost his mind.
“Who says?” Louis asked, cocking his head as he looked at Liam.
“Oh, come off it,” Zayn chimed in again, and Harry felt his whole body flare with heat because he knew Zayn knew things were definitely off with the two of them.
“I don’t really know what any of you are talking about,” Louis said, still playing dumb.
“The week Eleanor flew out,” Niall called from the other side of the room, and it caused Harry to stifle a laugh. He didn’t think Niall was even paying attention.
“Oh well, that explains it. I was spending time with Eleanor,” Louis said simply.
Zayn’s eyes caught Harry’s, giving him a look of pure question, trying to read him. Zayn knew much more than Louis knew he did. All Harry could do was bite his lip and shrug his shoulders at Zayn.
“No. That was not it,” Liam said firmly, shaking his head.
“Okay, Li. Whatever you say,” Louis laughed lightly.
“What do you mean you weren’t fighting? Ya wouldn’t even look at each other,” Niall pointed out, dragging the conversation out further.
“I don’t recall,” Louis told him.
Harry remained silent. He didn’t want to say anything that would end up upsetting Louis. And frankly, he wasn’t sure how much he wanted the rest of the boys to know about their situation quite yet.
“You’re awfully quiet, Harry,” Zayn pointed out, cocking his eyebrow in question.
Harry looked up tentatively into Zayn’s dark eyes. Zayn was the most enlightened about their feud after getting quiet confirmation about it when Harry asked to room with him during that time.
“Nah,” Harry said, shaking his head.
“I thought we were mates. Are we keeping secrets now?” Liam asked, laying the guilt on heavily.
“Oh, Li-Li. That’s not necessary,” Louis crooned, marring his eyebrows playfully as he looked at his mate.
“It’s not necessary to be keeping secrets either,” Liam pointed out.
“Who’s keeping secrets? Nothing’s going on. Harry and I had an off week, I guess. Eleanor was here. Maybe that’s why it seemed like we were fighting, but we weren’t,” Louis explained, his lies flowing smoothly off of his tongue.
Harry’s stomach turned as he bit his tongue, realizing it would be best to just go with Louis’ lie.
Liam stood on his feet quickly, giving the two of them a steady glare, before disappearing out of the door of their dressing room. Both boys realizing Louis’ feeble lie was not enough to convince Liam.
“What? What did I say?” Louis called after him.
Niall sat across the room staring skeptically at the two boys in question. Harry tried not to look guilty as his eyes met Niall’s, but it was of no use.
“I don’t know what’s goin’ on, but I hope ya know we’re your best mates and you can tell us things,” Niall told them with what looked like disappointment in his eyes. Harry felt the guilt spread thick throughout his insides.
“Niall! Nothing is going on! Harry and I are mates. What the hell?” Louis laughed uncomfortably.
“Alright,” Niall said finally, but he didn’t look convinced.
“I swear! Stop looking at us like we’ve wronged you somehow,” Louis scoffed.
“Alright, alright,” Niall said with a laugh.
Harry’s eyes met with Zayn’s, and Zayn gave him a knowing nod. It only made Harry feel worse. But what could he do? Louis was calling the shots. He felt bad enough that he told Lou about their situation, he didn’t want to be the one to cross the line and tell all of their mates they kissed and it messed up things between them for a little while. Because that would just lead to more questions, and more questions could get him into more trouble.
“Where’d you get the love bites, Harry?” Zayn asked, changing the subject. But Harry knew deep down by the challenge in his eyes and tone that Zayn wasn’t actually changing the subject, not really.
Harry’s eyes flared almost immediately as his fingers came up to touch his collarbone, exactly where the tiny hickey’s marred his flesh.
“Were you on the pull again, Harry?” Louis asked nonchalantly without missing a beat, looking over at his best mate.
Harry’s insides were knotted up, and he almost couldn’t breathe as his blood pressure skyrocketed. It was Louis who gave him the damn hickey’s the night before and something inside of him told him Zayn already knew that.
“Y-yeah,” Harry stammered, feeling like his mind was spiraling.
“What was her name?” Zayn asked firmly, and Harry knew he was digging for information, trying to catch him in a lie.
“I don’t know,” Harry said softly, not even trying to come up with one.
“I hope she was cute,” Zayn said before turning his steady gaze on Louis for a moment.
Harry was almost certain Zayn put two and two together about him and Louis, but he wasn’t going to confirm it.
“She was,” Harry said, trying not to sound like he was about to shit his pants.
“I reckon,” Zayn said with a light laugh that sounded more like a scoff than anything. His intense eyes stared Harry down for a moment before Harry looked away guiltily.
After spending the next day in interview after interview, then spending the night attending a charity event, the five boys and their entourage decided to let loose at the after-party. But after a few drinks, Harry couldn’t help it when the jealousy swelled up in him watching Liam chat Louis’ ear off for most of the night.
“Looks like Li and Lou worked through the little fight from yesterday,” Zayn commented, coming up from behind Harry, sitting down next to him at a table.
“Looks like it,” Harry scoffed before realizing how it made him sound.
“You and Louis—?” Zayn asked, letting his question trail off without even asking a question in the first place. But Harry knew this conversation was coming. He knew ever since Zayn’s third degree about the hickey’s on his neck.
Harry let out a large sigh in response to Zayn’s indirect question.
“You two are… more than mates?” Zayn questioned, almost sounding supportive.
“I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it, Zayn,” Harry sighed again.
“But you are? You can tell me,” Zayn pressed, causing Harry’s stomach to tie into tight knots. But he remained silent, trying to come up with something to get Zayn to drop the subject.
“I’m guessing it started right before your fight?” Zayn asked, hitting the nail right on the head.
“Zayn…” Harry sighed once again, feeling like his mind was spiraling out of control.
“You know, we won’t care. We love you guys like brothers. If you and Louis—” Zayn began to explain, but Harry couldn’t let him go on.
“I know,” he said, cutting Zayn off before the conversation spiraled.
“Just so you know,” Zayn said quietly, his vision falling away from Harry’s.
“I know,” Harry said quietly, trying to swallow back his emotions as he looked up to find Louis nearly rolling with laughter over something Liam said to him.
“You’re okay though?” Zayn asked, pulling Harry out of his own head.
“I’m okay,” Harry whispered with a nod of his head.
“Good,” Zayn said finally, clamping his hand on Harry’s shoulder.
Harry sat in the back of the SUV on the way to the hotel that night watching Louis from the corner of his eye. He studied every feature of Louis’ he could through the dim light. Every time the cab of the truck lit up from a passing streetlight Harry got a new look at him, and it only fueled the thoughts in his mind. He wasn’t drunk, but he was tipsy enough to play it off as drunk. And he wanted to be the one to make the first move tonight. He wanted to test the water’s to see if Louis would run with it or run away.
And once all the parting words were said, and once Louis and Harry were safely shut up in their hotel room alone, and once Louis stood over his luggage looking for something to wear to bed, Harry made his move.
Harry gripped onto Louis’ arm, spinning his body to face him. Louis looked startled, but Harry paid it no mind, crashing his lips into the older boy’s. When Harry heard Louis moan against his mouth, it was all uphill from there. He felt Lou’s fingers grip onto his hips as his own hands slipped up into Louis’ jumper, worshipping his heated flesh. When he finally broke the kiss and pulled away, both boy’s chests were heaving from lack of oxygen.
Christ, Harry,” Louis sighed, letting his back hit the wall, supporting himself against it.
“Louis,” Harry breathed out the boy’s name, sending him a lust-filled stare.
He watched as Louis bit his bottom lip, sending back an equally as lust-filled look, and Harry knew what to do.
Harry sank to his knees in front of Louis, and he swore he could hear the hitching in Louis’ breathing as he did. His fingers fumbled against the older boy’s zipper and was able to get it undone without any major setbacks. As Harry’s fingers peeled back the sides of Louis’ fly, his eyes set on the noticeable bulge in the older boy’s pants. He did that. He was responsible for turning Louis on. That thought made his smile widen tenfold.
Without even thinking, Harry slid his palm softly up the harden contour of Louis’ shaft. Louis automatically let out a noticeable sigh, sounding more or less like he got everything he ever wanted in that moment.
“Harry,” Louis whispered.
Shh,” he replied immediately, not wanting the moment to be ruined by anything.
Harry’s fingers curled around the waistband of Louis’ underpants and slowly tugged it down, letting Louis’ cock spring free from its hold.
“Harry,” Louis said again, and Harry finally allowed himself to look up into his eyes. But Louis didn’t say anything. He just stared back into the eyes of the younger boy. Harry tried to read him, but he wasn’t able to in such dim lighting.
“Have you ever been sucked off, Louis?” Harry asked boldly in a bout of overconfidence. He knew Louis had before, but Harry was almost confident he would be the first boy to wrap his mouth around Louis’ cock, and he found comfort in that somehow.
“Harry,” Louis said again, his voice nearly whimpering, and Harry was able to finally place the look in his mate’s eyes – vulnerability.
“It’s okay,” Harry said, reaching up to wrap his hand around Louis’ hardened shaft.
Harry watched as Louis’ head tipped back as he bit at his lip from just one touch. It made him feel powerful. Harry’s smile turned up again before he licked his lips and leaned forward.
With a gentle stroke of his tongue, Harry lapped up the pre-cum on the head of Louis’ cock, and he was rewarded with a soft moan from Louis. The moan only helped fuel him. He leaned forward again letting his tongue glide smoothly all around the tip before he let his lips wrap around it.
Fuck, Harry,” Louis hissed, looking down into Harry’s wide eyes as he looked up to catch Louis’ reaction.
As Harry’s tongue and lips worked simultaneously, he began a wet bob on Louis’ shaft, learning as he went. He adapted quickly with Louis’ moans and groans and heavy breathing. Harry learned that Louis’ breathing picked up with every fast bob, and he learned that Louis’ breathing stopped altogether when he took in his entire length. Harry took it as a good sign and did it a few more times, causing Louis to let out a heavily weighted breath each time Harry let up. He never did something like this before, and every part of him was grateful it was with Louis.
Fuck,” Louis groaned as his fingers tangled in Harry’s hair.
As one hand pumped at the base of Louis’ cock, Harry almost couldn’t control the other one as it snaked up into Louis’ jumper, feeling the taut flesh of Louis’ chest and abdomen as he continued to suck him off.
Louis’ body began to writhe against the wall as his fingers fisted into Harry’s hair, tighter and tighter.
“Christ, Harry. I’m gonna come,” Louis groaned. Harry looked up to see Louis’ eyes shut tightly, his bottom lip nearly purple from biting it so hard.
Mm-hmm,” Harry moaned against his cock, causing another hiss out of the older boy.
“Harry, its fucking coming,” Louis warned again, but Harry made no move to pull back. Instead, he slid Louis’ length fully into his mouth once again, triggering Louis’ orgasm almost immediately.
“Harry… fuck,” Louis moaned loudly, coming into the back of Harry’s throat. Harry’s automatic reflexes kicking in, swallowing it down without difficulty, silently praising himself for it.
The night ended with Louis in his arms after being completely sated by a hand job the older boy gave him between the sheets in the darkness of their hotel room.
“How’re ya, Harry?” Lou asked Harry as they sat comfortably in Lou and Tom’s hotel room the next afternoon.
Mm, good,” Harry said with a pleasurable sigh as he brought his teacup up to his lips and took a hot sip.
The pitter patter of rain seemed to relax Harry as he sat in a big brown comfortable chair. He always loved having days off, more so because he always felt like he could take the time to enjoy the little things he usually missed on a day to day basis – like tea and biscuits on a rainy day.
“How are you and Louis getting on?” Lou asked with a small smirk at the corner of her lips.
Mm, good,” Harry answered, unexpectedly exaggerating the hum in his response.
“That good?” Lou asked, quirking her eyebrow in question.
“Louis’ good,” Harry said as a smile captivated every feature on the boy’s face – from the tug on his lips to the crinkle in his eyes to the blush that heated up his cheeks.
“You are smitten with him, yeah?” Lou asked with a happy smile on her face.
“You could say that,” Harry said vaguely, biting his lip as he thought about how he had the pleasure of going down on the boy the night before.
“That’s all you’re going to give me then, eh? You confide in me that you may be gay and that you’ve fallen for your best mate, yet you keep the details from me in the end?” Lou snickered as she watched the younger boy.
“I don’t know. It’s like, I feel like it’s too good to be true maybe. He’s my best mate. Are things like this supposed to happen?” Harry smiled over at her.
“It happens all the time, Harry. Tom used to be my best mate. He still is,” Lou explained, sending him a fond smile.
“I sucked him off last night. Louis, I mean. Not Tom,” Harry admitted, feeling the blush burning in his cheeks.
“You did?” Lou gasped, her hand clamping over her mouth.
“I did. And it was good,” Harry nodded, smiling proudly.
“Was it your first?” Lou asked, her eyebrows heightening into a pleased look.
“It was,” Harry nodded, letting his eyes fall away from Lou’s in a moment of bashfulness.
“Harry Styles, what has gotten into you?” Lou laughed playfully, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh too.
“Are you going to sleep with him?” Lou asked, causing Harry to choke on the sip of hot tea he just swallowed, his esophagus burning as his began to cough.
“Sorry, love,” Lou snickered, handing him a napkin from the tray the hotel staff sent up with the tea.
“You could’ve warned me,” Harry laughed as he set his teacup down before wiping at his mouth.
“Warn you the next time I bring up you and Louis having sex?” She asked, quirking her eyebrow playfully.
“Preferably,” Harry smirked.
“Have you thought about it?” She asked curiously.
“Have I thought about it? Yeah. Of course I’ve thought about it,” Harry scoffed immediately. He thought about it in great detail. So much detail that he blushed thinking about how deviant his mind was at times.
“Are you prepared?” She asked, confusing Harry just a little. Was he prepared, to what? Fuck his best mate?
“Yeah?” He answered, his word coming out less confident then he wanted it to.
“Harry, Harry, Harry,” Lou said, tutting her tongue at him.
“What?” He asked, giving her a skeptical look.
“Men and women are completely different,” Lou started, confusing Harry even further.
“Thank you for the basic knowledge, Professor,” Harry retorted playfully.
“Harry, if you’re going to fuck a man, you’re going to need to be prepared,” Lou blurted out, causing Harry to look around the room to evaluate the level of their privacy even though he knew Lux was the only other person in the suite, and she was asleep in the other room.
“What are you on about?” Harry finally replied.
Lou let out a sigh before setting her teacup down and getting up from her chair. Harry watched as she disappeared into the suite’s bedroom, wondering if he upset her with his obliviousness.
But soon Lou slipped back out of the bedroom, hands full, causing Harry’s eyes to widen immediately.
“Here,” Lou said, dropping a handful of condoms and a bottle of KY lubricant into his lap.
Christ,” Harry hissed, looking down at the items.
“Those will help. And besides, I figure it might look weird if cameras catch you buying that stuff,” Lou smirked at him knowingly.
“Thanks?” Harry said, looking up at her with wide, almost frightened eyes.
“Thank me later,” she smiled before picking up her cup and taking another sip.
Harry swallowed hard wondering how the hell he was going to smuggle the items back to his hotel room so he could bury them into the deep depths of his luggage until further notice.

Notes

Comments

That was hot as hell! I LOVE LARRY!!!

LouisLover06 LouisLover06
6/11/20

@xXFluffy_GruXx

ME TOO! :'(

lisavslisa lisavslisa
8/6/18

Aw.. I'm so sad its over. :(

@LizzyM101

Thank you!!!

lisavslisa lisavslisa
7/16/18

Good ending to the story thank you. It fits in with the rest of the chapters.

LizzyM101 LizzyM101
7/16/18