Summer Shirts

Little Summery Thing. Larry.


1. Oneshot

“Harry, you really don’t have to.” Louis said with an added wink, “I’m sure she can do it by herself.”

Harry scoffed at him, looking him up and down in a way that was supposed to look like he was judging him, “I’m surprised at you Tomlinson, I would’ve pegged you for a mommas boy!”

Louis frowned at scrunched up his eyes at his boyfriend, internally cursing him out, “Fine, but you don’t know what you’re missing!”

Louis sashayed out, turning around to take one more look at Harry while trying to use his ass to sway Harry into changing his mind, and even though Harry’s eyes lingered for more than a moment, he still met Louis’ eyes and blew him a kiss. Rolling his eyes, Louis retreated into his house, yelling to tell his mom that Harry was ready. She bustled past him, placing a kiss on his cheek and saying something about him having a good taste in boys.

Plopping himself down on his bed, Louis turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, finally settling on MTV, there just so happened to be a Teen Wolf marathon on and he needed to catch up.

In the end, Louis ended up sitting still for about half and episode before he got too antsy and got up to bring drinks out to Harry and his mom. He put a few ice cubes into both glasses and filled them up to the brim with water. Taking one glass in each hand he walked out into the front yard where they were working.

Louis made it out the front door and onto the driveway before he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at his shirtless boyfriend. And normally he wouldn’t mind, if it wasn’t for the girls who’d started to accumulate outside the house adjacent to his. Squinting his eyes partially from the sunlight beating down on him, but mostly from the rage of seeing all those girls staring at HIS man, he walked over to where Harry was standing, handed both of the glasses to his mother, and tapped Harry on the shoulder.

In retrospect, he admired the girls for being able to pick out a pretty face from the other side of the street, but Harry was his, and he wasn’t shy about letting people know it; which is why he smiled up at the adorable boy, placed a hand on the back of his head, and smashed their lips together, eliciting a collective gasp from the group of girls that had swelled to include about twenty members.

Louis continued to make out with Harry, who was now oblivious to anything else going on, including the girls across the street packing up their lawn chairs. It wasn’t until Mrs. Tomlinson turned to see the scene they were making and slapped Louis on the arm with her hat.

“Really Loius?”

He turned around and flashed her a smile before turning back to Harry, who was staring at him with his ridiculous puppy dog eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Louis yelled at him, punctuating it with a smile.

Harry leaned down to kiss him one more time,

“I don’t think I need anything else.”

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