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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson
  Additional Tags:
      Nerd!Harry, First_Time, Punk!Louis
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-22 Words: 3783
****** Never In Your Wildest Dreams ******
by leonpaladin
Summary
     It’s prom night and Harry’s all alone – still nerdy, still has those
     magnifying glasses of spectacles, and still a loser. But that night
     was nothing of the ordinary as two drunken blue eyes watched him with
     lust and he didn’t even know it. (Or the time when a nerdy Harry
     fucks the brains out of a drunk Louis)
Notes
     [A/N: This is the first time I am ever doing an unprecedented one
     shot. Marcel is just driving me crazy right now! And all these
     picture of Harry transforming from geek to Greek is just–oh, God, I
     can’t even begin to describe it. Anyway, this might be crappy but I
     hope you enjoy it!]
They were all dancing and he wasn’t. Harry felt like shit. He took off his
glasses, not caring whether or not he could see a thing. He was, after all,
invisible to all of them. He was nothing. Harry was just the nerd who couldn’t
make any friends, couldn’t even get a date for the prom…and couldn’t even get
laid for once in his life.
As he sat on one of the benches in the gym, drinking some punch, Harry was
unaware of the pair of blue eyes across the room, staring hungrily at him.
Louis couldn’t take his eyes off of Harry for just one second. He couldn’t
understand why nobody wanted to go out with the lad. If they only knew how hot
he was under all of that nerdy armor that he had. Louis knew firsthand what
Harry looked like under those glasses and that too-small sweater vest: toned,
chiseled body and – oh, god – he had a fucking butterfly tattoo. Who knew,
right? He saw it once during their gym class together.
When Harry took another swig from the red cup he was holding, Louis couldn’t
take it anymore. Something about the curly haired lad just turned him on –
something about his nerdy-ness made Louis hot all over – and hell he’ll do
anything to satisfy his craving for Harry. He threw to some godforsaken corner
in the dark his empty bottle of beer and headed towards Harry.
Harry, oblivious and literally blind of what’s coming, put his glasses back on
and headed for another batch of punch. The buffet table was empty aside from a
senior and a cheerleader at the other end, snogging on a chair. Of course, they
took no notice of Harry. The curly haired lad filled his cup almost to the brim
and almost spilled back to the bowl when he felt two hands slithering around
his waist.
“Hey, wanna have fun?” whispered Louis seductively. “How come a guy like you is
all alone?”
Harry mistook the older lad’s tone as mocking and turned around, splashing the
ice cold punch onto Louis’ face. “Shit!” gasped the older lad. The punch felt
like a cold wake-up call. “Listen, you fucker, if you’re here to make fun of
me, you picked the wrong guy,” said Harry.
“I’m not gonna make fun of you!” said Louis. God, Harry was hotter when he was
angry and Louis couldn’t stop himself from forming a smirk on his lips. “You
just caught my eye and…” The older lad sighed, seeing that he was nowhere good
at flirting – especially with Harry Styles. Louis cursed in his head. It was
now or never. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
Harry’s eyes widened, but he forced himself not to blush and just scoffed. “T-
This is a prank, isn’t it? I’m not g-gay.”
“But I am,” replied Louis, his eyes darkening with lust as they raked down
Harry’s body. “Especially for you…”
The younger lad just stared at the guy in front of him. Harry’s eyes scanned
Louis completely – the earrings on his ears, the kohl eyeliner, and the tattoos
showing at the bottom of his neck. Yes, this was definitely Louis – Louis
Tomlinson. The same Louis Tomlinson from his gym class whom he had, for almost
a year now, a serious crush on. All this time, he thought Louis wasn’t gay but
now, the older lad was telling him that he was. It seemed too good to be true.
“Look,” started Harry. “If this is a prank, just get to it already. Dump a
whole bucket of paint on me, throw me into a garbage can, or do a swirlie of me
in the toilet.”
“Have you ever been pranked?” said Louis. Harry just stared at him and he
smirked. “Exactly. You’ve never been pranked because of me.”
“You?”
“Yeah, me,” said Louis proudly. He inched closer to Harry, causing the younger
lad to bump onto the buffet table. The older lad leaned closer, their chests
almost touching. “The reason why that water balloon didn’t fling on you? Me.
The whoopee cushion? Me. The sticky glue? Me. The reason why you got out of the
locker room during gym class before the foot powder would’ve turned you into a
curly ghost? That was me.”
Harry’s breathing hitched as Louis’ hand pressed onto his waist, slithering
further down to his pants. “Enough proof, Harry? This isn’t a prank…it’s the
real deal.” The younger lad failed to hold back a throaty moan as Louis palmed
his showing erection. Louis raised his eyebrow, grinning. “You sure you’re not
gay? Or am I just really turning you on?”
“I-I’m not–” But as Louis slipped his hand into Harry’s pants, the younger lad
couldn’t contain himself anymore. All the notion that this was just some way to
humiliate him just disappeared in a snap and was replaced by some kind of
neediness to feel more. Other than that, the way Louis told him that he saved
him on multiple occasions from pranks made him feel like maybe someone in this
school does care for him – that someone does like him.
When Louis withdrew his hand from Harry’s pants, the younger lad just grabbed
Louis cheeks and crashed their lips together. It was something he had never
felt before, how soft Louis’ lips were as they fluidly moved against his, and
the taste of alcohol in his mouth made Harry just want to lose control of
himself. At first, it was unimaginable. Never in his head did he imagine
someone to kiss him that night and somehow, it came true. And it felt so good.
“Please, Harry,” Louis pleaded as they broke apart. “Just fuck me, please.”
“Can’t do it here,” grunted Harry, his glasses almost falling off from the
bridge of his nose.
“Where then?” asked Louis impatiently.
“M-Music room,” suggested Harry. “No one ever goes there.”
“Fair enough.”
 
It was easy enough for Harry and Louis to disappear from the partying crowd at
the gym. Honestly, nobody would’ve cared if Harry disappeared at all. Without
any debate at all, Harry grabbed Louis’ ass and carried him to the music room
which was just a few rooms away. Harry knew it would be unlocked and he was
thankful that it was. The younger lad pushed the door open with his back on it,
continuing to kiss Louis. After they had entered, Harry locked the door and
placed Louis on top of the grand piano.
The older lad kicked off his Toms to some place in the room that he did not
care about at the moment and wrapped his legs around the younger lad’s waist,
pulling him closer.
Harry grabbed the hem of Louis shirt and lifted it up, revealing the layers of
tattoo underneath. “Shit,” muttered Harry under his breath. “You’re so fucking
hot.” And he was – to Harry, Louis was. The tattoos may have been extensive but
there were still hints of the golden tanned skin underneath. Harry’s thing for
tattoos began when he was doing research on his paper on the culture of
Polynesian people. How he got into searching for guys with tattoos…it was a
quite long story. But since then, hot guys with tattoos just turn him on.
Yeah, he was gay but he was the closeted kind. He was afraid that if he was
open about it, all the more reason for him to get pranked or worse – get
bullied. Harry didn’t mind the teasing, the shady, judgmental glances and
whispers but what he did mind was his parents finding out about it. And bruises
were a good enough proof of that.
But now, as Louis started nibbling on the skin of his neck, his lip piercing’s
metallic feel rolling down his skin and giving him goose bumps, Harry didn’t
mind if it left a mark. Harry’s hand slipped down to Louis’ pants again,
fumbling on the button and slipping them off. Louis’ boxers were already wet
with pre-cum and tented but Harry didn’t even stop to stare at the perfect
curve that is the older lad’s bum and had Louis out of them quickly; but not
without Louis hissing as his cock sprang out into the mildly cool night air
inside the room.
Louis groaned loudly, locking his lips back with Harry. “Take those damn
clothes off…” he mumbled. “Too much clothes!” Harry chuckled and pulled away.
He started to undo his sweater vest, then his necktie, and finally, much to
Louis delight, Harry took off his long-sleeved shirt, revealing the much
awaited butterfly tattoo over his toned abs. Louis licked his lips and Harry
didn’t wait too long in the loss of contact, and quickly kissed him again,
lifting him off the piano and settling him on the carpeted floor.
“On all fours,” ordered Harry.
The older lad was eager enough to comply, propping himself on his knees and
elbows. He was waiting for what Harry was about to do next but when he turned
his head, he found Harry just staring at him like he saw something that even
words can’t describe.
“H-Harry?” Louis called out to him which made the younger lad snap out of his
trance and mumble, “I’m sorry.” Harry went closer to him, pressing his clothed
erection onto the bare skin of Louis’ bum, and kissing the older lad just by
the shoulders. “I just can’t believe this is happening,” he said with a laugh.
His hand slowly coiled around Louis stomach as he continued to pepper Louis’
back with kisses. “I-I’ve never done this before…” continued Harry shyly.
“It’s alright,” said Louis reassuringly. He got up and turned around to face
Harry. He can see in the younger lad’s eyes that there was perhaps still a
little bit of innocence. “Are you, like…um…a virgin?” When Harry nodded, Louis’
heart raced a bit faster. Imagine that? Louis Tomlinson: the guy who took away
the nerdy Harry Styles’ virginity. But he was sure that Harry would be amazing
and phenomenal and–
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” said Louis with a smile. The older lad wanted to kill
himself. This isn’t a fucking test, Louis! The older lad connected his lips
once again with Harry with him pushing against the younger one more forcefully.
With Harry’s permission, Louis unbuttoned the curly haired lad’s slacks and
pulled them down, resting them by Harry’s knees. Next that came off were his
boxers. Louis wanted to curse loudly about how obscene Harry’s cock was.
Suddenly he got nervous, wondering if that monster of a cock would even fit
inside him.
“H-Harry, p-please…”
It wasn’t just lust anymore that was powering his desire for Harry. He wanted
to feel him, know what it’s like and what it feels – what all those people who
looked down on Harry was missing. Right now, Louis wasn’t looking for a
phenomenal fuck anymore. He wanted to make love with this rather goofy nerd
that stole his heart the moment he saw him in those gym shorts with his eyes
magnified by those lousy excuse for glasses.
Harry complied with his pleas and said, “You’ve got any lube?”
“My left pocket,” breathed Louis out.
Harry goes to the forgotten jeans on the floor and retrieved the bottle of
lube. He knelt back down behind Louis and couldn’t stop his eyes from staring
at Louis bum presented only for him. Suddenly, Harry gulped and quickly poured
some lube all over his fingers. He cupped each cheek with his hands and gave it
one more squeeze, wanting to hear Louis moan again.
Without any hesitation, Harry pushed one finger inside him. He bent down and
kissed Louis back as pushed his finger deeper, and also hearing Louis cry out.
“Shit, you’re tight, so fucking tight.” When Louis’ hips were moving along with
his fingers, Harry added another one. Louis bit his lip; he could taste the
blood seeping out but this was too hot to stop now. Harry added a third finger,
curling it, and finally hitting the spot that made Louis moan loudly.
“Harry…please…just fuck me already!” The curly haired lad wanted to comply but
he slipped a fourth finger into Louis and continued to hit the spot which made
the older lad cry out loud. He spread his fingers apart and corkscrewed it,
making Louis writhe underneath him. “H-Ha…HARRY!” A few more thrusts and Louis
was coming undone on the carpet and Harry pulled his fingers out of Louis.
Louis was panting heavily, eased only with Harry’s soothing stokes on his belly
and soft kisses on his neck. “For a nerd, you’re pretty cruel…” Harry laughed
and started tracing Louis’ spine with his tongue, moving further down until he
reached the older lad’s wet hole and thrust his tongue in it. Louis hissed at
Harry’s continued teasing but moved his hips downward, meeting with Harry’s
thrusts.
“You bloody tease! Just–” Harry withdraws himself from behind Louis and yanked
a fistful of Louis hair. He painfully licked Louis’ earlobe and whispered,
“You’re a fucking cockslut, are you? So eager to have me fuck you…”
He was met with dry sobs and Louis’ pleading eyes, accompanied with his sweaty
forehead where his hair was messily sticking to. “Please…just…please…” With
that, Harry was waiting no more. He went to Louis’ jeans again and searched for
some condoms. But, there wasn’t any.
“You have lube but you don’t have any condoms?!”
“Fuck me raw then,” replied Louis with a smirk. “I wanted to feel your fucking
huge cock anyway.”
Even under those heavily rimmed glasses, Louis could see Harry’s emerald eyes
darken exponentially, like the sun being eclipsed by a very much wanted desire.
Harry grabbed the lube beside him on the floor and coated himself. “You’re
awfully mouthy,” growled Harry. “Sluts like you should be taught a lesson.”
“Yeah, do that. Teach me a lesson with your–” Louis wasn’t even able to finish
his sentence anymore as he felt the head slowly make its way inside of him. He
felt like was going to torn apart into two for there was nothing but resistance
but as Harry continued to slip in, Louis relaxed himself, making it easier for
Harry to bury himself into Louis. Breathing labored and knees scraping on the
rough carpet, Louis turned his head and gave Harry a kiss, telling him to move.
The younger lad understood and slowly withdrew himself, leaving only the tip
and then thrusting back it. As he continued to thrust into Louis, Harry leaned
closer to him, encircling the older lad’s chest with both his arms. For a
while, Louis felt and looked so little, hidden under Harry’s larger physique
but it didn’t felt odd – it felt nice. Of all the rewards Louis could think of,
this was definitely the best one he could ever have.
They both weren’t saying anything for a while, with only the occasional grunts
and moans when Harry hits Louis’ prostate and the older lad clenches around
him. But then, Harry withdrew himself from Louis to which the older lad
protested. Harry turned him over on his back and leaned down on him. “I want to
see you,” explained Harry. “I wanna see your face – that beautiful face – when
we fuck.” On a loss for words, Louis only managed to blush a deep red before
Harry sheathed himself into Louis once more. Louis held tightly onto Harry’s
meaty arms as the younger lad rammed harder into him. His blunt nails dug onto
the younger lad’s skin, his legs wrapped around Harry’s waist, pushing the
younger lad into him.
After a few more thrusts, Harry could feel Louis clenching around him and
thought in the back of his mind that it meant that the older lad wasn’t going
to last very much longer. He sped up his thrusts, hitting his prostate every
time. Louis’ thighs began to shake and the older lad cried out, “I’m not gonna
last–“ Harry wrapped one of his hands around Louis’ cock and started pumping it
as fast as he could, in sync with each of his thrusts. “Open your eyes,” said
Harry. Louis weakly complied, cracking his cerulean eyes open only to gaze upon
Harry’s emerald ones. It wasn’t dark anymore. If anything, it was beautiful.
The younger lad smiled, apparently seeing the same thing in Louis’ own eyes,
and kissed the older lad lovingly, catching Louis’ loud groan into his mouth as
the older lad came undone into his hands, shooting ribbons of white in between
their bodies and pooling on Louis’ belly. “Louis…” breathed Harry.
The sound of it – the pure sweet deep voice of Harry Styles – was more than
enough to have him go over his edge but he didn’t just slump on the carpet but
continued to fuck himself onto Harry, riding out his own orgasm and purposely
clenching around the younger lad’s cock which he can feel throbbing inside of
him.
Louis knew Harry was also almost there. His hand caressed the younger lad’s
cheek, and then both hands moved to cling themselves onto the back of Harry’s
neck, pulling Harry closer to him and playing with the short curls there. Harry
was already shaking. “It’s okay, love,” whispered Louis. “Go on…come for me.”
Harry snapped his hips harder into Louis for a few more times before locking
his eyes with the older, smaller lad underneath him, and then his lips parted,
shouting Louis’ name over and over again until it was only a whisper and he
almost lost his strength; Harry slowly rested onto Louis’ small chest, panting
heavily.
They stayed still for a while, too exhausted to even move. But Harry managed
himself to get off Louis – rather dizzily – and pulled himself out, the older
lad whimpering at the loss of the sensation of being full. He could feel the
cum leaking out but he still couldn’t move. Only his eyes were able to follow
Harry’s motions. Louis thought Harry would get up, fetch his clothes, and then
just leave.
It was always like that for him. It was always just a good fuck and after that
nothing. The same feeling was slowly eating him again now – the loneliness. But
he thought wrong. Harry only went to grab his handkerchief and went to wipe the
cum off of Louis’ cheeks. After that, the younger lad laid beside him on the
carpet, his glasses foggy.
“I thought you were gonna leave me and just go,” mumbled Louis.
“And why would I do that?” asked Harry. His hands slid down to Louis’ hip,
pulling him closer to him. They still were both sticky and sweaty but Louis
couldn’t care less. He rested his head on the crook of Harry’s neck, snuggling
like a kitten. “I don’t know,” was his soft reply.
Harry pressed a kiss onto Louis’ tousled hair and said, “Listen, I’m not gonna
leave… I don’t want to.” Louis only replied with a slight chuckle to which
Harry used his other hand to cup the older lad’s chin, making him look up to
Harry’s expression. “I mean it. I–” Louis couldn’t figure out whether Harry was
blushing because of exhaustion or something else but it became more evident
when Harry said, “I like you, Louis! Okay…um…not like. I-I think I love you.”
Louis just stared at him though a smile was already dawning on his lips. “At
least for the past year I think I do,” added Harry.
That’s when Louis finally smiled. “I love you too, Harry, ever since I first
saw you.”
After that, it was to silence; the sound of music from the gym couldn’t even
penetrate the walls of rightness that enclosed the two of them right now.
Neither of them said any words for the smiles on their faces were enough to
describe how they were both feeling – how good it felt to finally find a love
that, though complete opposites, fit perfectly like long lost jigsaw puzzles
only joined together by fate.
Somehow, Louis just wanted to shout to everyone in the gym that Harry was his
and him the same. He wanted to scream to them how wrong they were – how blind
they were – of people and who they truly were. But that didn’t matter now. All
that mattered was that Harry was there with him and that they both shared the
same feeling they kept from each other until now. Louis couldn’t be happier
than he was right now.
Harry hummed cutely, breathing in the orangey scent of Louis’ hair. His hands
continued to hold themselves tightly around Louis’ hips, keeping him safe for
he was a treasure to Harry now – a treasure he so long waited to have. And he
wasn’t going to give him back. It was selfish but it he felt it must be called
differently because selfishness was bad and this wasn’t.
“I love you,” muttered Harry again.
Louis laughed and kissed the nape of Harry’s neck. “I won’t reply the usual
way. That sounds cheesey.” Instead, he trailed his lips up towards Harry’s lips
and melded his lips with the younger lad’s. “Sometimes,” he said after pulling
away, “words aren’t enough to tell someone how you feel. Actions speak louder
than words and the same goes with love.”
“That’s still cheesey!” chuckled Harry.
Louis rolled his eyes and asked, “You brought your car?”
“Yeah,” said Harry. “Why?”
“Your parents home?”
Harry raised his eyebrow. “No, they’re out for the rest of the week. Why?”
“Drive me home, I want to get some stuff,” said Louis. When Harry didn’t reply,
Louis scoffed and kissed him again. “God, for a nerd, you’re awfully slow.” He
sat up and leaned down to the shell of Harry’s left ear. “What do you say about
a round two?”
Harry blushed which looked terribly cute to Louis and stood up, pulling Louis
with him. His hands slowly made their way down to Louis’ bum, giving them a
soft squeeze to which Louis gasped. “Maybe,” said Harry, smirking. “You know, I
can do a lot more things when there’s a proper bed…”
Louis held back a moan. “I reallylove you, Harry.”
“Finally, you get to say the cheesy line.” The younger lad smiled, his eyes
gleaming under that nerdy glasses of his. He connected their lips together
again, kissing languidly and still not getting enough of each other. Yes, they
were both different and that’s what makes their love special. They were both at
the ends of what was normal and that’s what made their love extraordinary.
“I love you too, Louis,” said Harry. “I love you like I’ve never had in my
wildest dreams.”
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