Larry one shots

I Don't Like His Music... Nevermind🥵💚

Okay, so this is a request from my questionnaire (Still open BTW) hope you like it!

Requested by: @awalkingobsession (on AO3)

Request: a fic where Harry doesn't really like Louis' music until Gemma makes him go to one of Louis' concerts and Louis notices him in the crowd, ideally including smut

TW and other notes: Smut, Bottom!Harry, Top!Louis, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Fluff, BDSM, Orgasm Control, Mentions of Self Harm, Multiple Orgasms, Spanking, Mirror Sex, Body Worship, Degrading Kink, Pain Kink, Subspace, Separation Anxiety

Enjoy!

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"But Gemma, I don't wanna go," Harry whined, "Oh come on, do it for me, my friend bailed last minute, the least you could do is come with me," she told him. "But I don't like his music," Gemma rolled his eyes, "Just give it a chance maybe you'll like it after you meet him," Harry's eyes widened, "We get to meet him?!" Gemma nodded, "Yes," Harry groaned, "This is going to be the worst night ever,"

"Stop being such a child the line is moving," she told him as she dragged her brother along until they were inside. People were piling in around them and Harry was getting annoyed as people pushed and shoved their way through. 

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After about forty-five minutes the lights shut off and the screams grew louder, even though Gemma would not stop talking about this artist, Harry has never thought to look up who this person is or what he looks like, all he knows is that his name is Louis Tomlinson. A spotlight turned on and pointed toward the left side of the stage as the drummer started with a drum roll.

The artist, Louis Tomlinson walked on stage as the fans screamed loudly, he looked up seeing the blue-eyed man looking around. They made eye contact and the green-eyed boy immediately looked away with bright red cheeks, he didn't see it, but Louis smirked slightly and looked up at the venue full of his fans.

Harry couldn't help but bite his lip, Louis was gorgeous, and Harry wasn't going to lie the blue-eyed man was hot too.

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It was about halfway Harry couldn't help but try and move to the side, the song was ending and a spotlight was put on him and he froze. "Mate, where you going? Not enjoying the show?" he heard from the stage behind him, he turned with red cheeks. He tried to speak but couldn't, he turned back around and quickly made his way to the bathroom before locking himself in a stall.

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It was the end of the concert everyone already left except for Harry who was still in the bathroom stall. After a few more minutes, Harry unlocked the stall and quickly walked out of the bathroom knowing if he stayed much longer he would be locked in. As he opened the door he jumped when he saw Louis Tomlinson standing there, "Shit sorry, didn't mean to scare you," Harry's cheeks turned bright red, "It's fine," he murmured before trying to push past the taller man.

"Hey..." he said as he grabbed Harry's wrist, "...Wanted to say sorry for calling you out like that..." Harry's cheeks became darker, "I-It's Harry and it's alright, I really should be getting home," he replied nervously. "I'll have someone drive you home, it's late I don't want you getting hurt," Harry blushed, "I'll be fine, I can find my way back home, I don't want to burden you,"

"Really it's the least I could do," Louis pressured on, "I said I'm fine," he said raising his voice, "Hey! Don't use that tone with me," Louis realized his dominance slipped out, "Shit, sorry, didn't mean to- fuck," Harry turned to him and slightly put his head down, his cheeks flushed. "Sorry sir," he murmured with a slight smirk, not looking Louis in the eyes, Louis raised a brow, "Maybe I can make it up to you in a different way?" Louis said, lifting the younger's chin so that the boy was looking at him.