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"Lou!"

Louis startles, almost dropping his cup of tea as Harry barges into the kitchen and wraps him up for a large hug. Louis giggles and somehow manages to set his mug down on the kitchen counter while Harry holds him tight.

"Hey there Hazza, you're crushing bones here," Louis chuckles, despite the fact that Harry is cutting off his oxygen a little. He slides his arms around Harry's slim waist, hugging back with as much strength as he can muster.

"Happy birthday!" Harry sing-songs, giggling in his ear and Louis' chest blooms with warmth at the familiar laugh and Harry's body basically molded into his own. They haven't seen each other since they went on Christmas break, which was only four days ago but for Louis and Harry that's like a month without seeing each other.

Louis doesn't regret giving Harry a key to his home. It's nice to be surprised when he comes over, rather than being stressed if his room is clean or not. It was also due to his own laziness, not wanting to get up and open the door with how often Harry comes over to his house.

"Thank you, darling." Louis kisses his cheek as Harry slowly unravels their bodies. "Although, I'd rather not be reminded that I'm turning eighteen." Louis sighs, their noses bump together and Harry blushes.

"You're old now, guess I should start calling you grandpa Lou," Harry snickers, clearly proud of his joke. Louis can't help but laugh along, it's partly a pity laugh but partly a genuine laugh because sometimes Harry's jokes are so cheesy that they're actually funny.

"It's your turn in a month anyway, so guess we'll both be grandpas," Louis retorts, his hands holding Harry's pudgy hips. Harry smiles, seeming to not hate that idea as much as Louis does.

Louis' sisters probably aren't even awake yet and Jay is at work already, having an early shift at the hospital. Louis doesn't mind spending the morning of his birthday with Harry alone, Harry is secretly his favorite person in the world — but it's actually not much of a secret.

Louis and Harry have been best friends ever since freshman year of high school. Louis couldn't resist sitting next to the pretty boy with chocolate colored curls when he saw him eating lunch alone. Harry seemed more than happy to make a new friend and Louis was already pulled in by his large dimples. Now they're in year thirteen and just barely trudging their way through their courses and extra curricular activities.

Harry's curls are a little longer now, almost below his ears and his chubby cheeks are gone, replaced with a sharp jawline and cupid's bow lips that are a sinful shade of pink. Louis has gotten rid of the straight fringe and instead turned it into more a bed head look, it makes him look older and he only really likes it because Harry likes it. They've changed so much, but they changed together so they really didn't change all that much.

"Do you want me to make you breakfast? I can make chocolate chip pancakes, or we can just have coco pops." Harry shrugs, grinning excitedly. He's always been a huge fan of birthdays, always wanting to make it special, especially for Louis. He bakes a cake for him every year and usually gets him a present that's an inside joke between the pair.

"How about I make you a cup of tea too and we just watch some telly?" Louis suggests. He's not a huge fan of breakfast foods other than cereal, which he knows Harry wouldn't enjoy eating. So they'll just go for brunch later, maybe go for a walk too.

"Sounds good, I'll go put on Gogglebox," Harry tells him happily, pressing a gentle kiss to Louis' nose before walking into the living room. Louis bites back the wide grin that threatens to overtake his face as he makes Harry a cup of tea too, adding all the specific amounts of milk and sugar he likes. Louis hates the idea of sugar in tea but in all honesty, if Harry likes it, then he has no problem.

He walks into the lounge with both mugs in his hand, passing one to Harry who quickly pulls him into his side once he sits down, covering their legs with the large blanket that they're apparently sharing.

Harry smells like lavender, the sweet smell wafting through his nose. It's so much better than the smell of cigarettes that comes from his t-shirt, he may or may not have went outside for a smoke once he woke up. He just hates getting older, it stresses him out. Harry doesn't ever mind the smell, but he never refrains from scolding Louis how how unhealthy smoking is for his lungs.

"Lou?"

Louis turns his head at the quiet voice, gently pushing Harry's curls out of his eyes. "Yes, love?"

"I'm gonna go get your present from my car, be ready." Harry smirks, suddenly standing up and Louis doesn't complain about the loss of warmth as he watches the boy's perky bum as Harry runs out of the living room. Louis blushes when he realizes what he just did, hoping Harry didn't notice even though he's a hundred percent sure he didn't. It's not even that big of a deal right? Harry is attractive, it's not like he doesn't know that.

Harry ends up coming inside with a book that is labeled, 'sex for dummies'. Louis just laughs sarcastically, acting like he's not amused by Harry's teasing about him being a virgin, even though Harry is a virgin too. They're constantly made fun of by their friends, which is mildly irritating but Louis tries to act indifferent. Harry also got him a very nice sweater, which he said was his 'real present', even though Louis actually loved both of them equally.

The rest of Louis' birthday he has Harry by his side the entire time, even when the rest of his friends come over and he has a big dinner with them and his family. Harry is always there to help out and tells him happy birthday almost every hour. It was an amazing day due to Harry, Louis truly owes him everything for making him feel better about being so old.

—

Louis walks towards his locker with Zayn by his side, he leans against the wall while Zayn puts in the code for the lock and takes out a couple textbooks.

"Why won't you go to the party? You haven't been to one since this summer," Zayn asks, breaking Louis out of the tired trance he always falls into when it's this early in the morning. Louis rolls his eyes when he finally processes what Zayn said.

"Because parties just aren't my thing. There's always girls there that decide to just forget that I'm gay," Louis sighs, resting his head back against the wall and watching all the students his age walk down the hallway with their friends, chatting happily.

"Oh shut up, all the girls in our grade know you and H are madly in love with each other, they won't try anything." Zayn chuckles when Louis glares at him. Zayn loves to make jokes about Harry and Louis being together. Louis hates it, especially when he makes the jokes around Harry too.

"That's also the problem, though. If I go to the party then Harry will want to go too, and Anne will kill both of us if Harry comes home drunk." Louis raises his brows pointedly.

"All you two do is watch movies and eat junk food on the weekends, don't you want to have some fun?"

Louis rolls his eyes for what seems like the millionth time. "It is fun when we watch movies and eat junk food," Louis argues, earning a defeated sigh from Zayn.

Harry, Liam and Niall come around the corner, chatting about some drama that's happening with other students right now but Louis doesn't really keep up with that stuff. Harry smiles when he sees Louis, walking faster away from Niall and Liam and tucking himself under Louis' outstretched arm.

"Good morning." Louis grins, kissing Harry's forehead.

"Morning, Lou." Harry smiles. "So Niall was telling me about this party on Saturday — " Harry begins, getting caught off as Louis sighs and glares at the blond boy who just shrugs innocently. "What's wrong? Do you not want to go?" Harry frowns.

"Anne will say no when you ask her if you can go and you'll just get in trouble if you go without telling her. So how're we even supposed to go about this?" Louis huffs, wishing he didn't have to talk about this. If he's being honest, he doesn't want Harry to go just as much as Anne wouldn't want him to. People are always so touchy with Harry and Harry is too nice to ask them to back off. So Louis will have to spend the entire night either feeling unbearably jealous or subtly pulling Harry away when people try to touch his curls or get his number.

"C'mon Lou, we can go without her finding out. Please?" Harry gives Louis his puppy dog eyes and Louis glares at him too because Harry knows he can't resist that look.

"Fine," Louis sighs, smiling softly when Harry cheers. Niall and Liam begin discussing their transportation and who will be the designated driver. Louis volunteers, he doesn't really like drinking that much anyway, and he needs to make sure his friends get home safe.

Harry tucks his face into the crook of Louis' neck, playfully biting at the curve of his jaw. Louis giggles, leaning away because he's too ticklish for his own good. This is always Harry's way of cheering Louis up, because he makes Louis do things he doesn't want to do more often than Louis would like to admit.

They eventually have to get to class, so Liam, Harry and Zayn head for biology while Louis and Niall go to their literature class.

—

"Hurry up," Louis complains, staring up at the ceiling as he lays down on Harry's bed. He's just wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a red t-shirt that has a swoop neck to show off a couple of his newer tattoos. Harry has been in the bathroom doing his hair for almost fifteen minutes now, Louis wonders if he takes this much time doing it every morning.

"Be patient, sunshine."

Louis rolls his eyes, Harry knows how much Louis hates that nickname. He definitely prefers when Harry calls him 'babe' or 'Lou'.

Louis sits up on his elbows when the bathroom door opens, his stomach flips when he finally sees Harry. The boy is wearing a black scarf to hold back his pretty curls, he has on black skinny jeans similar to Louis', they make his legs look like they go on for miles.

"How do I look?" Harry grins, probably aware that he looks like an actual model. Louis groans internally, he always looks horrible next to Harry and now it's just even worse.

"You look amazing like always." Louis smirks, quirking up an eyebrow. Harry laughs, probably not taking Louis seriously but he's being completely honest.

"C'mon, we're gonna be late if we don't leave now." Harry grabs Louis' hand, pulling him up from the bed.

"And whose fault is that?" Louis teases, standing up and sliding an arm around Harry's waist. Harry blushes, Louis doesn't know if it's from what he said or from him touching Harry, but either way he laughs amusedly, pulling Harry closer.

"Shut up or I'll leave without you," Harry grumbles, walking to the door with Louis following closely behind. Louis giggles, grabbing Harry's hand as they walk downstairs.

"You can't leave without me, babe. I'm the one who's driving, remember?" Louis smirks, jiggling his keys around for emphasis. Harry rolls his eyes, pulling Louis through the front door and locking it behind him.

"I could just call Nick to pick me up," Harry says, smiling cheekily when Louis scoffs. Harry knows Louis hates Nick with a passion, he's so obnoxious and constantly trying to wiggle his way between his and Harry's friendship, Louis hates it.

"Okay, then do it. But don't expect me to drive you home," Louis warns, quirking up an eyebrow before he starts walking to his car and unlocking it. Harry frowns, walking over to the passenger side door. He's clearly disappointed his mocking didn't work, but he should know by now that it's not easy to get under Louis' skin.

"How mean, Lou. I thought you loved me more than that." Harry pouts purposely exaggerated as they climb into the car. Louis chuckles, starting the engine and flicking his fringe out of his eyes before pulling out of the driveway.

"I do love you, but only when you're not talking about Nick Grimshit," Louis huffs, adjusting his rear view mirror so he doesn't accidentally hit any mailboxes or anything. Harry laughs, his pout ceasing after Louis said he loved him.

"Okay, I guess I can live with that." Harry nods and they both chuckle softly.

Louis picks the other guys up one by one, each piling into the car with loads of energy. Eventually they're arriving to Jade's house, the girl who is throwing the party. Harry gawks at the large, and probably very expensive, house as they step out of Louis' car. Louis laughs fondly, grabbing Harry's hand and leading him to where Zayn, Niall and Liam have already headed without waiting for them. Such great friends.

"Holy fuck, there's so many people," Harry mumbles right next to Louis' ear, having to talk close since the deafening music gets even louder as they walk into the house. It smells like cheap beer and sweat, there's dozens of couples dancing in the middle of the living room as far as Louis can see since it's pretty dark. He sees some people making out on the sofa near the wall and a couple guys smoking weed out in the backyard. Pretty much exactly what Louis was expecting, it's such a cliché high school party with the red solo cups and drunk teenagers.

"Do you want a drink, H?" Niall yells over the music, raising his eyebrows. Harry hesitates a moment before nodding, his grip tight on Louis' hand so Louis squeezes reassuringly. Harry is just nervous, he's sure he'll be having fun in no time.

Niall comes back and hands Harry a cup of beer, Harry sniffs it before taking a sip. Louis giggles as he watches Harry scrunch up his nose with distaste, Harry has always preferred fruity drinks rather than just plain beer or other liquors.

"I'm gonna go look for Jade and Perrie, I'll be right back," Louis tells Harry loudly, but it sounds quiet under the rap song that's playing. Harry frowns, stubbornly not letting go of Louis' hand as the boy tries to walk away.

"Why can't I go with you? I don't want to lose you with all these people around," Harry mumbles and Louis has to read his lips because Harry's never been one to talk every loudly.

Louis smiles softly. "Okay, darling, follow me." Louis begins leading Harry through the crowd, trying to find Perrie's bright blonde hair because he knows she'll be with Jade since they're practically attached at the hip.

Louis eventually finds them near the speakers and Louis has no idea how they aren't deaf yet. Jade spots him and Harry before Louis can say anything, she smiles, saying something like 'hi Lou!' But Louis couldn't hear her. Before he knows it they're both being pulled in for a hug by Perrie and Jade.

"Hey babes, we just came to say hi. I had no idea there'd be this many people," Louis tells her, sliding his arm around Harry's waist because he can feel the boy becoming uneasy next to him.

"Me either, but I guess I should've expected this after inviting the cheerleading team!" Jade laughs, her lips are bright red from whatever punch she's drinking. She's definitely tipsy and so is Perrie next to her, practically swaying even though she's standing completely still.

"I would help you clean up afterwards but I have to get Harry home by one," Louis tells her reluctantly. Jade is a close friend of his and he always helps clean up whenever his friends throw big parties like this, but Jade just waves it off.

"Don't worry about it, Lou. I know you love to take care of your boy," Jade teases, throwing a smirk towards the curly haired boy pressed into Louis' side. Harry just blushes and Louis rolls his eyes.

"Whatever, we're leaving now," Louis chuckles, waving goodbye before pulling Harry away again.

Harry is talking in his ear almost immediately after they walk away. "You don't have to drive me home if it's such an inconvenience for you, you know," Harry mumbles in his ear. Louis stops in his tracks, his eyes flicking over Harry's face to check if he's upset. He's avoiding eye contact and his lips are turned downwards, yeah, he's upset.

"Haz, don't be mad. Of course you're not an inconvenience, you never are," Louis assures, leaning forward and he means to kiss Harry's cheek but he ends up kissing the corner of his mouth instead. Harry blushes deeply, looking apprehensive but he eventually nods.

"Okay, I guess if you're sure — "

"I am. I promise you Harry, you're not an inconvenience," Louis tells him firmly. He can't believe Harry would even think that in the first place, he should know he'll always be Louis' first priority.

"Okay." Harry nods softly. Louis watches silently as Harry takes another sip of his drink, his Adam's apple bobs and there's a small line of beer on his bottom lip after he pulls the cup away.

Louis snaps out of his slightly creepy staring, his eyes flicking up to Harry's. "C'mon, lets find Zayn and Liam," Louis mumbles, intertwining their fingers again and leading him towards the kitchen. They're probably smoking weed already in the backyard with the football team but Niall went to the kitchen last time he saw him so he assumes everyone else is in there too.

They find the three of them trying to get the keg open. Louis chuckles at their lame attempts and gently push them out of the way so he can do it himself. He swears they've been to a thousand parties but they're still amateurs.

"That was kind of hot," Harry comments cheekily after Louis gets the tap going. Louis raises his eyebrows in surprise, his stomach twisting with uncertainty of what Harry means by that.

"Um — thanks?" Louis laughs awkwardly, despite his casual tug on Harry's hand to pull him back into his side. Harry complies easily, his large hand fitting snuggly over the curve of Louis' waist.

Harry seems way more comfortable in the kitchen since there aren't many people in the room. He gets more tipsy the more he sips on his first drink, eventually getting to a second drink. Louis ends up supporting most of Harry's weight after an hour passes and he has to keep politely declining Harry's pleads for Louis to dance with him.

Don't get Louis wrong, he loves drunk Harry just as much as sober Harry. But drunk Harry always likes to flirt and touch Louis all over without hesitation and it messes with Louis' hopeful heart. It makes him feel like maybe Harry could possibly, maybe, actually like him more than just a friend, but then they wake up the next morning and Harry doesn't even mention it. Louis' heart breaks a little bit more every time and soon he'll just have a pile of dust in his chest that longs for Harry to feel the same way for him as he feels for Harry. Although, Louis doesn't even know how he feels so he can't expect Harry to know.

"Please dance with me, Lou. Everybody else is dancing," Harry whines, tugging on the front of Louis' t-shirt and just pulling it down to expose more of his bare chest.

Louis huffs, giving Harry a pointed look. "We can dance for two songs. Only two," Louis gives in and Harry cheers happily with a small giggle. Louis glances at his pissed drunk friends just to see Niall making out with Jade while Zayn and Liam downing a row of tequila shots. Jesus Christ. They're all gonna have so many regrets in the morning.

Louis allows Harry to tug him out of the kitchen and onto the busy dance floor, where he gets bumped into at least three times by some intoxicated tenth years who think the world revolves around them. Louis glares at them but then his attention is directed back to Harry quickly when the boy backs up into his body. Louis feels his entire face flush and grabs Harry's hips to try and not make his crotch press up so hard against Harry's bum.

"Harry, I don't um — I'm not sure that's the kind of dancing you want to do," Louis mumbles, attempting and failing to not be a stuttering mess. Harry just rolls his eyes fondly and backs up against Louis' body again, his hands sliding over Louis' daintier ones and moving his hips to the beat of the music.

Louis stays completely still except resting his chin on Harry's shoulder, refusing to take advantage of Harry when he's so clearly drunk and not in the right mindset. He would never forgive himself if he made Harry uncomfortable by passing any unspoken boundaries.

Harry eventually rolls his eyes at Louis' resistance, turning around and instead pressing their chests together. "Relax, Lou. You don't have to be scared to touch me, you know?" Harry smirks, tucking Louis' slightly long, messy fringe behind his ear. Louis blushes under Harry's confident gaze, he's not used to Harry being so blunt and he's usually also drunk when he sees Harry like this, but it's a completely different experience sober.

"Sorry, I just don't want to make you uncomfortable," Louis explains slowly, having to lift his chin to look at Harry since they're so close. Harry bites his lip, one hand is resting on his waist and the other is cupping the nape of his neck. If Louis didn't know any better, he'd think Harry was going to kiss him and that's just not a good idea.

"You're cute when you're nervous," Harry tells him, his eyes glowing under the blue lights and his eyelashes casting shadows beneath his eyes. He looks happy, but Harry is always happy when he has all of Louis' attention, so.

Louis is pretty sure even the tips of his ears are bright red from how embarrassed he feels. Harry has to know that Louis is feeling a little bit turned on right now. I mean, who wouldn't feel a little hot when there's a pretty boy pressing themselves against you? Exactly. No one.

"Lou, relax," Harry practically purrs in his ear and Louis' stomach does an involuntary flip. He can hear his own heart thudding in his chest. Hell, even Harry can probably hear it.

Harry hooks his thumb in the waistband of Louis' jeans, pulling their bodies closer together. Louis' breath catches and he tries not to make direct eye contact with Harry since that'll make things way more sexual than they already are. Harry's confidence simmers down at Louis' reluctance to play along and soon the warm hand on his neck is on his bicep and the fingers pulling them together are gone completely.

"I think I might just get another drink, you want anything?" Harry asks. He seems to have switched a flip, going from drunk and horny to just tipsy and alert. Louis instantly feels guilty, but he'd feel even worse if anything happened and Harry woke up the next morning with regret.

"I'll go with you," Louis tells him. Harry tries to resist at first but Louis just rolls his eyes and pulls him along towards the kitchen. Louis still owes him one more song but for right now he's pretty sure they both need a break.

Harry still stays close, tucking himself into Louis' side and playing with his hair, but there's definitely a wall up. Louis feels bad for hurting Harry's feelings, but he's sure the boy will forget all about it tomorrow. Maybe even Louis will forget, even though he hasn’t had an ounce of alcohol.

The party lasts for about two more hours. Niall and Jade end up disappearing upstairs and almost everybody else has either passed out in the garden or on the couches, meanwhile, Louis and Harry dance to about four more songs, making absolute fools of themselves.

They eventually decide to leave after the music starts repeating itself.

"How am I supposed to drive Niall home when he's naked upstairs?" Louis asks as he leans against the hood of his car. Zayn and Liam are already passed out in the back seat and Louis is waiting for some sign of Niall because he's not sure if he can just leave him here.

"He'll probably just spend the night, Lou. C'mon, I wanna go home," Harry mumbles, tugging on the sleeve of Louis' t-shirt. Louis gives in, taking his keys out of his front pocket and helping Harry into the passenger side of his car before getting into the driver's seat.

Getting out of the driveway is a little bit stressful with all these other cars along the street, but once he's away from the house, everything is easy from there. He drops Zayn off first, having to wake him up but he manages to get into his house without any falling or throwing up so Louis counts that as a win. He drops Liam off after that, who is reluctant to move at all as he starts complaining he's going to die, which is quite dramatic if you ask Louis.

"I told my mum that I'm spending the night at your house tonight, which is where she thinks I am," Harry explains, getting an eyebrow raise from Louis.

"You lied? How scandalous of you, Haz," Louis teases. Harry rolls his eyes despite his small smile.

"Is that okay, though? Can I stay with you?"

"Of course, babe. You don't have to ask." Louis assures like it's obvious, because it is obvious. They've known each other for a little over three years now, Harry basically lives at Louis' house just as much as Louis does.

Louis drives back to his house as they sit in comfortable silence, quiet jazz music playing on the radio. Harry seems sleepy so Louis doesn't try to make conversation, even when they pull into the driveway and walk into his house. Louis glances around to make sure his sisters aren't awake, he already knows his mum is at work so that won't be a problem.

He avoids the creaky step on his stairs and Harry doesn’t the same without having to be told. Harry starts undressing once they step into Louis' bedroom and Louis has to avert his eyes, instead he grabs some clothes he can wear to bed. Harry just sleeps in his briefs so he doesn't bother grabbing Harry clothes too.

"Do you want to brush your teeth before you fall asleep?" Louis asks carefully as he slides his clothes off. Harry is already climbing into his bed though, pulling the covers up to his shoulder. Harry mumbles something uninterestedly, so Louis just silently gets dressed into a pair of baggy joggers and brushes his own teeth.

He smiles fondly when he sees Harry fast asleep, he slides into bed next to him, wrapping his arm around Harry from behind and pulling him closer so they're cuddling. Harry has always preferred little spoon and Louis doesn't mind at all.

Harry's hair smells like vanilla, Louis nuzzles his nose deeper into the mess of chocolate colored curls and takes a deep breath. He's really not that tired, but he usually sleeps really well when he's with Harry. It could be how warm he always is or maybe he just feels safer with Harry, either way he prefers when Harry is with him.

—

It's almost every time Niall has sex with some random girl that he has to describe it in explicit detail to his friends. They all hate it but Niall never seems to care, he really just doesn't know what boundaries are.

Harry scrunches up his nose whenever Niall says something mildly inappropriate and Louis thinks it's the most adorable thing, he can't help but wrap his arm around Harry's waist and cuddle into his side. Okay, maybe he could help it, but he wanted to and that's all that matters.

"Are you coming over to my house tonight? My mum won't be home," Harry asks once Niall finishes his story. Louis raises an eyebrow, mindlessly rubbing circles into Harry's hip with his thumb.

"I thought you said Gemma was coming back home tonight?"

"Well, she is, but she won't bother us like she used to, I promise."

Gemma is Harry's older sister, she's always at Uni but sometimes she visits during the weekend. Harry used to never invite Louis over when Gemma was there too because she always makes jokes about them being together and how they were such a cute couple, so basically Harry banned her from seeing Louis. Louis obviously enjoys the idea of actually being with Harry, but it also makes Harry act super awkward so that kind of ruins Louis' whole day.

"I mean, if you're okay with it then I am." Louis grins, tucking Harry's curls behind his ear. Harry blushes and ducks his chin, just causing Zayn, Niall and Liam to all groan because apparently they were watching the pair.

"You two are sickening," Zayn chuckles, ignoring the middle finger that Louis points his way. Harry just blushes even harder, his hand coming up to pull at his bottom lip.

"Anyway, I'll see you after school." Harry turns back to Louis, smiling softly and giving him a small kiss on the forehead before walking off, leaving Louis a little colder than before.

"Thanks, you idiots. You made him uncomfortable." Louis rolls his eyes once Harry turns the corner, huffing and leaning against the lockers behind him. The hallways are empty since they all chose their study hour to be at the same time, everybody else is in class.

"He'll be fine, I'm sure he's too busy daydreaming about you anyway to care about us," Niall teases, smiling when Zayn and Liam both laugh. Louis is anything but amused.

"Shut up, you guys don't know what you're talking about," Louis sighs, resting his head back. He's tired of his friends making jokes about Harry liking him, if Harry did like him, he'd probably say something by now. Harry is the most honest person Louis knows and he's sure he wouldn't be able to keep a secret for that long, especially from Louis.

"Oh we don't know what we're talking about?" Liam quirks up an eyebrow.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It's supposed to mean that you're the one who doesn't know what they're talking about. You're still somehow convinced Harry has never daydreamed about you sweeping him off his feet." Zayn smirks, chewing his gum rather obnoxiously and Louis has a half a mind not to say anything.

"You're an idiot," Louis mumbles, rolling his eyes for the second time in two minutes.

—

"I got a dozen donuts, because why not? They're all chocolate, that's your favorite, right?"

Louis smiles at Harry from across the kitchen, hopping off the counter so he can walk closer to him. "Yeah, that's my favorite. Now can you stop being so weird? Gemma won't embarrass you like she usually does, I'm sure she's matured by th — "

"Well if it isn't my favorite brother in law!"

Louis turns around, grinning brightly when he sees Gemma standing there with her hands on her hips. "Hi Gem, it's great to see you." Louis steps forward to give her a hug and she happily accepts, swaying them back and forth like old ladies typically do.

"Okay, you can let go of him now," Harry mutters as Louis feels a tug on the back of his jumper. Louis chuckles and pulls away, stepping back to Harry's side.

"Someone's feeling a bit possessive today, huh?" Gemma smirks. Harry ignores her, but he just proves her point when he hooks his finger into the belt loop of Louis' jeans and pulls him closer. Louis just smiles sheepishly, sort of loving when Harry gets like this.

"So how's uni?" Louis awkwardly changes the subject to cover up the obvious tension Harry is feeling with Louis and Gemma in the same room. Louis gets why Harry doesn't like when Gemma is around them, but Louis enjoys her company so he wishes he didn't feel that way.

"Really good, only one more year until I get my degree." She smiles proudly, walking over to the box of donuts and grabbing one. Harry sighs from beside him and Louis has to hold back a tiny laugh.

"I think we're gonna go upstairs, Gem. We'll see you later though," Louis waves, smiling politely before pulling Harry along with him towards the stairs with the box of donuts in his other hand.

Harry immediately groans once they're locked away in his bedroom, stuffing his face in his abnormally large hands. "She's so embarrassing," he complains, plopping down on his bed. Louis giggles as he sets the box of donuts down, climbing onto Harry so he's straddling his lap.

"It's not that bad, at least she didn't interrogate us with questions like last time," Louis tells him as Harry tentatively places his hands on Louis' hips, his cheeks a pretty shade of pink.

"You're right," He mumbles, licking his lips.

"So you wanna watch a movie? I was thinking something scary, is that okay?" Louis reaches over the bed to grab the remote, shifting slightly so Harry's hipbones aren't digging into his thighs.

"Sure." Harry nods, carefully moving Louis off of his lap. Louis frowns but doesn't say anything, instead sitting next to Harry against the head board. He clicks on Netflix and scrolls through the movies under 'Horror' genre before Harry speaks up.

"Actually — can we watch a rom-com, please?" Harry smiles the biggest he can to convince Louis, even though he does anything that Harry asks him to, smile or not.

"Of course, which one?"

Harry answers with The Notebook, which Louis should've expected. They end up eating three donuts each as they watch the movie, cuddling closer and of course Harry tears up during several different parts. It'd be concerning if Harry didn't tear up during a romantic movie, he just gets super gushy when he watches people fall in love.

"I can't believe he sent all those letters, that's so romantic," Harry smiles, wiping any remaining tears from under his eyes.

"Definitely." Louis nods along, watching the credits roll as the movie ends.

"Ugh, you're so cold hearted. I can't believe you didn't cry," Harry huffs, nudging Louis away from him playfully but then pulling him back when Louis doesn't try to himself.

"I'm just not a sap like you are, doesn't mean I'm cold hearted," Louis explains, smiling fondly and leaning down to press a small kiss to Harry's shoulder. Harry bites back a grin, sniffing cutely.

"I'm not a sap, I just like the idea of falling in love like they did, you know? It was years before they finally got together and then they ended up passing away together. Isn't that sweet?" Harry coos.

"Why're you fantasizing about dying with someone you love? You're such a weirdo," Louis teases, nudging him with his elbow gently. Harry giggles, shaking his head.

"So you're saying you don't want something like that? Someone to spend the rest of your life with?"

"Well of course I do, but I just don't think that'll ever happen for me, and why would I want to bring my hopes up?" Louis explains, shrugging. Harry's eyebrows furrow in thought, seeming hesitant about his next words.

"Is that why you never date? Because you don't want to have false hope?" Harry asks, his eyes flicking between Louis'. Louis pauses for a moment, his heart feels like it's beating out of his chest with how Harry is looking at him so intensely. If only Harry knew Louis doesn't date anybody because he's sort of, most definitely in love with his best friend.

"No, I think I just don't date anybody because I'm scared. I mean — I have no idea what people our age even do and what if I go into a relationship completely inexperienced?" Louis explains but honestly he's just making up shit as he goes along. He very well can't tell Harry the truth.

Harry looks at him for a moment, silently mulling over his words. Louis can tell he's thinking by the way he tugs on his bottom lip.

"What if you had someone to...practice with, you know?"

Louis pauses again, his eyebrows scrunching together only slightly. "No actually, I don't really know what you're saying." Harry avoids eye contact at all costs.

"I mean — what if you just practiced all that stuff with someone you're comfortable with. I don't know." Harry shrugs, averting his gaze to the chocolate stain on his grey t-shirt.

"Harry, are you suggesting I go out and find a stranger to hook up with?" Louis quirks up an eyebrow.

Harry sighs. "I mean me, Lou. What if you practiced all that stuff with me?"

Louis is pretty sure his eyebrows are raised all the way to his hairline with how shocked he is. He has to pause for at least a minute before he even thinks about responding. Is this a dream? Louis has to pinch his thigh just to make sure.

"Are you being serious, Harry? Why would you want to do that?"

"I don't know, I mean — I'm not experienced either but I'd like to know what I'm doing." Harry shrugs, still avoiding eye contact but Louis' eyes are burning into the side of Harry's head.

"Are — are you sure?" Louis chokes out. He can't even believe Harry is saying this to him right now.

"I don't want things to be awkward if I tell you I'm being completely serious, so if you're answer is no then I'm just joking — but if you're answer is yes then...I'm being completely serious," Harry mumbles shyly, his eyes meeting Louis' again. Louis is sort of speechless, he doesn't know what to say.

"I — If that's something that you want." Louis nods, biting he inside of his cheek.

"We could start now," Harry says slowly and Louis feels his mouth go dry.

"Like, kiss?" Louis asks, the shock evident on his face. Harry just nods.

Louis' eyes subconsciously flicker down to Harry's lips, licking his own. Louis doesn't know who it was who started leaning in first, but the next thing he knows his lips are connected with Harry's. He can tell Harry is holding his breath and he has to run his hand over Harry's chest, trying to get him to relax.

Harry reaches up to cup his cheek and Louis can't help but deepen the kiss, loving how gentle Harry is as he moves his soft lips in sync with Louis'. Harry tilts his head to the side slightly, his large hand covering part of Louis' cheek and jaw.

Louis pulls away first, but only just a little so their lips are separated but they're still breathing each other's air. Harry's eyes are bright as he stares at Louis' glossy lips.

"Was that um — good?" Harry asks quietly, his hand sliding over the nape of Louis' neck and playing with the tiny hairs that he finds there. Louis leans into his touch, smiling amusedly.

"Yeah, that was really good." Louis grins. He didn't realize he had reached out to hold Harry's hip, but he keeps it there just so he doesn't accidentally startle the little bubble around them. Harry smiles softly, leaning forward to press another small kiss to the corner of Louis' mouth. Louis feels a shiver run down his back and he takes a deep breath.

They don't do anything else after that, or even talk about it, but it's not as awkward as Louis would've thought it'd be. They end up eating the rest of the donuts and then complaining about their stomach aches, and that's pretty much what the rest of their night consists of. Ending with them cuddling before they fall asleep.

—

"Fuck," Louis curses quietly, focused on the TV and ignoring Niall's proud boasts about winning. Louis gets slightly distracted when Harry lifts his slice of pizza up and takes a small bite, it's so cute how he sticks his tongue out first and Louis just wants to kiss all over his face. Unfortunately, Louis' admiration of Harry's adorable eating caused him this round.

"Yes! I win!" Niall lifts his arms up in victory. Zayn and Liam both cheer while Louis rolls his eyes.

They all came over to Louis' house after school just to hang out and eat pizza. Louis is sitting on the floor with his back against the front of the couch and Harry laying in between his legs. Harry likes to sit like this a lot, especially when they're playing video games so he can be as included as possible without actually playing. Louis would love for Harry to participate but he's absolutely shit at using a controller.

"Lou, 'nother round?" Niall smirks.

"Yup and I'm gonna win this time," Louis states confidently, resting his chin back on Harry's shoulder. Niall scoffs but doesn't say anything, starting up another round.

"I'm tired," Harry mumbles, wiggling back to he's cuddled farther into Louis' chest. Louis falters a bit, he hates how easily he gets distracted by Harry.

"Just let me play this round and then we can go upstairs to take a nap, okay?" Louis tells him halfheartedly, a little bit distracted by killing Niall's character. He freezes when Harry's hand rests on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch.

Louis takes a deep breath, ignoring it and focusing back in on the TV. Harry starts playing with the seam of Louis' jeans on the inside of his thigh, Louis squirms and curses loudly when his part of the screen turns red, meaning he died.

"Fucking twat," Louis mutters, tossing his controller onto the couch as Niall cheers happily.

"Nap time." Harry smiles brightly, standing up before Louis can even say anything. He grabs Louis' hand and pulls him up too, they both ignore the suggestive whistles that follow them as they walk upstairs, pretty much used to it by now.

"You want me to give you a pair of joggers? I think I have some that'll fit you," Louis tells him, already opening the top drawer of his dresser. He stills when Harry's hands slide over his waist, turning him around. Louis raises an eyebrow, slightly confused.

"I don't actually want to take a nap, Lou. I thought that was obvious."

Louis furrows his eyebrows. "What do you mean? I thought you said you were tired?" He tries to turn around to grab the joggers again but Harry tightens his hold on Louis' hips gently. Louis can't help but tilt his head to the side in confusion.

Harry smiles almost shyly, his hands fidgeting where they settle on the curve of Louis' hips. "Can I kiss you?"

Louis' eyes widen slightly. "Oh," is all he says, coming to the realization that Harry apparently used being tired as an excuse to make out. Okay, Louis isn't sure how to process that. "Yeah." Louis nods, already leaning forward.

Harry kisses him softly, exhaling through his nose and tugging Louis closer to him by his shirt. Louis never would have believed someone if they told him he'd be kissing Harry in his bedroom because Harry just asked him to. This is completely insane and Louis is sure this'll all blow up in his face by the end but Harry is such a good kisser and so, so pretty.

Louis grabs Harry's hips and slides his hands up his sides slowly, pulling him closer so Harry's chest is pressed against his own. They both tentatively deepen the kiss, Louis takes a leap of faith and gently runs his tongue alone Harry's bottom lip. He almost sighs with relief when Harry easily parts his mouth and lets Louis' tongue press into his own, he tastes like the tomato sauce that was on their pizza.

Harry pulls Louis towards the bed and they end up stumbling onto it. Louis laughs as Harry falls on top of him, only breaking their kiss for a second but Harry presses their mouths together again, holding back his smile.

"Just practice, right?" Louis mumbles against Harry's lips, pulling away to press kisses across Harry's jaw.

"Just practice." Harry nods, speaking like he's out of breath as Louis sucks a small love bite into his skin. Harry moans, moving so he's straddling Louis' lap, granting Louis more access to his neck.

Louis showers Harry's skin with kisses, licking and biting playfully, which always earns a breathless giggle from Harry.

Louis is working his way up to kiss Harry on the mouth again when there's a knock on the door, they both freeze until they jump into action and hurriedly slide away from each other as whoever knocked opens the door.

"Oh my god, what were you guys doing?" Zayn asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as Harry covers his crotch with a pillow. Louis blushes deeply, he can't even believe he has the ability to make Harry hard. That's insane.

"What are you doing in here, Zayn?" Louis sighs, sitting up on his elbows. Zayn laughs at Louis' obvious annoyance.

"Niall needs batteries for his controller, but I'll tell him you two were busy." Zayn winks exaggeratedly before walking back out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Harry sighs and covers his face with his hands. "He saw my fucking boner," Harry groans, a pretty blush is covering his cheeks when he lowers his hands.

Louis tries not to make his smugness too noticeable, but he's pretty sure he's failing. "Come here." Louis holds his arms open and Harry shyly slides closer to him, burying his face in Louis' shoulder once he's close enough. Louis smiles fondly and wraps his arms around the boy's body, their legs tangling together.

Louis really wants to do something to help with Harry's problem, but he doesn't want to cross any lines. Maybe he could just offer. "Do you want me to um — " Louis clears his throat. "Help you?"

Harry tenses up slightly under Louis' arms and Louis immediately regrets saying anything.

"Have you ever done anything like that before?" Harry asks slowly, pulling away to look up at Louis through his eyelashes. Louis nods softly, causing Harry to furrow his eyebrows together. "When?"

"It was last year, remember? I told you how me and Daniel were kissing and then — " Louis gets interrupted by Harry placing a hand over his mouth.

"Never mind, I don't need to know," Harry sighs, uncovering Louis' mouth once he's sure he won't continue talking. Louis doesn't understand why Harry wouldn't want to know, it's not like he's ever had sex before, all he did with Daniel was hand stuff.

"Sorry," Louis mumbles. "But I can still help if you want."

Harry bites his lip, staring at Louis' chest instead of looking in his eyes. "Yes, please." Harry nods and it seems like both of them blush at the same time. Louis has to take a deep breath or else he's going to faint.

Louis leans down to kiss Harry just to calm both of them down and it seems to work for the most part. Louis tentatively reaches down, unbuttoning Harry's pants and hooking his finger into the waistband all while he's focusing on swirling his tongue with Harry's.

Harry lifts his hips up, helping Louis slide his trousers down his legs. "Oh god," Harry moans when Louis starts palming him through his briefs. Louis is just now realizing this is probably the first time Harry has been touched here by anybody else. Louis definitely feels privileged to be his first.

"Wait — maybe I should lock the door," Louis mumbles, getting slightly paranoid at the thought of their friends walking in and possibly getting to see Harry all worked up like this. It's obvious that Harry doesn't like the idea of Louis getting up but he doesn't hold him back so Louis stands up quickly and walks over to the door, turning the lock.

He gets back on the bed with the help of Harry pulling him down. Louis grins fondly and presses a comforting kiss to Harry's forehead, reaching down to palm him through his briefs again. Harry is even harder than before, his cock straining against the tight, black fabric of his underwear. Louis' stomach flips at the thought that he's able to touch Harry however he wants, but the only thing he's confident enough to do is run his fingers through Harry's curls, so that's what he does.

"Lou," Harry murmurs, subconsciously rutting his hips forward at the loss of Louis' touch.

"Sorry." Louis feels his face grow hot. He's just nervous. What if Harry doesn't like it? or even worse, what if he ends up getting turned off?

Louis takes a small breath and slides his hand down the front of Harry's briefs, wrapping his fingers around Harry's length. Harry ruts his hips up again, letting out the prettiest noises as Louis starts stroking up and down his cock slowly.

"Fuck, Lou. That's so good." Harry's eyes flutter closed and he leans his head back, revealing the line of his throat. Louis licks his lips, he loves how responsive Harry is and how hard he feels in his palm. He’s so pretty, Louis’ eyes trail over his delicate features.

Louis rubs the head of Harry's cock, stroking faster and watching as Harry moans and squirms in front of him. Louis continues running his fingers through Harry's curls with his other hand, kissing his cheeks affectionately and ignoring his own growing arousal.

Harry gives no warning when he comes, he just lets out a small gasp and throws his head back, his cum spilling into Louis' hand as Louis strokes him through his high. Harry lets out one last whimper before slumping against the bed, his chest heaving up and down.

"You okay?" Louis asks softly, peppering gentle kisses across his hairline. Harry smiles sheepishly, hiding his face in Louis' neck.

"Thank you, Lou," Harry murmurs, his hands coming up to hold Louis' hips.

"You don't have to thank me, Haz," Louis chuckles. He slides his hand out of Harry's briefs and bites his lip at how messy it is, he'll have to wash his hands and get Harry a new pair of briefs.

Harry face turns bright pink when he sees Louis' hand. "Sorry," Harry mumbles, resting his head on Louis' shoulder. Louis rolls his eyes despite the fond smile on his face.

"You don't have to apologize either, babe. It's no big deal," Louis assures him, standing up and walking into the bathroom connected to his room. Harry watches him with swollen lips and a post orgasm expression as Louis washes his hands. Louis walks back into his room to get Harry a pair of briefs, tossing them at his face once he finds a pair that'll fit him. Harry lets out a snort of laughter, his dimples caving in.

Louis turns around as Harry changes into the clean clothes. Even though he's seen Harry naked plenty of times before, he thinks it's a little more creepy to see him naked when he's sporting a semi in his jeans.

"I could return the favor if you want?" Harry suggests, looking up at Louis hopefully as Louis crawls back onto the bed.

"No thanks, Haz. I don't wanna take advantage of you like that," Louis immediately tells him, ignoring the eye roll he receives in return.

"It's not taking advantage of me if I ask to do it. Besides, I don't want this to be one sided and seem selfish," Harry reasons, trying to subtly slide closer to Louis but Louis shakes his head.

"That’s not being selfish...and don't worry about me, babe. I'm fine," Louis assures, leaning over and kissing Harry's cheek. Harry sighs stubbornly but doesn't say anything else, cuddling into Louis' side as Louis turns on the TV in his room. Their friends are still downstairs but Louis assumes they'll leave eventually, he doesn't really feel like being anywhere except next to Harry.

—

The next week consists of a lot of sneaking away to kiss, practically every hour Harry is pulling Louis away into an empty classroom or the toilets to make out. See, Louis doesn't mind at all, he doesn't think any gay teenage boy would mind Harry pulling them away just to kiss, but it messes with his heart a little.

Harry never leaves right after making out or sneaks off with other boys, but he's still not showing any signs of actually liking Louis. It's confusing and sometimes Louis just wants to confess his undying love for Harry so he doesn't have to be so sad all the time. But then Harry looks at him and it's like his brain goes all foggy with adoration.

They're currently stuffed into a small storage closet in the locker rooms, deciding to skip gym class so they could kiss. Louis was the one to initiate it this time, Harry just looked so good in his tight t-shirt and skinny jeans. He definitely needs to work on his self control.

He presses Harry against the wall and they don't even break apart when the shelf shakes and rolls of toilet paper fall onto their heads, if anything their kiss deepens. Harry runs his large hands through Louis' caramel locks, moaning against his mouth.

They still haven't gone farther than what they did in Louis' bedroom a week ago, but Louis is sort of thinking they'll do more today by the way Harry reaches down to tug on the belt loops of his trousers.

Harry gets hard every time they make out for more than a couple minutes and Louis always helps him out, he's happy to, to be quite honest. Harry is so reactive and so easy to work up until he's coming all in his pants.

Okay, Louis needs to stop getting lost in his thoughts.

"Off," Harry murmurs against his lips, fumbling to unbuttons Louis' trousers. Louis takes a deep breath after breaking their kiss, feeling lightheaded at the lack of air and Harry's hands so close to his crotch.

"Haz, I don't want you to feel like you have to..." Louis trails off, shaking his head. Harry frowns, like he always does when Louis rejects his offers to do anything more than kiss.

"Lou, you know it's not like that. I really want to do this, you know...practice." Harry smirks softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Louis' lips.

"Harry," Louis sighs, pushing Harry's hands away and looking down. "I'm sorry."

Harry suddenly backs away, as much as he can in the small space.

"It's okay if you don't want me to...touch you like that or something. You can be honest with me, I promise my feelings won't get hurt," Harry tells him, but it doesn't seem that way with how Harry is biting his lip and looking at Louis with big, unblinking eyes. He looks like a lost puppy and Louis’ throat tightens uneasily.

"Harry, that's not what it is." Louis sighs, taking a step closer to him. "It's just a lot more serious for you to be giving rather than just receiving," Louis tries to explain without adding any crude words, he knows how much Harry cringes at them.

"But I want to give, haven’t you ever considered that?" Harry huffs, stubbornly crossing his arms over his chest.

"Of course, but I'm not sure you're ready for it just yet," Louis mumbles, reaching out to slide his hands over Harry's waist. "It'll happen one day though, okay?"

Harry just nods, still frowning. Louis leans in to kiss him again, hoping that somehow cheers him up. Harry kisses back softly, his lips are a little dry but they slick up when Louis' tongue swipes over them.

"We only have ten minutes left, you think I can make you come until everybody is back?" Louis whispers in his ear, sliding his hand over the small of Harry's back and going farther down until he can massage at his perky bum. Harry let's out a tiny shocked noise, his eyes growing darker.

"Please, Lou."

Louis spends the rest of gym class with his hand down Harry's trousers, kissing at his neck and leaving noticeable marks for everybody to see. Harry makes this low, raspy noise when he comes, hips twitching and his eyes closing tightly. It's beautiful and Louis would do this for the rest of his life if it meant he could be with Harry.

—

Louis wakes up to the bright sunlight from the window shining right on his face. An annoyed noise falls from his lips and he sits up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. When his vision finally comes into focus he suddenly remembers that he spent the night at Harry's house as he looks around Harry's bedroom. He turns his head and can't help but smile softly when he sees Harry fast asleep, soft snores coming out of his nose.

His stomach starts rumbling rather quickly and he contemplates going down to get something to eat. Harry's mum is probably at work so he can avoid any awkward conversation. Anne loves Louis but Louis is a little tentative about being around her now. Especially since Louis is making out with her son and jerking him off on a regular basis. He just feels a little awkward.

"Lou?"

Louis turns his to see Harry with his eyes only slightly open, his curls sticking up in every direction and lines on his cheek from his pillow.

"Good morning." Louis smiles softly, reaching over and smoothing out some of Harry's curls. Harry practically purrs at the touch as he languidly stretches his arms and back.

"G' morning," Harry mumbles, his lips turning up slightly.

"Is it okay if I go downstairs to get something to eat? I'm kind of hungry," Louis asks, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Oh, of course. I was planning on making us pancakes anyway." Harry shrugs, sitting up and stretching out his back again.

Harry gets up to put on some more clothes before they both walk downstairs. It's quiet and smells strongly of coffee, that's when Louis sees the pot on the stove, probably when Anne made some coffee before leaving.

"Chocolate chip or regular?" Harry asks, holding up a bag of chocolate chips.

"Chocolate chip." Louis grins, watching as Harry nods and starts to collect the other ingredients since he doesn't like to make pancakes from the boxes you buy at a store. Louis would usually help but last time he almost made something explode and he doesn't want that to happen again.

"Cute apron," Louis smirks, approaching Harry so he can spread his hand out on the small of his back. Harry just blushes, ducking his head as he cracks the eggs into the mixture.

Louis leaves Harry alone for the rest of the time while he's making the pancakes, until he's made six and there's none on the stove, that's when he takes the window of time and eagerly pulls Harry in for a kiss. Harry melts into it immediately, the tension in his back simmering as he allows Louis to wrap his arms around his middle to pull him closer.

Louis smiles against his lips, their noses bumping together as they turn the angle of their heads and deepen the kiss. Louis hopes Harry doesn't taste the chocolate on his tongue from the chocolate chips he snuck a couple moments ago.

"Holy shit."

They both pull away quickly at the sound of a feminine voice. Harry's head practically spins off with how fast he turned towards the door, both of their eyes widen when they spot Gemma standing there, a huge smile on her face.

"You guys are together now?! Why didn't you tell me?" Gemma practically jumps with joy.

"I um — I thought you were supposed to be going back to Uni today?" Harry asks, changing the subject. Louis feels his face heat up and awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, did he seriously just get caught kissing Harry? Zayn, Niall and Liam already know about them and now Gemma too. Great.

Everybody is gonna see Louis get his heartbroken.

"Don't try and change the subject," Gemma scoffs, a mischievous smirk on her face. "How long has this been going on? Are you guys boyfriends?" She questions, wiggling her eyebrows at Louis but Louis just avoids her gaze and faces the plate of pancakes.

"None of your business, Gemma. Now leave us alone," Harry sighs, waving her away. She rolls her eyes and walks out, Louis feels relieved when he hears her bedroom door close.

"Well, shit." Louis awkwardly chuckles, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"It's okay...I mean, it's not that big of a deal, right?" Harry turns to Louis, his eyes hopeful for a specific answer but Louis doesn't know exactly what he's waiting for.

"Um — yeah, I guess," Louis mumbles, nodding softly.

"So...you don't mind people knowing that we kiss?" Harry asks, raising his eyebrows. Louis still doesn't know if Harry is expecting him to say yes or no, so he's just going to be honest.

"I mean — not if you don't." He fiddles with the hem of his shirt, a soft shrug with his shoulders.

"I don't." Harry shakes his head quickly, biting at his bottom lip.

Louis doesn't understand exactly what that means, whether Harry wants people to know about them kissing and doing other stuff or he simply just doesn't care if they know. Which is two completely different things.

—

"Oh fuck, Lou," Harry moans, his voice sounding more high pitched than usual. Louis just sucks with more urgency, his tongue licking persistently at Harry's slit and hoping he comes soon because Louis really needs some air.

He's obviously not the best at giving head but Harry seems to be enjoying it a lot, he's completely naked and squirming all over his bed with most of his cock down Louis' throat. It's barely been two minutes and he already sounds and looks very close to the edge.

Harry releases a loud, throaty moan and throws his head back, his cum spilling into Louis' mouth quickly as his cock throbs and drains any come he had left. Louis had already jerked him off about twenty minutes ago but Harry ended up getting hard again and Louis was really curious what it would be like to suck him off. Obviously he forgot how huge Harry actually was, but that didn't stop him.

Louis pulls off carefully, pretty sure Harry would faint if he even nudged his cock even a little because of how sensitive he is right now.

"Wow, Lou. That was...that was amazing," Harry breathes out, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath. Louis smiles at him and starts pressing kisses up his tummy and nipping playfully at his nipples.

"Glad you liked it, baby," Louis murmurs, his voice sounding a little scratchy from having Harry's dick down his throat. Harry just blushes deeply at the state of his vocal chords and tries to wipe off the left over cum on his belly. Louis ends up licking it up with his tongue, smiling cheekily when he's done and standing up to clean Harry up for real with a wash cloth.

Harry seems hesitant about saying something as Louis carefully cleans his torso and hips, his lip caught between his teeth as he watches the smaller boy.

"Lou, can I — can I please help you? I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel," Harry murmurs, reaching out to grab at Louis' arm. Louis wishes he wasn't so god damn hard right now and then maybe he'd be able to make a rational decision.

"Right now?" Louis asks, walking over to Harry's dresser to grab some clean clothes for him. He pulls out a clean pair of briefs and a jumper, handing them over to Harry as the boy stands up to approach him. Harry drops the sheets he wrapped around his waist to cover himself and puts on the clothes Louis gave him.

"Yes, right now. Please just let me, Lou." Harry presses him up against the dresser after sliding on the hoodie, his eyes big and pleading. One hand grabs at the front of Louis' shirt as his other comes up to slide over the nape of Louis' neck and pull him closer for a kiss.

Louis allows it to happen this time, if Harry feels like he's ready then Louis should let him do whatever he wants. Harry kisses him tenderly, cradling Louis' face like china that could break at any second.

"Is that a yes?" Harry pulls back, smiling brightly. 

Louis chuckles, hoping Harry doesn't regret this decision. "Yeah, I mean — if you want," Louis murmurs, scratching at the back of his neck.

"I do want." Harry nods quickly, pulling Louis in for a more passionate kiss. Louis leans into it, unable to pull away even if the sun started hurling towards earth. Harry pulls away to kiss at Louis' neck, sucking at his sensitive skin and fumbling to unbutton Louis' skinny jeans.

Louis helps get them unzipped and Harry takes them off the rest of the way, tossing them on the floor as if they personally offended him. Louis' getting harder and harder as Harry presses him more into the dresser and begins marking the line of his throat with love bites.

"You're so pretty, Lou. Wanna touch you all over," Harry whispers, his breath tickling Louis' skin and his hands sliding under Louis' shirt to pull it over his head. Louis feels so exposed now, only wearing his briefs with Harry's hungry eyes looking him up and down. Harry's hands trace his curves, leaning forward to kiss at his neck again.

He's impossibly hard, maybe it's all the sexual frustration built up from constantly having to say no to Harry or it's just because he's a teenage boy. Harry tentatively reaches down, gently palming Louis through the thin material of his underwear. Louis lets out a tiny noise and his hips jerk forward.

"I want to um — I want to give you a blowjob, is that okay?" Harry mumbles nervously in his ear, his hands twitching where they still rest of Louis' pudgy hips. He knows Harry is expecting him to say no, and he kind of wants to because he's not sure if Harry is ready for that yet. But then it'd be hypocritical because he just told himself that he should let Harry do what he wants.

"Yeah, H. That's okay." 

Harry smiles into his neck, pulling away and easily dropping to his knees. Louis curses quietly, he got no time to prepare himself, now he might just come before Harry even touches him. Harry hooks his fingers into the waistband of Louis' briefs, tugging them down his legs and tossing them to the side.

"Wow." Harry's eyes darken when he sees Louis' cock for the first time, licking his lips and gently holding the side of Louis' thighs. Louis is probably the hardest he's ever been, he can feel Harry's breath against the base of his cock and his slit is dripping pre-cum at his growing arousal. Harry just stares at him for what's probably only five seconds but it feels like five hours, Louis squirms under his eyes but his dick is telling a different story when it twitches with interest.

"Haz," Louis whines, embarrassment flooding over him the longer Harry doesn't do anything. Harry was basically sculpted by the gods so he feels a little self conscious being naked around him.

Harry looks up at him with a small pout, his eyebrows drawn together. "You're big." Harry states simply, looking frustrated. Louis doesn't really know how to respond to that, but Harry doesn't seem to want to say anything else.

"I um — thanks, I guess? We don't have to do this if you don't want — "

"Don't even finish that sentence," Harry huffs and Louis' dick twitches again when he feels it.

"Sorry," Louis murmurs shyly, feeling his face get warm.

Harry tentatively reaches up, wrapping his fingers around Louis' girth and stroking softly. Louis' eyes fall shut out of instinct and he reaches back to grip the top of the dresser behind him. Harry leans forward, sticking out his tongue and running it gently across the underside of Louis' cock. Harry's movements are unsure and shy but eager all the same, eyes glazing when he sees a bubble of pre-cum bubble up from the head of his cock.

"God, Harry. Need more," Louis breathes out desperately as Harry kisses his his tip and starts trailing them down to his balls. He doesn't want to rush Harry but he could probably come any second.

Harry ignores him, sucking one of Louis' balls into his mouth and moaning around it. Louis almost gasps when he feels the vibrations run through his cock and his abdomen tighten up. Fuck, Harry is going to kill him if he keeps going this slow.

Harry licks up all of the pre-cum coating the pink tip and wraps his lips around the head. Louis moans at the feeling of Harry wet tongue licking insistently at his slit and the warmth surrounding him. Harry's brows furrow when he takes half of Louis into his mouth and can't get any more, his eyelashes fluttering as he tries to focus on Louis' pleasure only.

"Fuck, Harry, I'm not gonna last," Louis whimpers, letting his head fall back even though it has nothing to fall back onto. He reaches forward and tangles his fingers into Harry's curls, needing something to hold onto other than his dresser.

Harry tries to take more of him, his eyes falling shut with his long eyelashes creating shadows on his cheeks. Fuck, Louis' knees are getting wobbly. He moans and tugs on Harry's hair again, which just encourages Harry to bob his head and suck harder.

"Gonna come," Louis chokes out as a last second attempt to warn Harry before he's spilling his come down Harry's throat. Harry tries to swallow it all but he ends up choking and it lands on his chin, he pulls off with a wet sound and licks all the cum up as Louis slowly untangles his fingers from his hair. "Wow, Harry, that was..."

"Good?" 

"Brilliant."

Harry preens, a proud smile stretching his lips. Louis needs to sleep.

—

Louis takes a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs before he exhales slowly, making sure to turn his head so he doesn't blow the smoke in any of his friends' faces. They're all talking about how long Harry's hair is and Louis has to resist the urge to blurt out that Harry's long hair is the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen. It's officially long enough to pull up in a bun now and Louis just wants to tug on it while he kisses Harry's neck.

He may or may not be stress smoking. He's been feeling more overwhelmed than usual lately and he's not sure what to do. Harry is constantly kissing him and telling him how 'pretty' he is, it's messing with his head and everyday he contemplates admitting his feelings to Harry because he gets naive and convinces himself Harry might feel the same way. Eventually he comes to his senses and realizes Harry is way out of his league and would never go for him.

"Lou, are you listening?" Harry asks quietly as the other boys talk about the Valentine's Day dance that's coming up at their school. Louis blows the smoke out of his chest before responding, shaking his head.

"Uh, no — sorry, I'll listen," Louis mumbles, pulling Harry closer to him. Harry had tucked himself into Louis' side when Louis joined them behind the school.

"It's alright, I just wanted to know if you were going to the dance," Harry explains softly, sliding an arm around Louis' waist. Louis takes one more drag of his cigarette before dropping it and smushing it with his converse.

"Um...I don't know, Haz," Louis sighs, burying closer to Harry as cold breeze blows by.

"You have to go! You and Harry need to be the power couple that every one is jealous of," Niall exclaims. Louis doesn't bother glaring at him for insinuating that they're a couple, those comments just make his chest grow heavier now.

Harry doesn't respond either, but his pink cheeks are enough of a reply. He's obviously embarrassed at the thought of being with Louis.

Louis pulls his pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and slides another one out, but it's plucked from him fingers before he can light it up.

"Hey!" Louis pouts at Harry, trying to take it back but Harry raises his arm above his head and Louis knows it's a lost cause now. He just takes another one out of his pack but Harry plucks that one too. "What's your problem?" Louis huffs, shoving the pack back into his pocket.

"This would be your fourth one today, Lou," He tells him. "And I need your lungs to be in tip top shape if you're coming over to my house later," Harry whispers the last part in Louis' ear and Louis immediately schools his face into something he hopes looks casual. Harry giggles and hands the cigarettes over to Zayn who takes them happily. The lucky guy gets to smoke without a beautiful boy telling him it's unhealthy. Bastard.

Harry kisses his forehead with a thankful hum, running his fingers through Louis' hair. Louis leans into it, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. He might as well enjoy his friendship with Harry while he can before it crumbles when Harry realizes he's too good for Louis.

"I'll go to the dance," Louis tells him, quietly enough so the other boys don't hear. But they're not listening anyway. He knows he's whipped, but the bright smile that appears on Harry's face is worth it all.

"Really?" Harry asks, his hand freezing where it used to be massaging Louis' scalp. "Do you want to go together?" 

The hopeful tone in Harry's voice is confusing him. Is Harry asking him to be his date?

"Like...together?" Louis asks, his mind blanking of any other words in the English language. Harry laughs fondly, his dimples caving in as he looks at Louis.

"Yeah, that's kind of what I meant by together," Harry teases, returning to petting Louis' hair. 

"I mean — yeah, I'd love to." Louis nods, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Good." Harry grins, pressing another kiss to Louis' forehead. 

Good.

—

The Valentine's Day Dance comes way sooner than Louis was expecting, Harry calls him the morning of, rambling on about what he's going to wear and talking at the speed of lightning. He insists that they match colors and Louis feels his face heat up the more passionate Harry gets about the topic.

Zayn teases him relentlessly when he sees Louis blushing and Louis wouldn't doubt that he was listening in on his phone conversation. He eventually hangs up with Harry, but not before murmuring a small, 'love you, Haz', quiet enough so Zayn doesn't hear.

Louis rolls his eyes when he sees Zayn smirking at him, trying to seem unaffected despite the color of his cheeks. "What?" He deadpans.

"I just think it's funny 's all," Zayn murmurs, shrugging his shoulders as if trying to seem indifferent. 

"Think what's funny?"

"That Harry is clearly excited to finally be going on a date with you...and you're completely oblivious to the whole thing," Zayn explains slowly, quirking an eyebrow. Louis scoffs immediately, shaking his head.

"It's not a date — you just read into things too much," He responds, rolling his eyes.

"Or do you not read into things enough? Harry literally asked you to be his date, plain and simple. Which means that it's a date. You're first date to be exact. Hence why Harry is so excited."

Louis tries to process his words, but he ends more confused than ever. It couldn't possibly be a date, Harry has said multiple times that they're just friends and the other things they do are purely practice for the future.

"I — that's not possible...Harry doesn't like me like that." Louis shakes his head again, trying to put an end to the conversation.

"If you say so." Zayn shrugs, but he doesn't actually seem convinced. 

The day passes by rather quickly after that, since Louis is lost in his thoughts most of the time. He begrudgingly gets dressed, mentally preparing to see a bunch of twats from school that only talk to him to pretend that they're friends. 

He dresses in a dark blue button up that Harry gave him the day before, a small lining beneath the collar that's black to match Harry's white button up that also has the black collar lining. He puts on his skinniest black jeans, obviously to please Harry who loves his bum.

He doesn't have much time before Harry comes to pick him up, because he was pretty reluctant to start getting ready. He ruffles up his hair in the mirror, decidedly going for messy fringe look rather than a quiff. He goes for some cologne as the final step of getting ready, putting the tiniest bit on his neck and wrists and then putting it away.

There's a soft, tentative knock at the front door right as he's walking down the stairs. He thankful for being there at the right time because he doesn't want his mum answering the door for Harry.

He happily opens it, smiling brightly when he spots Harry standing on his porch. His smile dims just a little when he sees the bouquet of flowers in Harry's ring clad hands. Louis' heart starts thudding in his chest.

"Flowers?" Louis asks, tilting his head to the side.

"Well hello to you too," Harry teases, a soft giggle escaping his lips. He pulls Louis onto the porch with him and the door shuts quietly behind them. "You look lovely," He tells him, tugging on Louis' collar to adjust it slightly. Louis tried to ignore the flush creeping up his neck when Harry's fingers gently brush across his jaw.

"You too, curly," He mumbles, voice cracking in the slightest. 

Harry's curls are neater than usual and he must've trimmed them just a bit because they now fall right above his shoulders instead of reaching past them. He looks sexy, but Louis doesn't want to make him uncomfortable by being so blunt about it. Louis will just show him how much he appreciates his outfit after the dance.

"These are for you."

Harry sticks out the flowers to Louis, eyes warm but Louis can see the insecurity dancing in his expression, probably nervous for Louis' reaction. Louis refuses to believe Zayn is right, but this is starting to oddly feel like a date. Maybe he's looking too much into it.

"Oh?" Louis takes them into his own hand softly, grinning at Harry until his cheeks start to feel sore. "Thank you, H. You didn't have to do that," He murmurs, voice too soft and fond for it to be taken platonically. Harry's cheeks are satisfying shade of pink so he doesn't worry about it too much.

"Well...I wanted to. I'm properly wooing you and all that," He laughs, a smile so bright that Louis feels like he can't look right at him. 

Wooing him?

Wooing him?

Harry wants to woo him? 

Okay, stop saying woo.

That still doesn't mean it's a date, right? Harry laughed after he said it, so it must be a joke. It has to be a joke for sure.

"You ready to go?" Louis asks, biting his lip as he peers back up at Harry. The boy smiles gently, something shifting in his eyes before nodding softly.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

—

"Lou? You okay?"

Louis startles out of his thoughts when Harry tugs on his hair ever so gently, now aware of their close proximity as they sway together to the sappy love song playing around them. Harry insisted that they dance, and Louis couldn't refuse his pouty face. His hands are on Harry's waist and Harry's arms are looped around his neck, pulling him closer and closer and closer.

"Yeah, I'm great. Just a bit sleepy I guess," Louis murmurs, tucking his face into the juncture of Harry's neck. He doesn't care who might see him and think they're weird, he just wants to breathe in Harry's scent a little more (not as creepily as it sounds). He smells distinctly like vanilla and home.

They've been talking to their classmates all night and Louis had to go through it completely sober, which is torturing. He's just so glad to finally be alone with Harry. 

Harry hums, fingers scratching at the hairs on the nape of Louis' neck.

"Let's go back to my house then, wanna spend the night with you," He mumbles. There's no implication in his tone but his words still send a shiver down Louis' spine, something that has him burying his nose further into Harry's neck.

"You sure you want to leave?" He checks. Harry was so excited to come here and have fun, and they've only been here for about two hours. He wouldn't want to ruin Harry's night.

"Of course, Lou. Just wanted to spend some time showing you off to everybody, so I'm good for today," Harry giggles softly right next to his ear and Louis feels his stomach swooping at his words. His tone is playful but the way he says it is almost possessive? Louis can't quite put his finger on it.

"Alright, darling, let's go," Louis pulls away, immediately missing the warmth. Harry is smiling at him when he lifts his chin, his arms still looped around his neck. 

Harry's eyes are gentle and Louis sees something flash in them again, just like before. It makes him nervous, as if Harry is about to do something that might make him too flustered to think. He could always recognize that mischievous glint in Harry's eyes.

"I want you to kiss me before we go..."  Harry whispers, voice quiet as if these words are only for the two of them. "Show everyone that I'm yours."

Louis' breath hitches almost inaudibly, but he knows Harry caught it by the challenging shift in his features. Louis slides his arms back around Harry's waist and they're joined together again, although Louis is sure they could be miles apart and still connected somehow. He's suddenly aware again that they're in the middle of a crowd of people, all coupled up and dancing along slowly to the beat of the song humming around them.

Is Harry his? Or is this all just fun for him? 

Louis leans in despite his doubts, kissing Harry just like he always does. It's simple and soft, Harry pulling him closer and running his fingers through his hair while Louis clutches to his waist like Harry might disappear into thin air at any second. It's short and both of their lips taste like the cheap punch that the school served, but it's perfect. Because it's Harry.

They break apart not much long after their lips met, it was a simple kiss and Harry seems so pleased that Louis actually went along with what he asked of him that Louis has the sudden urge to have Harry make a list of everything he wants in life and make all of them come true. If Louis had one of those lists, the only thing on it would be Harry's name. Cheesy, but it's true.

They pull away from each other reluctantly and go to say goodbye to their friends, giving dozens of kisses on cheeks all around until Harry is eventually tugging Louis out of the large building and into the parking lot. 

Louis makes a surprised noise when Harry pushes him up against his car, one hand tangled in Louis' hair to tilt his head to the side and kiss at his neck, marking his skin eagerly. Louis practically gasps, eyes instinctively falling shut and melting into the touch.

"Want you to fuck me, Lou. Want you to so bad," Harry whispers, voice raspy. "Please, please, please."

Louis almost loses it when Harry starts begging, his mind clouding over with all the pros and cons of Harry's suggestion. He's definitely thought of this before, and knew it wasn't long before Harry brought it up. He's scared to be Harry first, what if he's not good enough? What if Harry ends up regretting it and their friendship is ruined? Or what if Harry inevitably realizes he's not so attracted to Louis anymore? They're all pretty reasonable possibilities.

But then Harry is whispering little pleas in his ear again and kissing his skin like it's the last time he'll ever get to touch Louis, so what else is Louis supposed to do? He's weak and Harry is a dream come true.

"Haz," Louis breathes out, throat wobbling at the overwhelming love he's feeling right now. God, he's so in love it hurts. Harry pulls away, eyes sad as if he thinks Louis might reject him. Already moving to pull away with his bottom lip stuck between his teeth but Louis holds him tighter around his waist before he can. "Haz, yes. I want to. Of course I want to. But are you sure? Just wanna make sure you're thinking about this? You haven't had any alcohol tonight?" 

Harry grins at him, dipping down and placing a small kiss right in the middle of Louis' collarbone. Louis shivers, the cold of the night mixed with Harry's gentle lips. 

"I haven't stopped thinking about it for a while, Lou. And you've been with me all night, 'course I haven't had anything to drink."

Louis bites his lip, still processing what Harry is asking him to do. "Harry, I don't even have lube, I mean — I have condoms, I think? And what if I end up making a mistake — "

"I have lube," Harry giggles. He leans in and presses a kiss to Louis' lips. "We don't have to, Lou. I was just sort of hoping that you'd be my first," he whispers into the silence of the parking lot. 

"Really?" Louis lifts his chin abruptly. His gut clenches at the thought of anyone else being Harry's first, getting to see him all spread out on the bed, naked and willing. Just like he has always been for Louis. God, Louis internally groans, he really doesn't want to even think about that anymore.

"Lou, is that even a question? I know how special it'll be if it's with you, I can't imagine wanting anyone else." Harry pauses for a moment, voice quieter as he continues. "Ever."

Louis just kisses him, not sure what else to do. Harry responds immediately, moaning against his mouth and pushing him harder into the car.

"C'mon, let's drive back to your house."

—

All of Harry's clothes are off almost the second after they stumble into his bedroom, Louis' out of breath as he takes sight of him and he's lazily tugging his own clothes off. Harry whines impatiently, reaching to undo Louis' trousers and pull them down his legs.

"Harry, wanna take this slow."  Louis leans in and presses a soft kiss to his lips. "So go lay on the bed for me, okay?" He quirks an eyebrow as Harry practically stares up at him in awe.  

"Sorry, sorry," He rushes out, face flushed as he crawls onto the bed. He's completely exposed, his hard length laying on his belly and not even daring to touch it before Louis gets all of his clothes off. Louis watches him, teasingly taking longer. Until Harry gives a weak moan and ruts his hips up, a silent beg for Louis to hurry up.

Louis chuckles softly, running a hand through his messy hair before climbing onto the bed with Harry and straddling his hips. He runs his hands slowly over Harry's smooth chest, giggling as he pinches of his nipples. Harry squirms, his own tiny laugh falling past his lips. Louis is trying to lighten the mood, Harry seems so tense and nervous, he wants him to relax.

"You're so pretty," Louis murmurs, almost privately as his fingers graze over Harry's soft skin. He's never been more thankful for one of Anne and Gemma's 'girl's trip' before now. He's got Harry just for himself all night, and he intends to take advantage of that.

"Shut up." Harry blushes, playfully pushing at Louis' hip. Louis grins, ducking down and latching his lips to Harry's neck. Harry's breath hitches, his mouth forming an 'o' shape.

"I'm being serious, Haz. You're the prettiest," He whispers, sucking tiny marks right below Harry's ear. Harry is squirming underneath him, short little gasps of air until Louis pulls away and he's able to breathe properly. 

"Lou," Harry moans, rutting his hips up right into Louis' bum. Harry's eyes flutter shut at the friction, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Louis licks his lips, giving Harry no warning before dipping down again and latching his lips onto Harry's neck.

Louis is so hard that it's starting to hurt, but he focuses all of his attention on Harry. He runs his fingers through Harry's curls, tugging softly and nipping at the sensitive skin below Harry's jaw. He rolls his hips down right onto Harry's erection and the boy beneath him gasps, throwing his head back as a small moan escapes his lips.

"Holy fuck, Lou," Harry huffs, chest flushed pink as he tries to rut his hips up again. 

"Where's your lube?" Louis asks, licking a line up the column of Harry's throat. 

"Uh...bottom drawer of my nightstand."

Louis reaches over, half of his body basically hanging off the bed as he tries to reach into Harry's bottom drawer. He fumbles around for the lube and rolls his eyes when he sees a box of condoms. What was Harry thinking about when he bought those? 

Louis sits up and straddles Harry's hips again, setting down the items and then sliding his fingers into Harry's silky curls. "Gonna eat you out, okay?" Louis murmurs, tugging carefully at Harry's hair. Harry's eyes widen slightly, biting his lip.

"That's — that's...yes, please," Harry breathes out, barely able to form a full sentence. Louis grins and the slides off of Harry.

"Turn on your stomach, baby, want you to prop your bum up," Louis instructs. Harry blushes prettily at the pet name, turning over onto his belly and using his knees to lift up his bum for Louis. 

Louis grins, pleased at Harry's willingness. He's getting a bit nervous, but he's too excited to get his mouth on Harry to think about it. Harry wiggles his bum, reaching a hand underneath himself and wrapping it around his cock, probably trying to relieve some pressure.

"Haz, did I say you could touch yourself?" Louis frowns, placing both of his hands on Harry's arse cheeks and spreading them slowly. Harry whimpers, snatching his hand away as if it'll hurt him to continue.

"Sorry, Lou," Harry chokes out, burying his face into his elbow. Louis leans down, pressing one kiss to Harry's pink hole. Harry gasps, instinctively jumping forward a little at the touch. 

"Gotta stay still, love. Unless you don't want this?" Louis raises an eyebrow.

"No! I mean — yes?" Harry whines, breathing unevenly. "Just please, Lou. I want it so bad."

Louis smiles, ducking down and suddenly pressing his tongue flat against Harry's hole. Harry's thighs are already shaking and Louis doesn't hold back after that. He spreads Harry's cheeks farther and buries his face into his peachy bum, closing his eyes as he licks and sucks around Harry's rim.

Harry keeps whining and he lets out a loud, choked moan when Louis tries to open him up with his tongue. Harry thighs are still shaking, but Louis can tell he's trying to be still for him, which he loves. Louis gives his bum a little squeeze, moaning against his skin.

"Lou! God, fuck, I'm gonna come," Harry whimpers loudly, wiggling his bum but Louis doesn't stop, just dips his tongue farther into Harry's hole and Harry groans softly. 

It's not two seconds later that Harry is moaning Louis' name and coming untouched onto the sheets below him. Louis pulls away, afraid that Harry is too sensitive. Harry immediately falls without Louis holding him up, panting heavily into his arm and curling his toes as he comes down from his high.

"Was that good, baby?" Louis asks, rubbing his lower back lovingly. Harry just whimpers in response, rutting into the sheets, probably not used to the feeling of coming without any friction on his cock. 

Louis helps him roll onto his back and immediately starts pressing kisses up his belly and chest, until he can reach up and pet Harry's sweaty curls away from his his face.

"Lou," Harry whispers, eyes fluttering open. His bottom lip is bitten red and his cheeks are bright pink, Louis kisses the corner of his mouth and down to his jaw. "Want you to fuck me, please."

"So polite," Louis teases, mouthing at his skin lazily. Harry wraps his long legs around Louis' waist, pressing them closer together until Louis' cock rubs against Harry's bum. Harry whines, pushing his hips down more, trying to get Louis to rub against him again. "Gotta open you up first, love." 

"Alright." Harry nods softly. "Can I get a kiss first?"

Louis smiles down at Harry, his beautiful, beautiful Harry. "'Course," he murmurs, leaning down and catching Harry's lips with his own. Harry makes noise of contentment against his mouth, sliding a hand over the nape of his neck to deepen their kiss. 

Louis blindly fumbles for the lube, pressing short pecks to Harry's lips as he opens the bottle. "Finally," Harry mutters, Louis giggles and pinches his thigh playfully. Harry just smiles at him, fond and a little out of it.

Louis slicks his fingers up with lube, his heart thudding in his chest as he sits between Harry's thighs. Harry immediately spreads his legs, taking a small breath. Louis presses gentle kisses to the inside of Harry's thighs to calm them both down, and it works when Louis feels Harry's muscles relax underneath his lips. 

He presses one finger against Harry's hole and it slides in rather easily from Louis opening Harry up with his tongue, so he adds a second finger in next to it, basking in the low moan Harry releases. He twists his fingers, sliding them in further and pulling them out until he gains a slow rhythm. He's done this to himself a couple times, so he's not completely clueless as to what to do.

Louis scissors him open, brows furrowed in concentration. The curl of his fingers has Harry startling and his eyes are wide as he sits up. "Wha — was that...how did you — ?" 

"That feel good?" Louis smirks, curling his fingers again and rubbing insistently at the bundle of nerves. Harry lets out a very loud, drawn out moan and falls back, his back arching and his fingers clenching at the sheets around him tightly.

"Holy Fuck, Lou. Keep doing that, please," Harry begs, pushing back onto Louis' fingers desperately. His cock is hard once again and he's rutting into the air.

"Hm, opening up so well for me, baby." Louis murmurs encouragingly, adding a third and last finger. Harry's breath hitches, freezing up until he lets out a groan and pushes down onto Louis' hand. Louis continues opening him up until he deems him ready, grabbing the condom next to Harry on the bed and ripping it open.

"Lemme do it," Harry insists, words slow as if he's not completely coherent. Louis hands the condom to him, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder to hold himself up as Harry slides the rubber onto his cock. Louis smirks when Harry lingers a little longer than necessary, hand stroking his cock carefully.

"Alright, Haz." Louis chuckles, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Can you slide a pillow under your hips for me, darling?"

Harry hums softly, laying down and lazily sliding one of his pillows right under his hips, propping himself up. Louis settles between his legs and Harry immediately wraps them around his waist, leaning up to kiss at Louis' neck and sucking small love bites into his tan skin.

Louis grins, lining himself up with Harry's entrance. His hands may be shaking a little with nerves, but eventually he starts pushing in ever so slowly. Harry gasps, his lips disconnecting from Louis' skin as he throws his head back.

"Shit, Lou," Harry whines, back arching up until their tummies are rubbing together, Harry's cock trapped between them.

"You want me to stop?" Louis questions in a whisper. He's pretty sure his lip is going to split open with how hard he's biting it. God, Harry is so tight and the feeling of his legs wrapped around him is unreal. 

"No, no. Please, don't stop," Harry simpers, fingers clawing at Louis' back as Louis pushes in farther. He's panting softly, dull nails scratching down Louis' back until he far enough to grip at Louis' bum. Louis moans, bottoming out and tucking his face into Harry's neck.

He gains a slow rhythm, trying to be as careful as possible. Harry presses his heels into the back of Louis' thighs, moaning and making high pitched noises right in his ear. Louis' belly is rubbing against Harry's hardening cock and Harry seems to be searching for the friction, his fingers gripping at the swell of Louis' bum.

"Harder, Lou. Feels so good," Harry whines. Louis nips at his neck before pulling out a little and then snapping his hips forward. Harry gasps, a throaty groan soon falling from his  lips. "Ah, yes!"

"Yeah? Like it when I'm rough?" Louis whispers in his ear, building a faster and harder rhythm, angling himself until he hits the spot that has Harry squirming beneath him.

"Love it," Harry whimpers out, his large hands sliding up Louis' back as his nails dig into Louis' skin. Louis moans loudly, reaching back to hold Harry's legs against him as he pounds into him harder. Harry lets out a tiny noise every time he thrusts in, his curls bouncing against the pillow underneath his head and his eyes glazed over.

"Hm, you feel so good around me," Louis whispers in his ear, going slower but deeper as he continues ramming into Harry's prostate. "Such a good boy for me, yeah? Always so good."

"For you, only you," Harry chokes out, biting his lip. "Only you."

"Only me."

With that Harry comes, toes curling as he throws his head back, come shooting between their bellies and Louis fucking him through his high. Somehow while he was watching Harry come, Louis' hips start stuttering and he lets out a soft growl as he spills into the condom, burying himself deeper into Harry.

Harry whines, legs slowly unraveling and his whole body going limp beneath Louis. Louis eventually pulls out, pressing a kiss to Harry's chest before getting up off the bed so he throw away the condom. 

"Where're you going?" Harry complains, curling in on himself as he watches Louis with slow eyes.

"Gonna get a cloth to wash you up, I'll be back in bed soon," Louis assures him, walking into Harry's bathroom and looking around for something he can clean Harry up with. He's just walking around stark naked but he can't seem to care, he eventually finds a small towel and gets it wet under the sink. 

Louis walks back into the room and finds Harry laying in the exact same spot that he left him, eyes fluttering lazily and his milky skin littered with love bites. Louis bites his lip, holding back a low moan that threatens to escape. He quietly climbs back onto the bed, pressing the cloth to Harry's skin and gently wiping up all the come and sweat on his cock and belly. Harry makes a small noise and Louis looks up at him, heart stopping when he sees tears gathering in Harry's eyes.

"Hazza? What's wrong?" Louis immediately throws the towel in the hamper so he can cuddle Harry, wrapping his arms around him tightly. Harry sniffs, face burying into Louis’ chest so when he speaks his words are muffled.

”Can I tell you something?” 

“‘Course,” Louis responds immediately. His chest tightens with anticipation.

"I — I'm in love with you," Harry murmurs, there's a silent pause between them but Harry is talking again before Louis can get a word out. A small tear rolls down his cheek but Louis is quick to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb. "I know that wasn't how this was supposed to go...it was just supposed to be some stupid practice thing — but I've had a crush on you since the first day we met and I can't imagine my life without you, Lou. You're everything to me, I just — I love you so much that — "

Louis kisses him, his mind is reeling and he's too high on shock to form any actual words. So he just kisses him, a soft press of their lips, Harry's tears are salty against his tongue and Harry kisses back with the same fervent.

"I love you too, H. You have no idea." Louis peppers kisses on Harry's cheeks and wipes away his tears again with gentle hands. Harry's eyes widen and he looks at Louis like he's just been told he won the lottery.

"Are you serious? That's really not fucking funny if you're jok — "

"Of course I'm being serious, Haz. I love you." Louis smiles, his face might split in half if he keeps saying those words out loud. Harry loves him?! This must be a dream, but Louis never wants to wake up.

"Whoa, Louis Tomlinson is in love with me," Harry mumbles, clearly talking to himself even though Louis is right in front of him.

"You're an idiot," Louis giggles, ducking down and latching his lips to Harry's. Harry kisses back for a moment but then he pulls away.

"Boyfriends?"

Louis nods quickly, so fast his head might spin off. "Boyfriends."

Harry smiles brightly at him and then they're kissing for hours and hours, by the time they fall asleep that night, they have their limbs tangled together and dopey smiles on their faces. It might be stupid, and you can call Louis a sappy idiot all you want, but Louis has a feeling this is who he’ll be falling asleep next to for the rest of his life. And he couldn’t have asked for anything better than that. 

FIN.