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Title: Tradition.
Pairing: Harry/Louis (Larry Stylinson)
Summary: Prompted by an Anon on tumblr; A lot of things happen before and after filming a video diary. They always had. It seems that for Louis and Harry, tradition just continued.
Little bit of a slow start… sorry about that.
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“Niall, honestly, stop laughing.” Despite his serious tone, Zayn couldn’t help but chuckle at his Irish friend as they arranged themselves on the sofa.
“Lou… what is that?” asked Harry uncertainly, eyeing the white bundle in his friends’ hands. It looked like a sock, a giant sock with a little cut in it, probably for breathing purposes.
“This, my dear Hazza…” said Louis, as he pulled the thing over his head, arranging it around his features. “Is a face mask… sort of.”
“I can see that,” the curly haired boy laughed. “But why are you wearing it?”
“Because it’s funny.” he said, in a tone of voice which lead Harry to believe his friend thought the answer was quite obvious.
“Guys, come on. We need to start this soon otherwise management are going to kill us, along with the fans.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Niall choked out in between fits of laughter. After a few minutes though, they all managed to calm down enough to start filming.
“Hi, we’re One Direction and this is another… video diary!” Louis’ introduction was followed by a round of “Yay’s” and “Woop’s” from him and the other lads.
Harry found himself zoning out for a few seconds, suddenly feeling quite camera shy as he had no-one surrounding him on both sides. He was on display, and he hated the tiny amount of vulnerability that was gnawing away at him as he acknowledged this.
He was brought back down to earth when he heard Louis speak once more.
“…When we were on the X-factor tour…”
Oh god… don’t blush, Harry. Don’t blush… stop it. Stop staring and for God’s sake don’t remember that night. Stop staring!
As casually as he could, he turned his head once more to view the camera, trying his best to block out the memories that were flooding through his head at the mention of their first tour with everyone from the show.
It was during that tour that he realised his feelings for his band mate ran a little (okay, a lot) deeper than simply platonic, and as it turned out, being best friends with someone like Louis meant that keeping secrets was practically impossible. He had bugged him to no end to find out why he was so jumpy around him, until he eventually caved in and told him everything.
He had expected the older boy to freak out, especially considering the fact that after every video diary they had previously done, he had jokingly kissed him so dangerously close to the lips it left his heart pounding. He half expected him to throw a fit, remind him that he had a girlfriend and that Harry was absolutely mental for crushing on him, exclaiming that he never wanted to be alone with him again, but he hadn’t.
Instead, he had sat there quietly listening to Harry pour his heart out, nodding and smiling encouragingly every now and then to show it was alright. When Harry had finally finished with a lame ‘So yeah… that’s it.’ he had done nothing but stand up and hug him, telling him it was fine, because after all ‘who wouldn’t be in love with me, eh?’ Harry hadn’t pointed out that he had never used the word ‘love’ while explaining his predicament, he just let it wash over them, (it hadn’t been far from the truth, anyway. He knew that he wasn’t in love with him yet, but it wouldn’t have taken long before he was.) and they had moved on. They had remained best friends. Touchy, cuddly, best friends with no concept of personal space (at least when it came to each other.) and Harry was fine with that. When he didn’t think about it.
“…Do a little ‘excited dance’.” he turned back to the conversation, a small smile creeping over his face as he watched the boy he loved make a complete fool out of himself. That was one of the reasons he loved him, after all.
God, I’m screwed.
He tried his best, but throughout the first half he just couldn’t keep his gaze focused on anything but Louis for more than a few seconds. Even when they decided to evacuate the couch while he was speaking, he couldn’t help but stay more upright than the other lads, never straying too far from his friend.
Of course he used that to his advantage when it came to sitting back down again, automatically sliding into Liam’s old spot before anyone else had the chance.
It was childish, he admitted to himself, to want to be next to him all the time. He had been doing so bloody well, too. He had finally started to deal with not being around Louis 24/7, he’d even gotten a kind-of casual girlfriend (not that that had lasted long, what with the huge controversy surrounding it,) but then he had to go and remember that goddamn tour and everything he had accomplished in the last few months had gone to pot.
Fuck my life.
The rest of the recording passed in a blur, and by the end of it Harry was honestly and completely confused.
“Hey, Curly!” Louis jumped in front of him, the moment he came back through the door.
“Hey Lou,” he smiled, trying not to think too hard about the days events. Maybe it was just his obsessed, teenage mind talking, or had Louis actually seemed jealouswhen Liam started to mess about with his hair? Or when he and Niall made kissy faces as a joke? Surly the throwing of the Irish boys doll had nothing to do with that…. right?
And then he had kissed him. Well, technically he had kissed his doll, but that had to count for something, didn’t it?
No, he told himself bitterly. He only did that so he didn’t have to kiss you once the cameras were off.
“What are you thinking about?” came the soft voice in his ear, interrupting his thoughts.
“Just… you know, old times and stuff. Nothing important.” he forced a smile onto his face, trying to ignore the way his skin practically burned in the areas Louis touched him.
They were alone now, Niall and Zayn having gone off in the search of food, while Liam went to speak to the camera department about the cuts they had to make in the dairy.
The Doncaster lad ran his fingertips through Harry’s hair, until his hand rested on the back of his neck.
“Nothing important?” he asked softly, a small smirk playing on his lips.
Harry swallowed. The space between them seemed to become less and less with every breath he took, but that couldn’t be right, could it? Surely it was his imagination.
“N-not really…” he murmured, his eyes stinging with the temptation to glance from Louis’ eyes to hips lips. He resisted, but only barely.
Damn feelings.
“Well that’s a shame.” the older boy whispered, and Harry could have sworn thathis gaze did flicker to his lips for a second. “Because I thought that old times… consisted of something like this.”
The breath caught in Harry’s throat as he registered the fact that Louis’ face was now a mere centimetre away from his, if that.
Instinctively, he licked his lips in preparation, which was probably a good idea as seconds later, he felt a pair of damp, warm lips press gently against his own, andGod was this different to all the ones they’d shared in the past!
It was soft, cautious (almost like testing the waters, like they hadn’t done this before.) and cheeky. When Harry felt something wet against his lips, he realised that they hadn’t done this before. This was new. Utterly and completely new andhello tongue. He opened his mouth a little, allowing the kiss to deepen, granting Louis the access that he sought.
When, a few moments later, they drew apart slowly, Harry watched in amazement as a small trail of saliva fell from their mouths and onto Louis’ bottom lip, and damnhe shouldn’t have found that as hot as he did.
“You’re staring.” Louis chuckled, tongue darting out to lick his lips nervously.
“Can’t help it.” Clearing his throat, Harry shook his head softly. “Sorry, where were we?”
The older boy grinned. “About to grab food with the others, come on.” and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the room.
Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t an idiot for falling in love with his best friend after all.
Pairing: Harry/Louis (Larry Stylinson)
Summary: Prompted by an Anon on tumblr; A lot of things happen before and after filming a video diary. They always had. It seems that for Louis and Harry, tradition just continued.
Little bit of a slow start… sorry about that.
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“Niall, honestly, stop laughing.” Despite his serious tone, Zayn couldn’t help but chuckle at his Irish friend as they arranged themselves on the sofa.
“Lou… what is that?” asked Harry uncertainly, eyeing the white bundle in his friends’ hands. It looked like a sock, a giant sock with a little cut in it, probably for breathing purposes.
“This, my dear Hazza…” said Louis, as he pulled the thing over his head, arranging it around his features. “Is a face mask… sort of.”
“I can see that,” the curly haired boy laughed. “But why are you wearing it?”
“Because it’s funny.” he said, in a tone of voice which lead Harry to believe his friend thought the answer was quite obvious.
“Guys, come on. We need to start this soon otherwise management are going to kill us, along with the fans.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Niall choked out in between fits of laughter. After a few minutes though, they all managed to calm down enough to start filming.
“Hi, we’re One Direction and this is another… video diary!” Louis’ introduction was followed by a round of “Yay’s” and “Woop’s” from him and the other lads.
Harry found himself zoning out for a few seconds, suddenly feeling quite camera shy as he had no-one surrounding him on both sides. He was on display, and he hated the tiny amount of vulnerability that was gnawing away at him as he acknowledged this.
He was brought back down to earth when he heard Louis speak once more.
“…When we were on the X-factor tour…”
Oh god… don’t blush, Harry. Don’t blush… stop it. Stop staring and for God’s sake don’t remember that night. Stop staring!
As casually as he could, he turned his head once more to view the camera, trying his best to block out the memories that were flooding through his head at the mention of their first tour with everyone from the show.
It was during that tour that he realised his feelings for his band mate ran a little (okay, a lot) deeper than simply platonic, and as it turned out, being best friends with someone like Louis meant that keeping secrets was practically impossible. He had bugged him to no end to find out why he was so jumpy around him, until he eventually caved in and told him everything.
He had expected the older boy to freak out, especially considering the fact that after every video diary they had previously done, he had jokingly kissed him so dangerously close to the lips it left his heart pounding. He half expected him to throw a fit, remind him that he had a girlfriend and that Harry was absolutely mental for crushing on him, exclaiming that he never wanted to be alone with him again, but he hadn’t.
Instead, he had sat there quietly listening to Harry pour his heart out, nodding and smiling encouragingly every now and then to show it was alright. When Harry had finally finished with a lame ‘So yeah… that’s it.’ he had done nothing but stand up and hug him, telling him it was fine, because after all ‘who wouldn’t be in love with me, eh?’ Harry hadn’t pointed out that he had never used the word ‘love’ while explaining his predicament, he just let it wash over them, (it hadn’t been far from the truth, anyway. He knew that he wasn’t in love with him yet, but it wouldn’t have taken long before he was.) and they had moved on. They had remained best friends. Touchy, cuddly, best friends with no concept of personal space (at least when it came to each other.) and Harry was fine with that. When he didn’t think about it.
“…Do a little ‘excited dance’.” he turned back to the conversation, a small smile creeping over his face as he watched the boy he loved make a complete fool out of himself. That was one of the reasons he loved him, after all.
God, I’m screwed.
He tried his best, but throughout the first half he just couldn’t keep his gaze focused on anything but Louis for more than a few seconds. Even when they decided to evacuate the couch while he was speaking, he couldn’t help but stay more upright than the other lads, never straying too far from his friend.
Of course he used that to his advantage when it came to sitting back down again, automatically sliding into Liam’s old spot before anyone else had the chance.
It was childish, he admitted to himself, to want to be next to him all the time. He had been doing so bloody well, too. He had finally started to deal with not being around Louis 24/7, he’d even gotten a kind-of casual girlfriend (not that that had lasted long, what with the huge controversy surrounding it,) but then he had to go and remember that goddamn tour and everything he had accomplished in the last few months had gone to pot.
Fuck my life.
The rest of the recording passed in a blur, and by the end of it Harry was honestly and completely confused.
“Hey, Curly!” Louis jumped in front of him, the moment he came back through the door.
“Hey Lou,” he smiled, trying not to think too hard about the days events. Maybe it was just his obsessed, teenage mind talking, or had Louis actually seemed jealouswhen Liam started to mess about with his hair? Or when he and Niall made kissy faces as a joke? Surly the throwing of the Irish boys doll had nothing to do with that…. right?
And then he had kissed him. Well, technically he had kissed his doll, but that had to count for something, didn’t it?
No, he told himself bitterly. He only did that so he didn’t have to kiss you once the cameras were off.
“What are you thinking about?” came the soft voice in his ear, interrupting his thoughts.
“Just… you know, old times and stuff. Nothing important.” he forced a smile onto his face, trying to ignore the way his skin practically burned in the areas Louis touched him.
They were alone now, Niall and Zayn having gone off in the search of food, while Liam went to speak to the camera department about the cuts they had to make in the dairy.
The Doncaster lad ran his fingertips through Harry’s hair, until his hand rested on the back of his neck.
“Nothing important?” he asked softly, a small smirk playing on his lips.
Harry swallowed. The space between them seemed to become less and less with every breath he took, but that couldn’t be right, could it? Surely it was his imagination.
“N-not really…” he murmured, his eyes stinging with the temptation to glance from Louis’ eyes to hips lips. He resisted, but only barely.
Damn feelings.
“Well that’s a shame.” the older boy whispered, and Harry could have sworn thathis gaze did flicker to his lips for a second. “Because I thought that old times… consisted of something like this.”
The breath caught in Harry’s throat as he registered the fact that Louis’ face was now a mere centimetre away from his, if that.
Instinctively, he licked his lips in preparation, which was probably a good idea as seconds later, he felt a pair of damp, warm lips press gently against his own, andGod was this different to all the ones they’d shared in the past!
It was soft, cautious (almost like testing the waters, like they hadn’t done this before.) and cheeky. When Harry felt something wet against his lips, he realised that they hadn’t done this before. This was new. Utterly and completely new andhello tongue. He opened his mouth a little, allowing the kiss to deepen, granting Louis the access that he sought.
When, a few moments later, they drew apart slowly, Harry watched in amazement as a small trail of saliva fell from their mouths and onto Louis’ bottom lip, and damnhe shouldn’t have found that as hot as he did.
“You’re staring.” Louis chuckled, tongue darting out to lick his lips nervously.
“Can’t help it.” Clearing his throat, Harry shook his head softly. “Sorry, where were we?”
The older boy grinned. “About to grab food with the others, come on.” and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the room.
Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t an idiot for falling in love with his best friend after all.