the ending’s always sweeter
Word Count: 3600
Summary: lots of yelling, then lots of sex.
a/n: thanks for a hundred likes on “yours are the sweetest” hope you like this one too! don’t murder my for grammar mistakes. i
“So what are up with all these romance rumors boys?” The young brunette asks, looking suggestively at Harry and Louis to make her point clear. The boys were all at an interview and this one was going to be uncomfortable, they could already tell. She raised her eyebrows and smiled slyly, but there was a flash of uncertainty in her eyes like she knew that this wasn’t the question to ask.
Liam tries to answer in attempt to spare Louis and Harry from denying their relationship. “Oh it’s some game the fans play. They like, “ship” us or something. Niam’s pretty big.” He says slinging an arm around Niall who laughs and follows the suit.
“Oh yes.” Niall adds, laughing. “Niam is definitely real girls.”
The interviewer smiles and the boys hold their breath, hoping she’s satisfied with the cute, sarcastic answer. But there was no such luck.
“Niam is very cute,” She said, smiling at the two boys who still had their arms wrapped around each other. “But everyone is dying to know about Larry Stylinson! Can we get another confirmation?” She asks, keeping a teasing voice to her tone so that if Modest! decides to yell at the station, she can play it off as harmless banter.
As usual, Louis is the one to answer. He has to. He needs to be the one that address Larry. Harry tried one time, joked on the radio that it was “no big deal”, “something the fans think is cute”. He held it together until him and Louis got home, that’s where he burst into tears, sobbing and clutching Louis apologizing over and over again weeping, “I’m so sorry Lou, I didn’t mean it. We are a big deal, you’re my everything, I’m sorry.” Louis had held him for the rest of the night and murmured in his ear that he understood and that he loved him at least a couple hundred times.
“It’s the same thing as Niam,” Louis says, trying to liken his very real romance with Liam and Niall’s platonic friendship. “Something the fans came up with, something they’ve gone a little too far with.”
“You seem to feel very strongly about it.” The woman said, pulling cards out and reading aloud from them. “On the seventeenth of September you tweeted…” She started but Louis moaned loudly, effectively cutting her off.
“Ha. Yeah, I went a bit crazy on Twitter that day. It’s just frustrating when you’re in a relationship and you and your girlfriend are getting spammed with ridiculous conspiracy theories.” Louis said, surprised by how smoothed the lies came out of his mouth. He glanced over at Liam, but he was looking worriedly at Harry who hadn’t said a thing and who was looking down at the ground sullenly.
Louis’s heart clenched at the sight of his boyfriend so sad. But another part of him is mad at Harry. Can’t he just fake a smile, make some joke of it, and get out his frustrations in the bedroom, like Louis did? Sometime, Louis couldn’t help but think if Harry wasn’t so obvious they wouldn’t have to deny it so much. But that was something that couldn’t be helped. Harry wore his heart on his sleeve, and no matter how inconvenient that could be at times; it was one of the things Louis loved most about him.
“And then there’s me.” Zayn jokes, being uncharacteristically chatting for an interview. “All alone, with no bromance!”
“Oh, well at least you’ve got Perrie!” The interviewer said, now focusing her attention to Zayn.
The rest of the interview goes smoothly with typical questions about their album, the upcoming tour, and how they’re dealing with the newfound fame. Harry’s weirdly quiet throughout the whole thing, not saying a word except for the agreeing “Yeah.” Louis tries hard to keep himself from glancing over at Harry. He knew this interviewer was already going to be analyzed thoroughly, and management would yell at him for giving the fans something else to go off of.
Thankfully the other boys notice it to. Zayn puts an arm around Harry and gives his shoulder a squeeze. Harry’s always been cuddly and handsy and responses really well to touch. Most of the time, hugging things out would be the way to go when you were apologizing to Haz. Louis’s thankful that at least Harry has someone comforting him, but he can’t help feel jealous that it was Zayn who got to do it.
Niall tries to help too. Making funny faces and joking and acting like his usual, charming self, going out of the way to say or do things that he knows Harry will find funny. But Harry’s really upset this time, and only grants Niall a few small smiles and a couple of weak chuckles.
The interviewer thanks them for being on the show, and the in house audience claps and squeals. The boys thank her profoundly, shaking hands. “I hope I wasn’t too personal.” She apologizes, knowing all to well she was.
Not one of the boys reassures her that she wasn’t and Louis’s chest swells with love. No matter what went down, he knew he had these lads to back him up. Liam thanks her politely before excusing themselves, telling the slightly miffed interviewer that their car was waiting for them.
They all pile in the black SUV. Without really realizing it, the boys had sort of assigned themselves seats. Zayn, Niall and Liam sat in the front row, while Harry and Louis usually got the back. It was a bit cramped up there for three boys, but this way they didn’t have to watch Louis and Harry’s feverish snogs.
Louis climbs in first and gets comfy in the back, fully expecting to kiss and hold Harry the moment he sat next to him. But to his surprise, Harry followed Zayn and sat in the front row with a quiet “D’you mind Liam? I have a bit of a headache and sitting in the front helps it.” Liam reassures him that it’s fine and sits wordlessly next to Louis.
The whole car ride is full of silent tension, no one saying a word. Harry snuggled himself into Zayn, who looked guiltily at Louis as he allowed it and put an arm around Harry, rubbing circles in the curly boy’s back. Niall keeps moving his head back and forth, switching his gaze between Harry and Louis rather obviously. Whenever Louis and Harry fought, which wasn’t that often to be honest, Niall took it almost as hard as the both of them. Louis secretly thought that the reason Niall loved “Larry” so much was because the blonde boy had a huge crush on Zayn, and he liked that Louis and Harry had managed to stay together through management and the other hardships. But it could also be that when Niall was little, his parents divorced. Even with random couples on the streets, Niall winced whenever two people started shouting in anger, reminding him of the times he was little and could hear his parents screaming at each other when he was supposed to be asleep.
But Liam’s the worst. Liam just stares steadily at Louis, not saying a word. Louis stubbornly refuses to reach his eye, because he knows that if he did Louis would just shout out his apologies in the car. Liam had that effect on people.
But no, Louis wasn’t going to do that. Because Louis didn’t have anything to be sorry for. Louis was just following management’s orders. He was just following their contract, and if Harry was going to be all pissy and butt hurt about it, well that was his problem. Louis knew he was being stubborn, but he didn’t care. Harry was getting mad at him for something that wasn’t even his fault.
They reached the apartment complex where Harry and Louis lived. With a quick “thanks!” to their driver, Harry leaped out of the car and began walking quickly towards the door, without giving the car a second glance.
Louis glared at his boyfriend’s moving figure. Well, if Harry was going to act like that, two could play it this game. “Hey Ni, wanna go grab a drink? Some Nando’s maybe?” Louis asks, knowing it’s a low blow. But Zayn and Liam would never take the bait, and Niall never turns down Nando’s.
“Errr.” Niall says uncertainly. “Maybe it’s best if you fix things with Harry, mate.”
Zayn claps him on the back and smiles. “For that answer Nialler, I’ll take you to Nando’s.” He said before turning to smirk at Louis.
“Traitor.” Louis mutters darkly under his breath, squeezing over Liam in attempt to get out of the car. But he closes the slide door; he finally makes eye contact with Liam.
“Make it better.” Liam says simply, reaching out to close the door for him. The car drives away, leaving Louis still standing on the curb silently cursing his so-called friends.
As he trudges up the stairs to his level and with each step he can feel his irritation towards Harry grow.
Stupid Harry. Louis grumbles to himself. Not like does anything. Just doing what I’m told. Why can’t he understand that?
So when Louis finally reaches the flat to see Harry banging pots and pans in the kitchen, he isn’t anything but annoyed.
“Oi. Keep it down in there, I’m going to try to nap.” Louis snaps, walking towards the bedroom.
“That’s new. You keeping quiet, you usually have so much to say.” Harry replied bitterly slamming a pot down on the counter.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean Harry?” Louis asks, turning around so he’s facing Harry straight on.
Harry glares at him, bright green eyes sharp and full of anger. “Don’t shit with my right now Louis, I’m not in the mood for it.”
“Yeah? Well too bad, I’m in the mood for it.” Louis says, stepping closer to Harry. “What the hell is your problem today?”
Harry’s eyes look like they’re nearly ready to pop out of his sockets. “Me? What the hell is my problem? Are you kidding me?!”
“No, I’m not kidding you, why the fuck are you so upset with me?” Louis said, raising his voice silently, shocking even himself. No matter how heated their rare battles were, Louis and Harry never yelled at each other. Ever.
“Is this a joke to you Louis?” Harry said, his voice suddenly quiet, barely above a whisper. “Are we just a fucking joke?”
Louis doesn’t say anything; he just stares at Harry with a bewildered look on his face. “What do you mean?”
“It’s like you don’t even fight for us sometimes.” Harry said, looking straight at Louis, his green eyes slowly filling with tears.
Louis’s whole body surges with anger and he smacks the pots that were on the counter to the floor, relishing in the loud clang that they left. “The fuck are you trying to say Harry? Does this look like a joke to me? How could you say that?” Louis says, and he’s yelling, yelling like he’s never yelled at anyone before.
“Yeah, well you have no problem denying it to everyone. No problem yelling at girls on Twitter, no problem laughing it off in interviews like it’s nothing, absolutely nothing to you!” Harry says, shouting right back.
“Yelling at girls on Twitter? Don’t tell me you that stupid Harry.” Louis says, each word laced with malicious venom. “You fucking know that I don’t control that.”
“You don’t seem to do much to stop it either!” Harry says.
“Do you know what I fucking do for you? For us?” Louis shouts. His voice is going to be course and raw in the morning, but he doesn’t think of that.
“I have the fake girlfriend Harry. I’M the one who has to go on fake dates, and take fake pictures, and say how much I love her. I’M the one who has to deal with management taking over my Twitter. I’M the one that looks like the asshole to all our fans. I’M the one they hate.” Louis says, his voice catching a bit. “And you know what? I do all of things because I fucking love you. I do these things so you don’t have to, I’ll take the lies and the hate and fucking Eleanor if it means you don’t have to. That’s how much I fucking love you.” Louis says, his chest heaving. “You don’t have to do shit for our relationship Harry.”
Harry widens his eyes. “Don’t go there with me Lou.” Harry says warningly, his voice low.
“What the fuck do you do?” Louis demands. “Oh, that’s right. Nothing. You’re the adorable one. The charming, handsome, front man of the band. Sorry that must be so hard for you.” Louis mocks, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Now it was Harry’s turn to be furious. “How dare you.” Harry shouts, banging his fists against Louis chest. “How fucking dare you. I don’t have to do anything? Every single fucking day I’ve got management setting me up with different girls to play up the “player” image. I’VE supposedly slept with four hundred and ten women. I’M the one that gets thousands of tweets telling me how disgusting I am, how dirty and filthy and worthless I am.” Harry says, the tears now streaming down his face. “And the worst part? The worst part is everyday I have to sit next to my boyfriend. I have to listen to him go on about his “girlfriend”, have to hear him deny us, have to put up with it and not do a thing about it.”
Harry stops for a moment to catch his breath, because he’s almost completely sobbing right now. “Sometimes,” He pants out. “Sometimes I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore.” And for the first time in his life, Louis raises his hand to someone.
Harry gasps and brings a hand to his stinging cheek, rubbing the place where Louis’s flat palm had struck.
Before Harry had time to even feel the pain over the initial shock of it all, Louis was attaching his lips to his. The kiss was hard and bruising and not even remotely romantic. Their teeth clacked together painfully and Louis bit down on Harry’s plump pink lips with a force that was harsher than necessary.
“Ow,” Harry hissed, reaching up to touch his lip that was bleeding slightly. He glared up at Louis. “Look what you did.” He says holding his hand out where he had wiped the blood off.
Instead of answering Louis just pushes Harry against the counter, knocking more pots off. This time Louis attaches his lips to Harry’s neck; giving him several love bites and bruising the delicate, pale skin there.
“You. Fucking. Arse.” Louis growls in between sucking on Harry’s skin. “How dare you say shit like that. How fucking dare you.” He says, roughly palming Harry’s growing erection through the thick layer of denim. Harry groans rocking his hips up into Louis’s hand.
“You don’t love me as much as I love you, Tomlinson. It’s a fact.” Harry breathes, fingers raking down Louis’s clothed back. “You don’t care as much about us as I do.”
Anger, boiling, white-hot rage fills Louis again. He roughly shoves Harry against the fridge again, painfully gripping his hips, surely leaving bruises. He nips at Harry’s neck again, but this time biting hard enough to draw blood.
“You son of a bitch.” Louis whispers, blue eyes cold and hard as they stared back at green. “I’ll fucking show you who loves you.” He says before ripping, literally ripping Harry’s plaid button up off him, the scattered little pings of buttons hitting the tile floor provided Louis with some weird sort of satisfaction.
Harry gasped at the sight of Louis, his sweet, caring, loving boyfriend violently ripping his shirt off. The boyish smile and mischievous twinkle in Louis’s eyes were completely gone, instead replaced by a darker lust filled shade of blue that was anything but childish.
And in some part of Harry’s brain it clicked. “Nick fucking loves me more than you.” Harry gasped as Louis started pinching his nipples, hard without a trace of teasing.
Louis growled, low in the back of his throat before he pulled Harry towards him and maneuvered them towards the living room. Once they hit the carpeted floor, Louis pushed Harry down to the ground, ignoring the younger boys whimper.
“You better be fucking naked when I get back.” Louis demanded, a threatening edge to his voice. He stormed towards the bedroom to grab the lube, still so fucking pissed at Harry.
Louis came back to find that his request had mostly been granted, Harry had shed all of his clothes except the boxers that were now tented by his massive erection.
Louis got down on all fours and crawled up in between Harry’s legs, dipping his head down to catch the waistband of his boxers in his mouth and slowly pulls them off. Harry lifted his hips and Louis let his slight scruff graze Harry’s swollen cock. Once the boxers were gone, Louis undressed himself quickly, shimming out of his skinny jeans in record speed.
Louis got back down again but this time hovered over Harry kissing him deeply. Harry sighed into the kiss, allowing Louis to push his tongue in and run it around Harry’s hot, wet mouth. As Louis began sucking on Harry’s tongue he trailed his fingers down Harry’s torso, delighting in the way the younger boy shivered. He traced the contours of his abs, teased around all four of his nipples, and played with the v line that led towards his dick.
“Louis, god, Louis, please.” Harry begged, bucking his hips up. His cock was bright red, leaking and lying hard against his stomach. Louis obliges and grabs it roughly with one hand, making Harry almost double in two. “Jesus, Lou,” he breaths. As Louis slowly starts to stroke Harry with one hand, he’s using the other to grab the lube, to open the bottle and to pour it all over his own aching cock.
And without much warning at all, Louis forces Harry legs open and thrusts up into the boy.
Harry’s shout was lost in Louis mouth as the older boy quickly covered the other’s mouth with his own. As Louis continues to kiss Harry, not moving so that he could adjust, he feels the tears of pain streaming down Harry’s face. He brushes them off with one hand, but doesn’t feel too guilty about it.
“Punishment.” Louis gasps when they finally pull away from the kiss. “You say shit like that to me…no prep.” Harry simply nods in response because he’s too breathless to do anything else.
It takes Harry longer to get used to Louis than it usually does, which Louis should probably understand but as soon as Harry starts wiggling his hips, Louis pulls out and slams right back in with a considerable amount of force.
“Ugn.” Harry grunts, his back arching off the carpet, hands in fists banging on the floor because there was nothing to grab onto.
“I. Fucking. Love. You.” Louis chants, in between thrusts. Harry’s face is scrunched up with want and need and desperation and Louis fucks him harder.
“Going make it so you can’t walk tomorrow.” Louis promises, lifting one of Harry’s legs off the floor and hiking it up over his shoulder, changing the angle a bit. “Rug burns on your back, love bites on your neck, Harry Styles there is no denying you are mine.”
Harry doesn’t respond, he just moans pornographically. The new position allowed the head of Louis cock to massage Harry’s bundle of nerves with each thrust and Harry was going to come without having his cock even touched.
“Harry?” Louis asked, almost sweetly despite his constant pounding into Harry.
“Yes, Lou?” Harry breathed, his sweat-damp curls sticking to his forehead in sweat.
“I love you.” And just like that Harry comes; hard, really hard, painting both his and Louis chest with thick white ribbons.
Louis continues to thrust forcefully, continues to hit that bundle of nerves, and Harry’s beginning to feel the sensitivity. “Lou…Lou stop.” Harry begs, twitching his hips.
Louis doesn’t let up though; instead he starts playing with Harry’s nipples this time. Flicking them and pinching them harder than before making Harry keen loudly and arch into Louis touch.
Harry watches amazed, as his cock slowly starts to rise again even though he had just came.
“That’s right baby, so responsive, c’mon gonna make you come twice.” Louis encourages, grabbing Harry’s cock and starting to pump it vigorously.
Harry flinches at the contact, still much to sensitive for that. “Louis.” He whimpers tossing his head from side to side.
Louis starts to thumb the slit of his already leaking again cock and Harry tries to buck up into his hand.
“Fucking incredibly Haz.” Louis says, moving his hands off Harry’s cock to massage his balls. “Look how beautiful you are.”
“Louis?” Harry whimpers, feeling the familiar pull in his stomach that lets him know he’s going to come again any second.
“Yeah babe?” Louis gasps, because he’s almost there too.
“This is what we’re fighting for.” Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around Louis’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss, all while Louis continued to fuck Harry. “I love you, so fucking much.”
Louis gives a final tug on Harry’s raw cock and he comes again, jerkily spurting his come in between them again. Louis thrusts into Harry just a few more times before he’s coming too, inside Harry, feeling those muscles clench around him deliciously.
Louis pulled out and both boys laid on the uncomfortable carpet while trying to catch their breaths.
“We should. Fight more often.” Harry pants out.
Louis turns his head and gives him boyfriend a confused expression. Harry just smiles and leans closer to kiss Louis on the forehead.
“Fucking love make-up sex.”
Posted on Wednesday, 28 November
Tagged as: larry stylinson larry stylinson smut smut lourry lourry smut hario and louigi larry fanfic larry fanfiction angry rough overstimulation niam
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