#lirry fluff

I’m back everyone! Won’t be posting the fics here anymore. It’s too much to do both, but will give the link to the drabble series each time. I got a…huge increase in followers and it’s too much to be posting these fics all over the place, and most won’t appreciate seeing these asks, but I want to continue to fill out prompts still. 

Might just put links in a post saying “for the Lirry anon” or “for the Larry anon” etc. But I’m posting this one to let you all know how it may work. Please still send in your prompts, I love doing them! I just won’t be publishing the asks anymore, for the sake of myself and my followers.

This one’s a Lirry. Thanks for the prompt! (wasn’t sure what you were expecting from this I was a bit confused)

For anon, based on this prompt.

Lirry: Liam starts withdrawing into himself and none of the boys know why. Harry finds him crying one day and finds out that he’s been receiving a lot of criticism from fans recently and comforts him. Cuddles and fluff ensue.

I hope you like it anon! i changed it a little from the prompt.  (:

Harry, despite what some people might think of him, is a very observant person. He noticed little things in people that might go unnoticed by the normal population. Like how Louis does that weird thing with his mouth before he starts in on a lie. Or how Zayn only disappears when they’ve all been worked to the bone and he simply can’t make one more appearance without cracking. Or how Niall isn’t always so happy-go-lucky and missing his family gets to be too much.

But what he notices the most is the way that Liam pays so much attention to what the fans think of him. Harry himself has been known to pay too much attention to what people say about him, but not the way that he’s noticed Liam does. Harry has cried over hate before. All of them have really. They’ve all agreed that it’s just a part of fame and that there will no taking the piss out of anyone for crying.

Liam doesn’t just cry and then forget about it. He usually doesn’t cry at all. He just reads, and reads, and reads until his eyes are sore and there must be so many horrid thoughts running through his head. And when he stops reading he’ll be so quiet for so long that Harry will worry and worry until Liam will crawl into bed with him and whisper, “I love you,” and Harry will kiss him and hold him as tight as possible and not let him go in the morning until he absolutely has to.

But this time, Liam hasn’t come to bed. Harry saw him looking at his phone in the morning, and later in the afternoon. And now, they’re back at there hotel, and Liam is in the separate room, with no explanation. Leaving him to room with Louis. It’s late, almost eleven, when he gets a horrible feeling in his chest. Louis is already asleep, his chest moving evenly and he’s snoring lightly. Harry can’t sleep without Liam there and now his chest is turning and doing weird flips and he can think about is whether or not Liam is ok.

He climbs out of bed with a sigh, throwing the duvet off of himself. He shuffles to the door, careful not to wake Louis. As he steps out into the hallway, he clutches his bare arms; the colder air hitting him. He’s glad that he knows what room Liam is staying in, and briefly thanks himself for asking Paul about it earlier.

He shuffles down the hallway, glancing at where Niall and Zayn are sharing a room. He wonders briefly if they’re asleep yet. He thinks they probably are, since concerts usually tire them out. When he reaches Liam’s room, the last door in the hallway on the right, he stands there, staring at the door for a moment. He wonders if he should just leave his boyfriend for the night and talk to him tomorrow, but then his heart does another weird flop and he decides that he’s gonna go in.

He slides the key through the small device and the light turns green. He opens the door, shuffling inside and closing the door behind him.

The first thing he notices is that all of the lights in the room are on. The next thing he notices is that Liam is curled up on top of his bed, covers completely thrown off of it, sobbing. Harry panics at this because Liam almost never cries like this. He rushes over to the bed, immediately getting on his knees in front of Liam on the bed.

“Liam,” He says, “Liam.” He frantically reaches out, pulling Liam into him. Liam is completely compliant, practically falling into his lap. Harry moves his legs out from underneath of him, with some difficulty since Liam is on top of him, to make Liam more comfortable. “Liam, baby, what’s wrong? Please tell what’s wrong.”

Harry is panicking. He can’t really help himself. He hates seeing Liam so upset and not knowing what’s wrong. He could’ve done something to make him this way for all he knows. That thought makes him panic even more.

Liam just shakes his head, continuing to sob helplessly and Harry’s chest tightens uncomfortably. Harry holds him closer, trying not to cry himself as his panic increases. Liam’s tears are soaking his shoulder through his t-shirt.

“Baby please,” Harry pleads, closing his eyes for a moment to stop his tears because he doesn’t know what’s wrong with his boyfriend and he could be seriously injured. “Are you hurt? Did something happen?”

“I’m not hurt,” Liam chokes out. “I just,” He breaks off into a small whimper, not moving his head from Harry’s shoulder.

“Liam, just breath baby,” Harry instructs, “Please just relax and breath ok? You’re ok I promise.”

Liam nods, trying to take deep breaths.

After a few minutes, Liam has almost stopped crying. Harry rubs his back, encouraging him and trying to calm him down as best as he can.

When he finally has stopped crying, Harry gently pulls him away from his shoulder so he can look him in the eyes.

Liam’s eyes are red and puffy, with obvious bags underneath of them, highlighting his lack of sleep. He tries to wipe them, but Harry beat him to it, gently wiping at his tear-stained cheeks. He pouts at Harry, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t give me that look,” Harry says gently, kissing Liam’s forehead. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Liam lies quickly, scrambling up from Harry’s lap. “just a bad day.

Harry raises his eyebrows skeptically, frowning. “Liam,” He says, reaching out to grab his hand.

Liam moves his hand, looking down at his lap. “I’m fine Harry,” He assures, his lip trembling slightly.

“Have I done something?” Harry is staring at his boyfriend, trying to figure out why he’s so shut down and distant. Why he was just sobbing like he was dying.

“No!” Liam says, looking up scandalized. “Of course not! You’re perfect.”

“Then what’s wrong? Please don’t shut me out, Li. I love you.”

Harry doesn’t mean to sound so desperate, but that’s how it comes out. He doesn’t want Liam to feel pressured into telling him, but he’s so desperate to know what’s wrong with his boyfriend.

“I love you too Harry, I just. Do you realize how amazing you are?” He asks, obviously not looking for a reply. “You’re so generous and kind and loving. You’re voice is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. And you’re funny and cute and sexy and everything that anyone could hope for in a person. You’re everything I want. But I just. I’m so boring and plain and uninteresting. I’m so stuck up and annoying, and not to mention ugly. And my singing is basically the only thing I have going for me, but I’m not even good at that. And I just don’t get why on Earth someone like you would love me. It doesn’t make any sense. I don’t deserve you, or any of the boys. I don’t deserve the fame and the fans. I’m not worthy of any of it. God just, break up with me already. I know you’re gonna get tired of me eventually.”

By the time Liam’s finished, he’s got tears in his eyes again. Harry feels like his heart has been ripped out of his chest because he loves Liam so so much, and it hurts to know that Liam feels like this. He’s not really even sure what to say in his shock because how could Liam think things like that about himself?

“Liam,” Harry says, moving forward quickly. “No, no, no. Liam, listen. I love you so much. So fucking much.”

He pulls Liam into him, practically crushing him with a hug. “You’re so beautiful. So so handsome and perfect. You’re perfect to me. Did you know that? You’re everything to me. Literally everything. I love to hear you sing, you’re voice is so good. So gorgeous. And I love hearing you talk, you’re so interesting to me. So funny and nice and caring. You just. Fuck Liam you make me so happy. Can’t you see that? Can’t you see how much I love you? I adore you. God I just. You deserve everything that you have. Don’t you ever think differently. Why do you think you don’t?”

“I just, the fans-” Liam starts but that’s all Harry needs to hear. He knew it. He knew that Liam had been reading those horrid tweets.

“No,” Harry cuts him off fiercely. “Anyone who says anything awful about you isn’t truly a fan of our band. They don’t count. They obviously can’t see how amazing you are. Please, Liam you’ve got to stop paying so much attention to them. They don’t know anything.”

“I just, everything that they say just seems so true. And there are so many comments telling me to leave the band and people always talking about how in love with Louis you are. I just wouldn’t even be surprised if you really did want him more than me. It would make a lot of sense.”

There are tears in Harry’s eyes now because he needs Liam to understand. To see that he loves him so much. So much more than anything else.

“Liam, I do love Louis. He’s like my brother. But he has Eleanor and I have you. I don’t feel anything for him like I do for you. He doesn’t give me butterflies when he talks, or fireworks when he’s near me. That’s you. He doesn’t make me feel like I’m floating and like nothing can touch me just because I’m in his arms. He doesn’t make me feel so in love my head might explode. It’s all you Liam. I love you. I’m in love with you and only you. OK?”

“OK,” Liam says, searching Harry’s eyes. Harry hopes that he can see the love that’s shining in them. The honesty that’s spilling from every pore on his body.

“I love you,” Harry says, leaning forwards and capturing Liam’s lips with his. He pulls Liam into his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist and holding him so that they’re chest to chest.

He kisses Liam with everything he has, parting his lips and pushing his tongue into Liam’s mouth, tangling it with his. He runs it across the roof of his mouth, causing Liam to moan slightly and tighten his grip on Harry’s shoulders, blunt fingernails digging into his skin through his thin t-shirt.

Harry pulls away, needing to breath. A small trail of spit connects their lips for a moment as Harry stares at Liam, eyes shining.

“I love you so much. Please don’t ever think I might not,” Harry says, cupping Liam’s cheek in his large hand.

“I love you too. And I’ll try,” Liam replies, smiling softly.

Harry grins, pulling Liam down onto the bed so that they’re laying together, Liam’s legs over Harry’s, his head on Harry’s chest.

Summary: Liam gets to fuck his younger crush, Harry.

Warnings: Slight underage, Daddy kink, gay sex, etc.

Sorry, it was a bit rushed :D

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"There he is Li." Niall said, a grin on his lips as himself, Liam and Louis turned their attention to the small, curly haired boy walking into the canteen. Zayn, on the other hand, was focused on his sketchbook.

"He's just, perfect." Liam whispered, mostly to himself. 

Harry was just 16. Liam fell for him ever since the day he started at Wolverhampton College.

And it starts to kill him. Because Liam thinks he loves Harry. And he does. After just a measly three months of being at the same college as Harry, he has fallen in love with him.

That's what drives him mad. Because they don't even speak. Being in different levels is one reason, but then another is Liam's too afraid. When he plans on asking Harry out, or just simply going over to talk to him, he's afraid his ego will be damaged when he gets rejected.

But Harry doesn't help either. When Liam - rarely - gets the courage to stammer a weak hey, the curly haired boy blushes, and lowers his head, and acts all sweet and innocent and shy and Liam just can't help but imagine him like that in bed: all flushed and soft and whimpering. 

Fuck.

"Hey Harry, wanna sit with us?" Louis asks, and then Niall's eyes are on Liam, a smirk on his lips.

And then Harry blushes, because he's sat next to Niall, opposite Liam, with Zayn on his other side, who's still glued to his sketchpad.

And then Niall and Louis share a look.

And then Niall's speaking. "Harry, you're good at maths, aren't you?"

"Yeah. G-got an A*." The small boy smiled, his voice a little proud.

"Congrats. You see our boy here, Liam. He's been failing in maths. You think you could tutor him?" Louis said.

Harry bites his lip, because he knows how Liam feels about him, and he feels the same. 

He looks up at Liam, smiling. "Yeah, of course." He assured with a nod.

Then the taller boy speaks up. "I got practice tonight, so I don't know." 

"I-it's fine." Harry's voice is soft, and when Liam looks up, Niall and Louis hav faces that are saying 'oh well, another day', but he knows they're gonna plan something.

-

He'd rather be with Harry right now. Just them, alone. Liam thinks as he runs the final lap of the track. He's topless, sweaty and it's getting dark. He wants to get home, get away from the almost empty college. So he opts for no change, just stays in his sweats, trainers and throws his shirt back on.

Liam walks out the changing rooms and heads down the corridor, towards the main doors. But then he stops. 

There. Dressed in the same skinny jeans, black jumper and red beanie as earlier at lunch, stands the boy. Harry.

"Hi." The curly haired boy smiles, his eyes lighting up when he sees Liam. "H-hey, what are you doing here?" The taller one replies.

"I thought I'd stay behind and catch up, seeing as you cancelled on me." Harry smiled with a warm giggle. And god it's just so, so uplifting to hear that sound.

"Yeah, look, I'm sorry about that. I can do it now?" Liam offered, and he feels a little stupid, because it looked as if Harry was leaving too, planning on going home.

The small boy smiles and again, lights up. "Sure, if you don't mind."

They're soon in Liam's car. Harry's texting his mum about his new plans and Liam's wishing he had changed, because he's sure the smell of sweat isn't very pleasing. 

-

"I really need to go take a shower." Liam says when they walk in, a hand on the small of Harry's back. 

"Sure, I'll just get everything ready." The smaller boy replied, watching as Liam headed upstairs.

A good ten minutes passed. Harry was sat at Liam's dining table, a couple books spread out.

Liam soon came down, a pair of sweats on and nothing else. "You ready?" He asked, walking over to Harry.

The boy nodded and his breath hitched as he turned to face Liam. 

Liam took a seat next to Harry, the smaller boy, pulling a book close to them.

"Louis told me you were struggling with algebra?" He said, voice warm and wrapping around Liam.

"Uh, yeah." Liam choked, clearing his dry throat. "It's just all the letters and stuff."

Harry giggled and smiled, making Liam's dick twitch.

Time passed and gradually, Liam began learning.

But he wasn't learning algebra. No, he was studying Harry this whole time.

The way he had a small sparkle in his eyes, the way his curls bounced when he moved his head, the way his lips were so puffed and would probably look amazing around Liam's dick, the was Harry's eyes were wide and full of wisdom, but they'd look better when Liam's fucking him into oblivion, his pupils clouded with lust but shut tight.

And then Liam moans.

"Y-you o-okay?" Harry asks, looking up at Liam with those eyes.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Sorry." Liam said, clearing his throat and hiding the tent in his sweats. 

"Y-you sure? You're not sick are you? I-I get you some medicine." Harry rambled, and the only thing Liam could thing to do was press a finger to his lips, moving it along them to feel the softness.

"I'm fine baby, honest." He said, letting the name roll off his tongue. 

Harry nodded and looked up when the finger was gone.

But then it was replaced by something better. Liam's lips.

They were kissing.

And it was slow. Like they had both been waiting to do it. (Which wasn't exactly false).

The kiss deepened, lips parting and tongues sliding, tasting each other. 

That's when everything sped up, Liam soon ushering Harry up to his room, kicking his door shut - even thought here was no need, he lived alone - and holding him close.

Their lips met once more, the kiss now sloppy, swapping saliva.

Liam's hands trailed down to fumble with Harry's jeans, letting them slump to his ankle.

Then Liam's sweats came off, then Harry's boxers, leaving them both naked, hot.

Harry straddled Liam's waist, knees on either side of the elder's body as they made out.

Liam rocked their hips together, making the pair moan into each other's mouths, swallowing the mixture of low and high sounds. 

"W-wanna ride you." Harry whispered, his breath hot and warm against Liam's sensitive ear.

And Liam couldn't help but groan at the words. "Prep?" He asked, reaching out to fumble in his drawer.

"No prep. No condom. Just you." Harry whispered, kissing Liam's neck. And again, the taller boy groaned.

His innocent, sweet Harry, was no longer that.

No, this new, more devilish Harry, was sexy, filthy, dirty. And Liam couldn't wait to just ruin him.

He retrieved the lube and smothered his cock in the substance, gasping at the feeling as Harry worked his collarbone.

"Baby, you sure about no prep? I'm not exactly small." Liam smirked, holding Harry's hips.

The boy nodded, kissing Liam hard. "Fingered myself this morning. Over you." He rasped, looking Liam's eyes, who just moaned.

Yup. Harry was not as innocent as he first thought.

Having the tip of Liam's slick cock pressed against his entrance, Harry sank down slowly, taking him in bit by bit.

His small, delicate hands were pressed on Liam's shoulders, Liam's held firmly on Harry's dainty hips, resisting the urge to slam up. Because Harry was just so tight. So hot. And surprisingly wet.

And just like he said, Liam wasn't small. He was fucking huge. And now, with all of the elder inside him, Harry felt stupid. He thought he could take it, he really did. But as his small hole stretched around Liam's thickness, he knew he'd be sore in the morning. Very sore indeed.

But then he rolled his hips to adjust to Liam's size, and that actually felt good. And then his body started to relax. And then Liam kissed him. Breathlessly this time, swallowing moans once more as Harry, with the help of Liam, lifted himself up, then back down.

And that's how it went for a good period. Harry lifting and dropping himself, Liam bucking up hard to meet the boy's downward thrusts. 

Pleasure rocked their bodies and their eyes never averted from the other's. Harry's curls stuck to his forehead with sweat as his nails grazed all over Liam's upper body. 

"D-daddy, feel so good." Harry whined, a small smirk on his lips. "That's it baby, tell me who's making you feel good." Liam rasped, slamming up harder.

"Daddy. You Li. Only you. O-only daddy." Harry rambled, his petite body, now wet with sweat and flushed deep, being torn apart by Liam.

"That's it, Daddy's little slut. All mine, got it?" Liam rasped, moving a hand to wrap around Harry's hard cock.

The curly hared boy whimpered, his head falling to Liam's shoulder. "You. Only you daddy. Never anyone else. No-one else will ever make me feel this good daddy. Only you. M'yours." 

And then, with a loud moan of Liam's name, Harry released, all over their two bodies and trickling into the elders hand.

Liam could practically feel Harry's body become lifeless. Limp against his own. And he felt proud. Because he'd done it. He'd reduced Harry to a whimpering, hot mess. And god it was just perfect.

But then he felt Harry clench around him. Hotter and tighter than ever before. He screamed the boy's name as he erupted inside of him, hard and fast.

Their breaths were fast, coming out in small pants. Liam slumped into his mattress, taking Harry with him.

"That. Th-that wasn't exactly alga-algebra." Harry whispered, his head laying in Liam's chest.