Harry and Louis laid under the covers on Harry's mattress, both naked, but comfortable.
"That was great," Louis whispered. Harry nodded and smiled softly at Louis.
"We should do it again sometime," Harry joked. Louis sat up and kissed Harry's lips, before slipping out of the bed and wrapping the sheet around him.
"But for right now, I'm hungry," Louis said, walking out of the room and into the kitchen.
Harry watched (but, he'd never admit to it) as Louis walked out of the room. He watched as Louis' hips gently walked back and forth.
He knew he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with Louis.
Suddenly Louis yelled from someplace in the house, "Come make me some food. I can't cook for shit!"
"Bruh."
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Bruh: The Original Version (A Larry Text Story)
FanfictionNew DM from @itsharrybruh itsharrybruh: Hello there louisfantasies: hello "Bruh" itsharrybruh: f4f? louisfantasies: sure ***** Or the one where Harry finds Louis' account while on social media and deems him worthy enough to message.
