lou

Age - 22

I like to write about chubby louis :)

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“So what happened with that bloke Lou?” Niall screeched over the loud music. “What?” “That bloke! The one who was shagging you left right and centre! What happened with him?” Niall quirked his eyebrow. Louis giggled. “Oh! Hahaha, he ended it. But it’s fine lad! I was too hot for him anyway!” “Oh louis.” He rolled his eyes. “What I would do to have your confidence!” Louis giggled in response.

***

Louis stretched and squirmed in his bed, slowly opening his eyes. He hadn’t fallen asleep till 3am, munching on snacks and watching Frasier on his laptop.

Thinking about it, he had been munching a lot lately. Oh well, he had a nice body. It probably hadn’t effected him much. He’s always been petite and had never had to worry about weight fluctuations. Wiggling his toes, he got out of bed and plodded to the shower to get ready for work. He was going home next week and couldn’t wait to see his little sisters. His mum was another story, but he didn’t really want to burn a bridge with her and have it affect his relationship with his younger siblings.

Next week rolled around pretty fast. He was trying to pull on jeans he hadn’t worn since summer and felt his heart jolt as the jeans snagged at his thighs. He took in the large expanse of them and felt his tummy squirm. What the fuck! When had this happened?

Liam barged into the room. “Louis! Have you seen my jumper? You didn’t steal it again did you, you little shit.” He started to rummage through Louis' dirty washing pile before finding the soft sweater.

“Ah hah! I knew you had taken it.”

Louis raised his eyebrows at his friend and shrugged. “Aw bless, you’re getting a little tummy there Tommo. A Tommo Tummy! What a great name!” Liam pinched the new little pocket of pudge at Louis’ tummy, smiling fondly.

Louis burned bright red and batted his hand away. He looked down and noticed a slight curve of his tummy. Obviously he’d never had abs, but his belly used to be relatively flat, now it had a bump that jutted out slightly underneath his belly button.

“It’s not funny Payno, piss off. I can’t get my jeans on!”

Louis actually felt his face burn in embarrassment. He’d never had to experience this before and he knew his mum was a little fat phobic. He was panicking. Liam’s faced softened and he pulled his arms back. “Lou, it’s fine. You look adorable. I didn’t mean anything bad by it. Honestly, your new curves are so cute!” He slapped his hands down by his newly soft hips and puffed his cheeks out. “Liam! Help, I’m meant to be going home and look! I’m too fat for my jeans! What am I going to do!” He burrowed his head in his hands and let a tear trickle out. “Seriously Liam, my Mums going to make comments in front of everyone and it’s going to be so embarrassing.”

He let Liam pull him towards his bed and into a hug. “It’s okay Tommo! You’ve just got yourself a little belly and it’s cute, don’t worry about it. I’ve got jeans that will fit your waist, you’ll just need to roll them up at your ankles a little okay?” He nodded and wrapped his arms around his tummy. “Okay, I guess. I’ve never felt this way Liam! I don’t know like…I don’t know! It’s so foreign to me!” He whined. “it’s okay louis, I mean you’re just a little pudgy, you’re not like, fat.” Louis sneered. “Wow jeeze! Thanks Li. You really have a way with words you know.” He sniffed. “what! I’m just being honest. it’s not like it’s bad. You just have a little chub. I think it’s cute.”

louis rolled up to his parents house and braved himself for the inevitable. “Louis son! Good to see you! Oh wow, you’ve sure got comfortable. Getting a little double chin there!” Mark commented, wrapping his stepson in a hug. He caught Mark looking at his midsection but Louis sleeked out of the hug quickly, running into the living room.

His sisters squeezed him tight and they caught up with each others lives before their mum came sauntering in. “Louis dear! How are you! Oh dear look at that stomach! What have you done to yourself!”

“Mum!”

“What I’m just saying, you’ve gained quite a bit of weight! I got you some clothes for Christmas but they probably won’t fit you! My god Louis, look at that belly.”

She reached forward and patted his stomach where it was sticking out the most

So after that Louis became really insecure. And the thing was, he had never had to feel this before. He had always been so comfortable in his skin, eager to flaunt it to the point it was vaguely irritating for whoever was around him. And Louis wasn’t helping himself at all, it was as if all the comments made by his friends and family upset him enough that he actually began to binge a little more.

His mum had slapped his hand away when he reached for more cake at the table. He had been forced to go back home in February to celebrate his parents' anniversary.

“Louis, do you really think you need more?” She had said. “You need new jeans” she had tutted, pinching the small, thick roll of fat that had snuck out his jumper. He had glared at her and stuffed the cake into his mouth, just to annoy her. She had then muttered something about him turning into a right porker if he wasn’t careful.

Louis grew to not mind his heavier body, it was soft and squishy and he liked that he had more curves. But he was so embarrassed and ashamed for anyone else to see it, he knew it wasn’t attractive.

He had a slight double chin now and his thighs were large, rubbing together when he walked. His tummy had turned into a sort of double belly, the top part getting round and hard by the end of the day after he’d overstuffed himself, the lower part staying soft jiggly, almost sitting on his lap when he was sat down.

He was trying to get dressed for the lads night they were going to have, when he realised Liams jeans didn’t fit him at his waist anymore. He felt shame bubbling up in his belly, knowing this was self-inflicted. Maybe he could try and button them underneath his tummy? Yes, that seemed to work, but it meant that his belly was proudly on display and he needed to find an oversized jumper to cover it. Walking into Liam's room, he ruffled through his closet before finding a massive dark blue jumper.

“Alright Lou? Is that you stealing my clothes again!”

For fuck sake, Liam was back with all his mates, and a new one that Louis didn’t recognise.

“Liam! Shut the door!” He sneered. Too late. Niall and Zayn came sauntering in along with the new bloke, Harry.

Harry was very tall and broad, which was exactly what Louis liked in his men. He had long hair that rested just below his shoulders and gorgeous green eyes. He offered Louis a little wave.

“Hey Lou! Hey tommo tummy, you’ve grown again!” Zayn cooed, giving it a prod.

Louis glared at him and pushed his hands away. “Leave me alone.” He whined. He saw Harry smirking and he felt a crimson blush rise to the tips of his ears.

“Tommo tummy?” Harry asked.

“It’s what we’ve named Lous belly, it’s so cute hahaha.” Niall laughed, patting it.

“Will you all stop touching me chub and let me get dressed! I need to find something that will actually cover this.” He gestured towards his stomach.

It was probably pretty obvious how self conscious he felt as he wrapped his arms around himself and backed into the wardrobe, pretending to search for something to wear. Liam ruffled his hair and beckoned them all out.

“You look great, Louis.” Harry said, giving him a hard stare. Louis blushed again and smiled in thanks, leaving Harry to let himself out.

Louis emerged a few minutes later in one of Liam's oversized jumpers, which drowned him.

They were munching on Chinese and watching the footie when Zayn picked up the teasing again.

“So when are you going to stop stealing Liams clothes and get your own, even his jeans aren’t fitting you now!” Zayn gently grabbed his lower roll and gave it a shake, everyone in the room burst out laughing aside from Harry, who was frowning.

Louis had had enough and felt tears well up in his eyes, he slammed down the Tupperware box of fried rice and stormed into his room. Sitting down on his bed he let the tears cascade down his round cheeks not bothering to wipe them away. A soft knock was heard on the door and Louis allowed them to enter. It was Harry.

He sat down beside Louis and pulled him into his side, he could feel his chubby hips and belly squish into the hard planes of Harry’s abdomen.

“Shhhh it’s okay Louis. Don’t cry.” Harry offered and Louis looked up at him with the best smile he could muster up.

“Sorry Harry, I don’t mind a little gentle teasing but my Mum insults me enough and sometimes when the lads do it doesn’t always feel funny.” He sniffed.

Harry’s hard expression softened a little more and he nodded. “I don’t obviously understand how it feels but we’ve all been a little bullied and I remember people making fun of my greasy hair eventually got tiresome. For what it’s worth, I really like your body.”

Louis’ furrowed his brows in confusion. “You can’t possibly think I’m good looking Harry. You don’t need to pretend, I get it.”

Harry shook his head, his curls flaying about a little. “I like chubbier men. I like a little meat to hold onto. Your body is actually perfect, Louis.”

Wide eyed, he continued to look up at Harry, feeling his tummy squirm. He liked the way Harry didn’t pretend he wasn’t overweight and he didn’t dance around the subject either, he just views Louis’ playful pudge in an entirely different way. “Really?” He asked.

Harry smiled, “really. I like a man who can eat.”

The lads crowded into Louis' room with guilty faces and sad eyes.

“Lou we’re sorry, you usually just giggle when we tease you but we get it’s gone too far. We’ll stop.” Liam said.

“It’s okay, I’ve gained a lot of weight and I know it can be funny but I get enough bashing from my mum and sometimes it doesn’t feel so jokey.” He said quietly.

They all coddled around him, kissing his cheeks and ruffling his hair.

“We love how cuddly you feel now Loulou, you’re stunning!” Zayn said.

“Yeah Lou! You were always gorgeous but I mean it when I say the extra weight really suits you, you’re so cute love.” Liam offers, squeezing his friend a little tighter.

** “Want a cuppa Lou?” Harry asked.

Louis had started to hang around Harry a lot more, growing quite close. They were constantly flirting and touching each other, Harry was never feeling content unless he knew the boy was well fed and warm, he had taken to looking after him realising that Louis didn’t do the best job of it himself.

Since then Louis had put on a few more pounds, but that was okay, Harry assured him it was. And when his mum came to the flat while him and the boys were having dinner, she scolded him for having more food than the rest of them.

“Louis, why have you got double the amount of casserole that Liam and your friends have?” She hissed with a hand on Louis’ shoulder.

“Because he’s hungry.” Liam jumped to his defence.

Mrs Tomlinson stood back baffled at Liam, the boy had always been nothing but polite to her.

“He certainly doesn’t need it, look at his belly and god Louis, your thighs look like slabs of meat, at least have the decency to wear some joggers. Those shorts look positively ridiculous on you.”

Harry stood up abruptly. “Mrs Tomlinson, what is your problem? Your son is nothing short of perfect. He has a degree, a house, a life - he’s flown the nest perfectly if you will. Just because he’s overweight now, doesn’t equal failure or a free pass to belittle him. He’s perfect. And if you are concerned about his health then speak to him about it in a proper manner. Do not come in here to simply humiliate him.” Harry’s brows were furrowed and he had clear indications of frustration and sadness etched into his features.

“And who exactly are you?” She sneered.

“I’m Harry. I’m his other half, if you will, Mrs Tomlinson.”

“Very well, Harry. Stand up Louis.”

Louis sat routed to his chair, gobsmacked.

“You don’t have to, lou.” Zayn said.

“I said, stand up.”

Louis stood up and let his mothers eyes rake over his imperfect body.

“I will be sending you a gym membership. And I expect to see results. I can’t have someone like you in my family.”

“Leave. Now.” Harry’s eyes were stone cold.

Louis' mother did a 180 degree turn and slammed the door.

His friends all huddled around him but he let Harry pull him into his lap, cradling him like a baby,

“I’m okay guys.” He sniffed, wiping his eyes.

And Louis was okay. He was overweight and he was happy. Anyone who says you can’t be fat and happy, obviously hasn’t tried it.

Louis shuffled his chair in closer to the table and licked his lips in anticipation. Harry was just the best cook. Last night it was carbonara and homemade garlic bread, the night before a homely sausage casserole. After such a long day in the office he couldn’t wait to fill his tummy up.

Harry plated up a dish of roast chicken, potatoes, creamy mash and carrots with a swirl of gravy on top.

Louis reached towards the plate to grab it when he got his hand slapped away.

“Ah ah ah, not for you baby. Yours is coming. This wouldn’t be enough to fill your tum would it love?” Harry said teasingly, lips curling into a smile.

Louis cheeks blushed a deep crimson. Did he really eat more than Harry? Harry was taller and broader. Surely his body needed more fuel than his, no? “Umm”

“Here you are darling.” Harry placed the plate down and Louis studied it. Two more potatoes, more carrots and mash…god. He looked down and suddenly felt the urge to suck his tummy in. And there really was a tummy there to suck in, when the fuck did that happen? It almost threatened to sit on his lap. He sucked his belly in and gave Harry a shy smile. He knew the man had meant well but god, Louis didn’t realise he was fat. Not that fat was a bad thing. Everyone had it. Louis had always had a bit of pudge, never quite having the flat tummy that was so desired. But he didn’t realise he was, well. Overweight?

He dug in nevertheless as he was starving. He ate the exact amount Harry did, leaving out the little extras the man had plated him.

“Eat up sweetheart.”

“This was actually enough thank you Haz, not as uh, hungry as I thought I was.”

Harry looked at him, and Louis swore he saw a little flash of disappointment.

Their evening continued, only slightly differently from normal. This time louis pushed away the little snacks Harry offered him, and instead snuggled into the larger man’s side, ignoring the little pangs of hunger shooting through his belly.

“I’m just gonna take a shower Haz.” He spoke softly, removing his curled up body from the man’s muscled chest.

“Okay Lou.”

Louis stripped down and dared himself to look in the mirror, only to wish he hadn’t.

Thick, gluttonous thighs with pink stretch marks stared back at him. His belly, what was once just a little pocket of chub under his bellybutton now had an actual underside to it, he could lift it up and when he dropped it back down it jiggled a bit. His hips, always wide, were soft enough to hold onto easily and shake. His face a lot rounder and his chin threatening to double. Oh god, how did he let himself get to this state.

He burst into tears and got in the shower. He couldn’t tell if it was water dripping down his face from the shower or the disappointment and upset leaking from his eyes.

The next morning at breakfast- which usually consisted of porridge for Harry and a full English from himself - now had both of them sat eating porridge.

“Lou..why are you eating porridge?”

“Why not Harry?” He snapped. He regretted it before it even slipped out his mouth. Harry was upset.

“Tell me honey, what’s going on?” Harry was oh so gentle and sweet with him, he didn’t deserve it.

“I just um, well. Yesterday you-you…”

“Cmon darling, it’s only me.”.

“It’s just that, yesterday you said that your portions weren’t enough for me! Because I’m fat! And I didn’t realise how fat I was and then I looked in the mirror and god, I look awful Harry! I realised how big I am and I’m eating porridge so I can get back on track, okay!” He blurted.

Harry pulled him into his lap which made Louis squirm and wriggle. “M’too heavy, what are you doing!”

“Right, first things first. Stop all this self deprecating nonsense I will not have it. Second of all, that is not at all what I meant when I said that. You love food, you love my cooking and maybe you have a bigger appetite than I do. That’s all it meant, it wasn’t meant to hit you deep. I didn’t mean you were fat, or I didn’t like your body.”

“Uh huh well I’ve seen my body, and, and, and I’ve seen yours! And they don’t match harry. You’re like, all wash board abs and big muscles and I’m, im-“

“Soft, curvalicious, beautiful? Yes honey, you’re a bit chubby. But we need to stop treating that word in a negative way. Because it’s not undesirable or any of the things you’re thinking. Let’s have a look shall we?”

“No. We shan’t. We will not be looking under my clothes until I’ve lost all this extra weight”.

Harry sighed. “I’m not gonna force you into anything of course. But you listen to me - and you listen to me good. I love you. I love your body. I love your soft hamster cheeks, I love your little second chin when you look down all bashful. I love you hips, your thighs, oh god your thighs.” Harry sucked in a breath of air. “And Lou, the real kicker for me, is your tummy.” Harry’s hands reached to his top, but looking for permission in Louis’ blue orbs. Louis graced him a nod.

“Words baby, use your words”

“Yes Haz, you can look”

Harry lifted his shirt up and tucked it under his armpits. Louis looked down at the three thick rolls on his belly, which had overlapped his sleep trousers and only slightly hovering his lap. Harry held onto his fat and gave it a loving squeeze. “Lou, look at this, this is gorgeous. It’s soft and vulnerable. It’s all the food I’ve made you with love that you’ve ate. It’s precious it’s -“

“Okay I get it. I get the point. You like my fat. You weren’t calling me out on being a pig. You were simply making an observation that I eat more than you”

“Got two things wrong there darling, you’re not a pig. You’re my precious little man. And I don’t like your fat, I love it. And I love you.”

He pulled Louis in for a kiss which was lovingly accepted.

“Now, how’s about that full English.” Harry said, smiling.

“Yea, and uh, please can I..”

“Please can you what Lou?”

“An extra sausage today, please.?”