The older lad had Zayn pressed up against the wall just outside the lounge room, his lips attached to his neck as he nipped fiercely at the skin, wanting desperately to leave his mark on the man that was not his.
And although the Bradford boy knew that Louis' wasn't his to fool around with, he couldn't help but crave the feeling of Louis pressing him up against the fall with such force, that he may or may not have questioned releasing himself right then and there.
But that wasn't right. Not here, in the foyer of the Stylinson's apartment. This was the flat in which Louis lived with his boyfriend, Harry, and although this fact was clear as the three boys were all best of friends, Louis and Zayn thought Harry was out of town and tonight they'd have the house to themselves.
They were wrong.
"What the-" Harry gasped, only taking one step into the apartment when he was met with the sight before him. Zayn was moaning Louis' name, and Louis didn't seem to mind. His boyfriend was attacking someone else with his lips, that were meant to be only for Harry.
Even with his presence, the two boys ahead of him didn't stop. Whether or not it was because they didn't hear him, or they didn't care was a question only answered when Harry slammed the front door shut with such a bang the older two sprung apart instantaneously, guilty expressions flooding over their features within seconds.
"Harry… I…" Louis begun, taking a step towards the curly haired boy, but was only met in the face with the slamming of the front door, and a stream of tears leaving his eyes as he realized that he'd probably just made the biggest mistake of his life.