(A/N I AM A DISCLAIMER)

"FUCK!" I screamed, throwing my phone across the kitchen. Fuck this, fuck Eleanor, fuck life, fuck management, fuck me, fuck not being able to be who I am, fuck my stupid decisions. Fuck, I screwed up so badly. I couldn't stop crying. I sat down on the couch and steadied my breathing, before standing up and walking up stairs to Harry's room. I knocked on his door.

"Harry?" I called.

No answer.

"Haz?"

No answer.

"Harry, if you don't let me in in the next five seconds, I'm coming in."

"5...4...3...2...1. Okay, I'm coming in." I opened the door to find Harry laying in bed, flipping through channels on the telly.

"Hazza?" I asked softly.

He stared at the screen.

"Hazza, please talk to me." I took two steps forward.

"How could you, Lou?" He asked, turning to look at me. The tears came quicker when I saw how broken he looked. My angel.

You did that to him arsehole, the voice inside my head said. I sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath. I wiped the tears off of my face before saying

"Harry, I'm so sorry. And, I'm not just saying that to say it; I sincerely mean it. Harry, you're my everything. I love you, I love you so much, you and only you. I only went through with it so she thought I truly loved her. I want her to think that so she doesn't get suspiscious of us. I love you, Harry, so much. I want you and only you. When ever you're around me, the days are brighter and longer, the food tastes better, the music sounds more beautiful. Harry, I can't live without you. You're my angel. My beautiful, curly haired angel. I love you so, so much, Harry, more than I've ever loved anyone before in my life. Please, please forgive me."

"Lou., I don't think-"

"Harry, please, baby. Please, angel. I love you so much, I don't want to be without you", I begged, cutting him off, "Remember, its you and me, forever and always."

He sighed. "Okay, Lou. You and me. Forever and always."

I smiled, relieved and pulled him into my arms.

"You know, I can't resist your touch." Harry mumbled.

"I know." I chuckled, kissing him on the cheek.

"I love you, Lou."

"I love you too, Hazza."

"So, when you and Eleanor fucked, how did you feel?" Harry questioned.

"I felt disgusting and worthless. It made me realize how much I hate vaginas and how much I love penis. Especially your penis."

He laughed. "My penis and I love you too, Lou bear."

"Did you use lube?" He added.

"Nah. I only use lube for my Hazza."

He grinned. "You're the best, boo bear."

"And don't you forget it."

"I think I wanna break things off with Eleanor." I said, next morning over breakfast.

"Pfffttt." Harry spit out his tea.

"Wait, what? Louis, are you sure?"

I nodded, wiping off the tea on Harry's chin.

"I want to. There's no point in going out with someone if you don't love them."

Harry smiled. "Are you gonna tell her the truth about, ya know, us?"

"Oh no. Not yet. I think the first person, er people, we should tell are Niall, Zayn and Liam."

Harry nodded. "Agreed."

"But, Lou, what about all that stuff you said last night? About how you only did it so she'd think you truly loved her. She's going to suspect something and you're going to break her heart."

"I know, Haz. It's worth it for you. I mean I'm hurting her more by pretending."

He nodded. "Mmkay, Lou. Thank you."

"Your welcome, love."

"When are you going to do it?" He asked, eagerly.

"Erm. Couple days? If I did it today, I'd seem like a dick head."

"The sooner you do it, the better it is." He reminded.

"Oh shut up, you just want me all to yourself." I said, jokingly.

Harry grinned. "Forever and always." He reminded.

I kissed him lightly on his lips.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Boo Bear."

I grinned and walked over to the cupboard to make myself some cereal.

"Hey, Lou?" Hazza asked.

"Yes, babe?"

"Do you find me...attractive?" He asked, nervously.

My mouth dropped open in shock.

"Harry Edward Styles, are you kidding me? Of course I think you're attractive! You're more than attractive, you're perfect. You're the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on, Harry. If you don't believe me, I have millions of boys, men, teenage girls and their mothers to prove it. Why would you ask such a thing?"

Harry shrugged. "D'know."

"Hazza, please tell me."

"No, it's not important."

"Harry! Tell me!" I begged.

"No, Louis. It's nothing."

"Hazza!"

"Louis!" He said, imitating me.

"Harry, if you don't tell me, no sex tonight or tomorrow."

Harry gasped. "You wouldn't..."

"Oh, but I would." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Louisss, please don't make me tell you."

"Hazza, please, tell me! Come on baby, I won't judge you. You know that."

"I mean, I guess."

"Please, angel?" I walked over to him and ran my fingers through his hairs. He clamped his mouth shut.

"I know you wanna moan." I whispered, seductively.

"Lou?" He squeaked out.

"Yes, baby?"

"I-I want-"

"Tell me what you want, love." I purred.

"I want, I want, you inside me."

I smirked, running my finger tips along his spine. He shivered.

"Fuck, Lou, feels so good. Please, please get inside me, Lou."

I pulled away. "Nuh-uh, Harry, if you want it, you gotta tell me what that question was about."

"But, Lou-" He protested.

"Butts are for fucking."

"Ha. Ha. You're such a tease."

I shrugged.

He sighed heavily.

"Fine. Here it goes, before I auditioned for the x-factor, I used to get bullied a lot in school. It was this group of tall, muscular jocks who were all bigger and stronger than me. They were so mean to me, Lou. They'd hurt me mentally and physically. The names they called me were so hurtful. Even though I deprived myself of being straight, they called me gay and said I was ugly and worthless and lots of other nasty things. They said I had nothing to live for and that no one could ever love someone like me. They used to throw things at me and shove me into lockers and onto the ground. They'd spit on me and taunt me, laughing at how pathetic I was. And then one day, I was using the restroom and they said they wanted to kill me. They locked the door and started beating the shit out of me," Harry was now crying, "They punched and kicked me until I was all bloodied and bruised. They left me there on the floor and walked away. It was so horrible, Lou. I thought that nobody was ever going to want to be with me. I felt pathetic, defenseless and unwanted. I had no one to run to. And that night, I felt so suicidal. When I was ready to kill myself, I saw a commercial for auditions on the x-factor on my telly and thought maybe I could win and then I'd have the last laugh, so that's why I didn't go through with killing myself. But, it hurt so much, Lou. I felt so ugly and disgusting. They traumatized me." Harry sniffed.

"Oh, Hazza." I said, sadly, pulling him into my arms. "I had no idea that happened to you. I'm so sorry, baby. They'll never hurt you anymore. I promise you that. Ya know why? Cause your mine. I won't let anybody hurt you in anyway, angel. I'm glad you didn't kill yourself. If you did, I never would have found you and I never would have been this happy. You make me so happy, Harry. You really do. You know how to make me feel good without saying anything. And, all of those people who messed with you are probably really sorry now because look at you, you're on top of the world. I love you, Hazz."

Harry smiled through the tears.

"Thank you for loving me, Lou. Thanks for making me feel like I'm worth something, thanks for making me feel special."

I grinned. "Aw, Hazz." I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him close and kissing him on his plumb, red lips. I moved one hand away from his waist and played with his curls, which drove him mad as he pulled away and moaned with pleasure. I bit my lip, Harry was just so sexy, I felt myself growing hard. Harry looked down, noticing my boner; he looked back up at me and grinned. But, his smile faded as soon as it came, and he cleared his throat.

"Bedroom. Now." He deadpanned.

"Carry me up the stairs." I said, spreading my arms out wide. He obeyed, picking me up and carrying me up the stairs, bridal style. He threw me on the bed in his room and attacked my face with kisses. I pushed him off and onto the bed, so he was on his back; he pulled me on top of him and we continued kissing. I began a trail of love bites down his neck.

"Louuu." He whimpered.

I continued to nip at his neck.

"Lou, your too good to me."

I looked up at him, "Of course I am. You deserve to be treated the way I treat you." I said.

"No. I don't deserve to be treated like this." He said, running his large hands through my hair.

"Yes, you do, Hazza."

"No. I want to treat you the way you treat me."

"What are you talking about? You treat me like a prince, Harry."

"No I don't. You treat me like a prince."

"You're crazy." I said, shaking my head and smiling.

"Lou, seriously I-"

I cut him off, kissing him so he'd stop talking crazy.

"Mmm. You sure know how to shut me up." He said, lazily, into the kiss.

I pulled away and smiled, bitting my lip.

"I know." I shrugged.

He grinned at me, "You look so sexy when you do that. The lip bitting thing, it drives me mad."

"And you drive me mad, Hazz. You really do."