tattoos and dimples (Larry stylinson)

Harry is just an ordinary boy in college. Somewhat... He's bullied for the fact that's he's gay, and when bullying consist of serious injuries, it's pretty rough for him. Then he met Louis. The misjudged, Punk rocker, tattoo artist with a heart of gold. Harry instantly fell for him. He fell hard. And with Louis bad past, he helps him open up. With a possible relationship with the 21 year old in return.


21. chapter 20

(ahhh so sorry about all the late updates,love you guys, enjoy)

-louis p.o.v-

I groaned at the light that shown through the window and lazily pulled my arms
around Harry. I smiled, remembering how he came home with me last night.
And how it was pretty intense night for the both of us. Which seemed to consist
of extreme snogging and moans. I was quite fine with it, although Harry, I would
imagine be sore.
I laid my head on the pillow, right beside his head. I observed my love bites and
bruises I had given him last night, with a light smile on my face. I pressed a
lingering kiss to his curls, and down the nape of his neck, when he started to
"Louis" His morning voice mumbled. He flipped himself over slowly and his
green met my blue. "Morning." He smiled his eyes still closed. I stoked his
cheek lightly with my thumb.
"Morning. You know what today is?" I asked. Harry's eyes opened and squinted
slightly at the light in the room.
"What?" He asked.
"Our last full day together." He groaned and buried his head in my bare
"Why did you tell me that?" He asked. I smiled.
"Because it's also getting close to a certain somebody's birthday Hazza!" I said
poking at his sides. He let out one of those adorable giggles, letting his
dimples shine through.
"I know!" He said sitting up and attempting to get out of bed. He instantly
groaned in pain and froze, I scrambled to his side. I ran my warm fingers over
his back.
"Sore?" I asked smirking.
"Shut up." He muttered. I pressed a kiss to his shoulders.
"You'll be fine babe." I smiled. I got up and looked at our scattered mess around
the floor. Searching for mine and Harry's boxers. Pulling on my Topmans and
heading towards the kitchen. I poured water into the kettle and slid it over the burner on the stove, then grabbed 2 bowls and the carton of milk out of the
fridge, as Harry made his way in. He wrapped his arms around my waist and
rest his chin on my shoulder.
"You can only make tea can't you?" He smiled. I shrugged my shoulders lightly.
Harry stopped me from pouring the milk out. I gave him an unsure look. "Let me
cook something-"
"Harry no you're the guest." I told him.
"Who got nailed into your mattress, I insist I do something. I'll be stiff in my
muscles forever if I don't." I sighed and put the milk and cereals back. He
grinned grabbing the eggs, butter, and a pan. "Eggs and toast sound okay?"
He asked. I nodded and waited for the water to brew, pushing my head into my
We ate out breakfast in a bit of silence. Harry's breakfast was great,
considering I burn nearly everything I touch. So I was quick to eat it, as Harry
took his time.
"Tired?" I lifted my head up towards him.
"I'm sorry babe, what?" I asked. I felt his, hot from holding the mug, hand on my
"You alright?" I shrugged.
About what?" He asked setting the plate down.
"My mum actually..." I mumbled. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders
and began rocking slightly.
"You miss her?" I nodded.
"I miss all them. Lottie, Fizzy, Dais and Pheeb. My mum. The whole bunch." I
awkwardly smiled.
"Babe, you'll see them soon. I miss Gemma and my mum too." I shook my
"Do you think... Do you think that they'd like us?" I asked. His eyes flashed with
"What do you mean?"
"Like, I'm different. Coated in tattoos and piercings. I just-" He cut me off with a
kiss to the lips.
"Don't worry about it yeah? Let's just have fun on our last day. Whatever you
want. I'll do." I raised my eyebrows in a hinting manner. "Sex really? Again?"
"Well you said whatever I want." I grinned. He rolled his eyes and ran his fingers
through my hair.
"Can you wait a little while?" He asked. I laughed.

"I was kidding Hazzybear." He smiled.
"Is that my new nickname?"
"My mom used to call me Boobear... still does. It's a real kick to my friends at
home." He smiled wider.
"You don't like it do you?"
"It's my mum. My mum's my mum. Nothing I can do about it." I sighed leaning
back into him.
"I'll just call you Loubear." He whispered into my ear. "My Loubear" He said
protectively wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Fine. But your still my Hazzy bear. End of story."
"And you're still rough in bed." He muttered.
"You said sex. I gave you sex. When was the last time you've done it. You
should be used to it." His cheeks turned red.
"I- I um I haven't-"
"OH MY GOD!" I shouted. I sprung up from his arms. "I took your. You were a...
Oh my God Hazza I didn't-"

I'm fine! Louis! I'm fine. Shhh. Stop freaking out."
"It should've been special." I mumbled looking down, I felt immensely guilty.
"It was. It was with you." He smiled. He pulled my chin up towards him and
inched our faces together. "It was perfect okay. It was perfect. I was with you." 
"I should've been gentler at least." I whispered. 
"I actually found dominance kinda hot." My eyes met his. I crashed our lips
together and pulled him on top of me. His arms wrapped around my waist and
his arms around my shoulders.
"Now you'll really be sore." I mumbled against his lips. He chuckled but we
never broke apart. I stuck my hands at his back before getting up, his body still
koala hugging me. I brought him to my room before throwing him on the bed.
"I thought we were gonna wait?" He joked.
"F*ck that. You look hot now!"


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