As it happens, its quite easy for Harry to pretend he's not doing anything wrong which should be more concerning than he actually finds it.
Really, he doesn't though. The night he'd come home from Louis' house, he'd kept his indiscretion to himself. After a few days of immense guilt and avoiding Nick as subtly as possible, he felt better. At least as better as someone who was cheating on his fiance could be.
It was obvious that anyone around him would be completely disappointed in their actions but he couldn't help himself. His attraction to Louis and the love he held deep down in his heart drew him like a moth to a beautiful flame.
Even after all that had happened, Louis looked so beautiful. More hesitant and unsure than he'd ever seen, but every bit the boy he fell in love with all those years ago. The draw was too intense for him to ignore.
He and Louis kept in touch sporadically with text messages, Louis still standing firm on the fact that he wouldn't be "the other woman" as he had dubbed it. Therefore, whenever Harry tried to flirt in the least, he shut him down pretty quick.
There were times Louis would slip, of course, he was only human. He would break and respond to it with his own flirtatious texts that made Harry smile stupidly at his phone for hours.
He was really lucky to get this chance again. There was no amount in the world that could ever explain just how much considering the fact that he'd been such a shit boyfriend. They definitely needed to work on their communication.
He needed to gain Louis' trust again. Somehow he thought not telling Nick might be going in the opposite direction but that was a conversation he really needed to prep for.
It wasn't long until Louis was pulled into the office of his management, a rather unimpressed looking Simon sitting at the side of the group of annoyed looking men and one woman.
He plopped down in the chair, knowing this was going to be a very long, long talk and he wasn't really ready for it, rubbing his temples slowly.
"I get that you're mad but it was something I needed to do." He started, toying with the hem of his shirt. "It was the only way."
The head of his management team rubbed his eyes, sighing shortly while Simon spoke.
"No it really wasn't the only way and you knew that. You knew you had a contract that specifically told you to keep away from these topics, Louis." The male moved closer to him, leaning against his chair to look him straight in the eye. "Your problem is that you don't want to listen."
Louis scoffed, pressing his lips together in a straight line while his face tinted red from anger. "Forget it. None of you will ever understand."
The head raised his eyebrows, leaning back against his seat, and crossed his arms. "Just what is it that you think we don't understand? We are trying to ensure you have a future. Is that not what you want? A career?"
"Not if this is how I get it." Louis stood up, pushing Simon out of his personal space. "You guys are so concerned with appearances that you are too damn blind to see that there are thousands of people who fucking loved me and Harry together. Who cares who doesn't? Its not whatever fucked up decade you grew up in anymore. People actually respect and like and appreciate gay people now."
Simon sighed. "Louis-"
"No! Fuck you, Simon. You started all of this with your bullshit, straight laced, cookie cutter, pop star image. That stupid 'lets appeal to the teenage girl masses by denying your sexuality' narrative that you pushed on us." He exhaled shakily, crossing his own arms over his chest. He could barely breathe but he pushed the words out like he was breaking for the surface while drowning. His voice was trembling as he spoke."We were just kids. We were in love and you couldn't accept that, so you changed it. You were worried about how we made you look just as much as how we made ourselves look."
Simon stayed silent, clearly unable to come up with a response to his outburst. A flicker of shock lit up in his eyes before it burnt out. Louis took a minute before he spoke up again, his emotions getting the best of him.
"All of this shit the past couple years didn't even have to happen but because of a bunch of money hungry homophobic pricks such as yourselves, my relationship fell apart and I tried to end my life." He continued, his voice strained. "You can do whatever you want to me but i'm done with this."
With that statement, he exited the office and slammed the door so hard that he thought the glass windows might break. What he just did might have been the biggest mistake of his life, he loved his music career, but he found that even though things were complicated right now, he loved Harry so much more.
It was worth the sacrifice.
When he returned home, it was to Harry sitting at his front door. Which was, to say the least, very unexpected.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Harry froze, looking up to see Louis moving towards him cautiously. "Hey. I wanted to see you."
He smiled, the telltale dimples indenting his cheeks and well he'd always been a little weak for those but he still wasn't budging seeing as how he knew Harry hadn't talked to Nick yet.
He came to a stop in front of Harry, arms crossed. "Well you've seen me. Here I am. Now you should probably go see your future husband."
"I already see him." The smile on Harry's face grew brighter.
Louis turned his head away as he moved towards his front door, trying to hide the hints of a smile starting to spread across his face, a slight blush coloring his cheeks a soft pink. It was really fucking unfair how cute he could be sometimes. Obviously he couldn't just let him have the pleasure of knowing he might have broken his resolve a bit.
He turned back towards Harry, leaning back against the door, a hand behind him on the doorknob.
"You know, I wonder what Nick would think of that."
Harry groaned, rolling his eyes while he approached Louis, leaning on his forearm against the door above the man's head. "You really have to mention him?"
Louis raised his eyebrows, his free hand toying with one of the few buttoned buttons of Harry's shirt, accidently unbuttoning it. "Considering you're with him and not me still, yeah i do. He may be a dickhead but he is a dickhead who should know the truth."
The younger boy sighed heavily. "I know. I'm working on it."
"Work faster." Louis whispered, teasing a finger into the open fabric of Harry's shirt, letting his nail glide against the soft, pale skin of his stomach.
Harry leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his but with only just the faintest of touches he knew Louis would allow in such an interaction. His own free hand placed itself on Louis' hip and to his surprise, his hand wasn't slapped away.
"You're such a tease." His voice was rough and deep already and he hated it.
Louis smiled, grazing their noses against one another."Its funny how you still act like you don't like it, love."
His heart was thumping wildly in his chest as was always normal with any situation that had to do with being in close proximity to Harry but it was so much different this time. A deeper desperation. It was more than a sexual urge, it was a need to connect. To have every part of Harry. It made everything more intense.
Right now he couldn't have Harry. Not with Nick on the line and he'd have to be okay with that.
When Harry didn't reply, his gaze only got deeper, Louis pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him backwards. "I think that's enough risk for tonight."
"Can I come in?" Harry asked, startling even himself. "We don't- I mean I won't try anything. Maybe we can just talk."
Against Louis' better judgement, he decided to let Harry in. Call him crazy but he would have rather gotten everything sorted out before they had a chance to start over again. It just sounded easier to him.
They spent a few hours laying on his sectional, talking about how they can better effectively communicate with each other when they got back together.
Harry agreed not to just run away when things get hard and when they get into fights after hearing how utterly useless and upset it made him feel to know he chased the boy away every single time they had fought before. He also agreed to hearing him out on things that maybe Louis couldn't explain right away. He agreed to the fact that it was quite childish to disappear for days after the briana thing happened.
Lastly, Harry promised him not to throw himself into his work so much that he forgot to cherish and love him and their relationship. It was one of the main things that had started the beginning of the end Louis' side. He had gotten so busy that they rarely spent any time together.
They decided right then and there that there was nothing more important than their relationship even though Harry's career would always be of high importance to him, which he was okay with.
Louis, in turn, promised to learn to deal with the things that troubled him by talking to his boyfriend first instead of relying on booze and drugs and partying. He acknowledged that it wasn't okay to just expect Harry to know that he was struggling and that he needed to open his mouth and talk. Any loss or heartache he knew that the younger boy could make better in his life and the reasons now why he hadn't thought so before escaped him.
Most importantly, they swore to trust each other. To commit themselves to one another and to the fact that they would never put themselves or each other through a situation like this again.
When they finished their talk, they were laying on the long end of the couch, facing each other, gazing into each others eyes. No one had said a word in a while and the air between them had become thick with something Louis couldn't put his finger on.
Harry reached forward, grazing his thumb over Louis' cheek bone, across his jaw, and over his bottom lip. "You're beautiful, you know that?"
Louis' eyelashes fluttered, unconsciously turning his face into the action. He breathed out a laugh. "Might have mentioned it before."
"Its unreal how beautiful you are. I'm an idiot." Harry whispered.
"Harry.." Louis started, pushing himself up on his arm.
Harry followed suit, as if he was desperate to keep their eyes connected somehow. "No. You've been through so much. People have been beating you down and making you do so much screwed up stuff in your life and you've taken it and you're still here. You're amazing."
Louis pushed himself up to a sitting position. "I take it you heard."
"Simon called. He sounded weird but he told me you gave him a proper tongue lashing." Harry chuckled, sitting up next to Louis.
He shrugged. "Wasn't anything that he didn't deserve. He's done enough to me. I didn't survive an eating disorder because of his shit to cave when he tries to ambush me about this."
Harry froze solid, his expression changing into one of painful sadness. Louis wanted to kiss it away. He didn't.
"What?"
He'd forgotten he'd never told Harry about his eating disorder when they were younger. One of the horrible results of Simon making him feel like he didn't quite fit the image of an attractive male pop star.
He'd gone a long while with it to the point where it scared him to look at himself in the mirror before breaking down and telling Zayn and then his mum soon after. He had never told Harry because they were still young and he really didn't want the younger boy to worry so much as he was prone to do.
He also didn't wanna see that sadness. The kind he's seeing now.
"I-Haz-"
Harry held up a hand, quieting him. "You didn't tell me this, why?"
Louis opened and closed his mouth a few times but nothing came out, knowing whatever response he could think of really would not be good enough. He was already upset about it and probably would be until Louis explained more in depth.
"It was back when we were younger. Simon was having talks with me about going on diets and trying to get rid of my 'tummy'." Louis shook his head, biting his lower lip to keep it from trembling. "I didn't feel good enough for the band already and then he was basically telling me I was fat. It was a lot for me to deal with."
Sympathy grew in Harry's eyes. Sympathy, sadness, and a bit of rage tucked carefully in between the two. Louis could see it in his eyes and he wanted to put that fire out. He wanted to put all of it out. He just wanted Harry to be happy.
When he said nothing, Louis continued. "I stopped eating for months. Lost all that weight and tried to balance it with working out with Liam so I didn't look like a skeleton with my clothes off."
No sooner than he had finished what he said was he enveloped in a tight, warm hug. Harry's arms were secured around him so tightly it was close to cutting off his air supply but he couldn't find it in him to care. It was when he felt the boy's shoulders shaking that he knew he was crying and that wouldn't do.
"Hazza. I'm okay now." Louis said softly, burying his face into the lavender smelling curls atop his love's head, fingers travelling up and down his spine.
Harry leaned up, his glossy green eyes, piercing into blue. "I just wish you hadn't gone through that. You're perfect the way you are, why would anyone change you?"
Louis cupped his face with both his hands, thumbs grazing the soft skin. "It wouldn't matter anyway. The only one I believe is you."
The next thing he knew, they were kissing, Harry's warm lips pressed against his, slightly salty from his tears. It was a simple kiss, there was no heat behind it, but it was enough to communicate all the passion and love Harry held for him. He felt it in the warmth radiating through his body all the way to his toes.
It made him want more.
Louis climbed onto his lap, straddling him much like he had the first night they slept together, and ran his tongue against the seam of Harry's lips, teasing them open enough for him to slide his tongue into his mouth. All of his fingers were buried in soft, curly locks, gripping the hair gently when he felt the boy's hands sliding up the back of his shirt, fingertips pressing into skin.
Their tongues collided together in a slow, tantilizing dance as they kissed, content with just doing that. Their night had been emotionally charged as it was with everything they worked through and Louis wasn't going to have sex with Harry until they were back together for good.
When Harry's hands slid down to grip and squeeze his ass, their kiss broke but their foreheads stayed locked together, Louis breathing out a moan. He was so fucking wild for this boy. They were wild and hot for each other and the way Harry was touching him right now, kneading his ass with his hands, made him want it so bad.
"Harry." Louis gasped when his mouth attached to his neck, nibbling a soft red mark into the skin just under his shirt collar. "Fuck."
Harry turned Louis' head by gripping his chin, his eyes having darkened to a forest green color. "Yeah, baby. I'd love to but you have rules, yeah?"
He rolled his eyes, his breathing slightly labored from the arousal surging through his body. "I hate you so much."
"Teasing isn't nice, is it?" Harry smiled against Louis' jaw, pressing a kiss to it shortly after.
"Mine wasn't nearly as bad!" Louis whined, crossing his arms. "I hate you double."
Harry cupped his love's face with both hands, pressing their foreheads together once again, a soft and fond smile stretching across his features. "I love you."
Louis' lips twitched, a hand covering one of Harry's, linking their fingers together.
"God you're so-" Louis paused, shaking his head. "I don't really know how to respond right now. I mean, I love you its just everything is so complicated. After you and Nick split, say it to me again, yeah?"
Harry nodded. "I understand and I will do just that. You better have a pretty good response to it too or i'll be offended."
"I guess its about time you should get going, huh?" Louis asked, seeing the clock on the end table reading 11:32 pm.
The younger boy's eyebrow raised slightly. "Are you trying to get rid of me already?"
"Already? Its been like 5 hours. Shoo. Off with you."
Louis stood, bringing Harry up with him, pushing him towards the front door. If he didn't get this boy out of his house now, he was likely to completely disregaurd everything that he'd said previous which he knew was right. It was way too tempting to let Harry have his way and that signaled that it was his time to go.
Harry grabbed onto his waist, pulling him forward into his body, pressing their lips together in a kiss that sent Louis in a bit of a delirium that made him wrap his arms around his neck to keep himself upright. His kneese were so weak they were like jello.
"Haz, go." he mumbled against Harry's lips, eventually gaining his balance back enough to push him even further towards the door.
"Alright, alright." Harry chuckled, his hands raised in surrender, stepping over the threshold of the now open door. "I'm going."
Louis grabbed his hand, stopping him from going, moving to press their bodies together, and situate his mouth against Harry's ear. He balanced Louis by placing his hands on his hips. "You have no idea how much I wanted to drop to my knees and suck you off after that kiss."
Harry gaped at him, his hands dropping limply by his sides.
"That's really not nice to do while I am leaving."
Louis smiled innocently, fluttering his eyelashes. "I thought you liked teasing, baby?"
The younger male stuck his tongue out at Louis and left, the sound of his laugh following him all the way to his car.
When Harry returned home, Nick was already asleep.
It was for the better really seeing as how he was probably covered in Louis' cologne and his lips were swollen and reddish.
After kicking off his boots, he made his way into the kitchen, filling a kettle with water for tea. When he moved to sit down at the table, a white piece of paper in the center of the paper caught his eye.
'We need to talk.'
Panic started to ignite in Harry's veins as he stared at the paper with glaring red ink on it. It was definitely Nick's handwriting and suddenly he felt sick to his stomach. Turning off the stove, tea forgotten, he walked upstairs, stripping off his clothes and attempted to sleep but it was fitful at the very best.
In the morning, Harry awoke to an empty bed. It was 7:30 am, Nick was off work today but going to the studio so early usually didn't allow him to sleep in anyway.
He figured avoiding the conversation would just prolong the inevitable so he showered, got dressed for the day, and made his way downstairs to make breakfast. Nick was much like Louis in that he didn't dare make breakfast should he burn the house down.
"Morning." he said, pasting a smile on his face that he willed not to show his nerves.
"Morning, babe." Nick mumbled, not looking up from his magazine.
Of course, that was nothing abnormal. He was alwas distracted by fashion magazines enough that it was like Harry didn't exist sometimes. In ways, it made him more okay with this whole thing.
Harry took a deep breath in, distracting himself by grabbing the pankcake mix. "Got your note, what do you want to talk about?"
"Well, something happened yesterday and I figured we should talk about it."
His rock solid resolve cracked deeply, his heart pounding. He couldnt help but think.
Someone must have seen them one of the times they were stupidly kissing or messing around by the door or when he was leaving. Nick has friends everywhere, he was stupid to think no one would catch him or tell Nick.
"I can explain."
Nick tilted his head, staring at Harry curiously. "Explain why I have to go away for a few days? I doubt it but now that you've said that, it makes me wonder if there's something you do have to tell me."
Harry's mouth opened but no sound came out for a good five minutes.
"Do you have something to tell me, Harry?"
This was his out. He could take this opportunity to tell Nick he'd slept with Louis, that he still loved Louis, that he was sorry but this is the way it needed to be. That it would always be Louis but he was so sorry that he'd lead him on. Everything could be okay.
That is, if his voice worked. If it would form the words 'I'm sorry Nick, I cheated on you.' without fearing the loss of a good friend.
"No of course not." Harry replied eventually, shaking his head. "I- I'm not sure why I said that. I guess I was nervous."
Nick set down his magazine and stood, walking slowly to where Harry stood behind the island in the middle of the kitchen. He was analyzing him with his eyes as if he was trying to be a human lie detector.
"I hope you realize that i'm giving you a chance to be honest with me. If you lie to me now and I find out, i'm gonna leave and we will never see each other again."
Harry's throat dried considerably, visibly stuck between the truth and a lie but at least attempting to be subtle about it. "There's nothing, I promise."
Nick regarded him for a moment as if he expected Harry to say something different then nodded. "Okay. Just making sure."
After a long stretch of odd silence in which Harry's phone chimed, signaling he had a text, he continued.
"Anyway, i'm going to a thing for work for a few days, leaving tomorrow. I just wanted to make sure that was okay with you."
"I mean, its just a work thing so that's okay, why wouldn't it be?" Harry asked, a hint of confusion coloring his features.
Nick shrugged, smiling and even though the smile didn't reach his eyes, Harry was satisfied for now that he hadn't been found out and he'd covered his ass well enough.
When he finally settled down for bed that night, he had forgotten that he'd gotten a text message. The phone lit up after he pressed the button and the display name said "Lou" and he smiled, expecting a sappy goodnight message or something else to that effect.
Opening the text message, he was met with a very different text message. It was a photo of Louis. He was in bed, laying on his stomach, but he was completely naked, his ass in the air, nice and visible. His lips were also puckered as if he was blowing a kiss but Harry's eyes kept drifting down his body.
Louis had the world's most perfect ass and he knew it. He wasn't afraid to flaunt it. He also knew Harry loved it and frequently obsessed over it. The message under it sent him even further into the deep end.
Night daddy xx
He was getting hard just looking at it, his dick tenting the blankets already. Louis was an expert at teasing but he'd get a taste of his own medicine, he was sure of that.
For now, he rolled over onto his stomach, willing his hard on to leave him alone and let him sleep.
Honestly, the last thing on his mind was hanging out but as long as Louis was there and was spending the next few days with him, he was happy. Regaurdless of whether or not they had sex.
There was no denying the obvious sexual chemistry and attraction between them. The sexual tension they used to exibit when they werent having sex could be cut with a chainsaw according to the boys. And everyone else, really. Even the fans noticed and Harry had reveled at making Louis hard on stage or in public.
Then he'd pay for it later when Louis fucked him so hard he limped to sound check. Good times.
Obviously their dynamic had changed. After switching roles out of curiosity, they discovered it worked better for them. Louis was a slut for it and Harry loved making him moan. He made the prettiest noises when he was immersed in it.
As much as he loved Louis, wanted to marry him, and have kids with him, he really, really needed to fuck him again. The last time they had sex was only a week and a half ago but he was jonesing hard for that tight heat and soft moans of 'harder'.
They were sexual deviants together and he knew Louis was gagging for it too if that nude photo was any indication. Or the fact that he'd sent one at all.
It should be a weird notion, having Louis in the house his shared with his fiance who was definitely not him. It all felt a little wrong to do but at the same time, all he wanted to do is spend time with Louis and with Nick out of town, he would take advantage of it while he could. He would tell the man when he returned about everything that was going on but for now it was their time.
Harry shook himself out of his thoughts when he heard the knock at his door, a smiling Louis with a small duffel on the other side of the door.
He pulled the man inside and immediately attached their lips, walking Louis back against the door to pin him there with his body. He was satisfied when Louis' lips responded right away, his body going pliant, and hands gripping his shirt.
"I missed you." Was the first thing he whispered.
"Its only been a day, loser." Louis replied, kissing his chin. "But I missed you too. Now, are you going to stop mauling me?"
Harry made a noise against Louis' neck, nipping at the skin. "Mm, definitely not. You're going to be covered in marks by the time you leave."
"Still engaged?"
"Babbbyy." Harry whined, his hands sliding down Louis' body and cupping his ass.
Harry pressed him harder against the door. He could feel that the younger boy was hard, the outline of the hard dick even able to be felt through thick denim.
"Okay, okay, but you're not getting full on sex." Louis replied, running the tip of his tongue vertically over his boyfriend's lips, then pushing him off. "Now come on. In you go."
Harry groaned but led Louis further into the house, taking his bag away from him and placing it in the spare bedroom that Nick had turned into an office. He didn't exactly know why he had one since he didn't really have need for one but it still had a bed in it as well.
"So now you've got me here, what are you gonna do with me?" Louis asked, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck.
Harry grinned. "I've got a few ideas."
The smaller man rolled his eyes. "Is that all you brought me over here for? Sex?"
"Of course not!" He said, mock affronted. "Besides do you really think you can get away with sending me a nude and leave unfucked?"
"Then what am I here for then besides to suck you off?" Louis crossed his arms, staring at Harry expectantly. "And yes, I did because i'm allowed, i'm not engaged."
He pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist. He rolled his eyes, ignoring the second statement Louis made. "You're here because I didn't want to wake up another day without seeing your beautiful face next to me."
Louis paused, exhaling through his nose heavily. "Your charm is not going to get you laid. I hope you know that."
"You know what?" Harry started, grasping his boyfriend's waist, backing him up towards the couch. "I could get you on this couch and get you under me, and you'd be moaning my name in five minutes."
"Oh really?" Louis asked, amusement in his tone.
He nodded, pecking Louis on the lips. "And you know what else, darling? You wouldn't tell me to stop."
"Is that a challenge?"
Harry grazed his nose along Louis' jaw, nipping at the hinge of it, whispering in his ear. "Oh no its a promise, baby boy. I know all your sensitive spots and i'm not afraid to fight dirty."
He lifted a hand, pinching the man's nipple, resulting in Louis bending his entire body away from Harry and slapping his hand. "Don't you fucking dare. I will bite your dick off."
"Then what are you gonna sit on later?" He asked, clinging to the blue eyed male like wet clothes to skin, pressing his face into his neck.
"Ugh you're so filthy what have I done to you? I should have left you a virgin." Louis chuckled, placing his hand against Harry's face and pushing him away, taking a seat on the couch.
Harry plopped down next to him, reaching over to grab Louis' hand, intertwining their fingers. "I'm glad you're here. Even if we don't have sex, I just want to be around you."
Louis smiled softly, lifting their hands to press a kiss to the back of Harry's. "I'm glad i'm here too. Being around you makes me happy."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, H."
The younger boy grinned, his cheeks turning pink. He opened his arms, patting his chest. "C'mere."
Louis, in turn, smiled, moving closer until he could rest his body against Harry's, his arms wrapping around his waist, and head on his chest. Try as he might though, he couldn't resist.
His fingers slid down his boyfriend's stomach, finger dipping underneath the waistband of his skinny jeans, hooking the finger in. After a little teasing of his fingertip against his skin, he removed his finger, instead sliding his hand further until he could cover the bulge in Harry's jeans with his hand.
He could feel and hear Harry inhale sharply, his stomach and chest moving quickly, even more pronounced as Louis squeezed.
"Louis." Harry breathed out, his hips lifting slightly up into the pressure.
Louis lifted his head, staring into his eyes until he removed himself from Harry's grasp and slid to his knees on the floor. He spread his boy's legs open and moved between them, bending over to press his lips where he figured the tip was and dragged his lips against the rough denim fabric around the outline of it.
Opening his mouth, mouthing wetly at it through the denim, he popped the buttons and undid the zip, pulling the pants open. Harry was panting at this point, lifting his hips to help Louis pull down his jeans to pool around his feet.
He stuck his tongue out, running it slowly over the length of Harry's cock in his briefs, kissing the tip before exposing it to the cold of the room by removing the offending clothing.
Louis gripped Harry's cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, which was enough to have his head falling back against the couch. This boy was practically falling apart and he hadn't even gotten his mouth on him yet. Harry reached forward, sliding his fingers into Louis' fringe to push it off his face and holding it at the back of his head, eyes dark and burning.
As Louis stroked slowly, he leaned forward, teasing the most sensitive parts of the tip with his tongue, eventually getting it just past his lips, his tongue curling around the crown and tonguing the slit.
"Fuck, Louis." Harry moaned, gripping Louis' hair tight in his hand.
His hand stroked what he couldn't reach with his mouth while his head began to bob up and down, taking about half of Harry's cock into his mouth at first, flattening his tongue against the underside while Harry gripped his hair and let out a moan he'd muffled with his hand. The more Harry moaned, the more it spurned Louis on to do better.
He took more and more of the boy's dick into his mouth every few times until he was slowly taking it all, moaning around it when Harry tugged his hair or accidently thrust his hips up enough his dick was hitting the back of his throat. In some place in his mind, Louis was really glad he learned to deep throat because it was taking all Harry had to not fuck up into his mouth.
When he popped off, he spoke with a rough voice. "S'okay, baby. Fuck my mouth."
"You sure?"
Louis nodded, placing his lips against Harry's tip, wrapping them around it, his tongue swirling around it again. He let out his own moan when Harry grabbed his hair and slowly pressed his cock into his mouth, letting him get used to the stretch of his mouth.
When he knew Louis could handle it, Harry used his grip on his hair to push his head down, fucking his hips up, pushing his dick into the boy's mouth. Louis was moaning as well, loving his mouth and throat being filled up and loving being controlled by him.
"My prettiest boy. You're so good with your mouth. You love this, huh? You wanna swallow everything I give you." Harry said, his voice breathy as he fucked up into Louis' mouth.
Louis nodded in response quickly, his hand shooting down into his pants to stroke himself.
Harry slapped his arm gently. "I don't think so. Take it out. I'm making you come, not you."
He whined around Harry's cock, stopping the younger boy from moving and pinning his hips down, giving all of his attention to his tip. His lips and tongue worked the sensitive head, tongue dipping in his slit occasionally and traced the ridge of the crown of the tip and with one hard suck to the tip, Harry came, white hot heat thruming through his senses as his orgasm took over.
And Louis caught all that Harry offered him on his tongue, swallowing it like a drink of water.
Harry stood, pulling Louis up off his knees, and pulling him towards the guest room. It was a challenge with his jeans still wrapped around his ankles but he kicked them off, tugging his boxer briefs back on.
When they got to the guest room, Harry lifted the smaller boy and placed him on the bed, instructing him to lay on his front. When he did, ass up in the air, he hummed, tugging down Louis' sweatpants and boxers so only his ass was exposed.
He gripped each cheek in a hand, squeezing them and kneading the flesh. "Shit, there's that gorgeous ass. I've been thinking about this since last night."
"What you mean since I sent you my cute picture?" Louis asked, gasping when Harry smacked him on the ass in response.
His whole body had jolted forward, his gasp turning into a sort of choked off moan near the end, tugging his lower lip between his teeth.
"You're gonna be quiet and i'm gonna eat you out but not before I expose one of your little kinks, hm?" Harry smirked, lifting his hand and smacking the ass cheek in the same spot.
Louis moaned, his body jumping forward, and fingers squeezing the blankets underneath him.
Harry rubbed the red, angry looking skin, leaning forward to kiss it while delivering a slap to the other cheek, forcing another muffled noise to spring forth from the boy beneath him. He squeezed both ass cheeks again, spreading them apart with his hands, using his thumbs to be more presice, exposing his pucked goal.
Leaning forward, he gave Louis' hole one nice, firm lick with his flattened tongue, feeling his hips shift beneath him, delivering another slap to his boy's ass. "God I forgot how good you taste."
Louis yelped, turning the top half of his body back towards Harry. "You gonna keep smacking it or you gonna put your tongue to good use?"
"Such a mouthy little brat." Harry mumbled, pressing his lips against Louis' hole, the tip of his tongue peeking out slightly to tease the wrinkled skin with soft strokes. "Maybe we can get you to shut up a bit, hmm?"
Before Louis had a chance to deliver a snarky response back he felt Harry's rough, wet tongue flatten against him, slowly gliding over his entrance, then his mouth sucking on the sensitive flesh surrounding it. The action caused him to make a slurping noise that had his insides tightening with the heat coursing through him and his thighs shaking. Despite all that, he kept himself quiet, wanting Harry to work for the noises he wanted to pull from him so much.
Harry didn't waste any time with teasing or taking things slow, poking the tip of his tongue inside, his tongue moving in slow circles inside his rim to stretch Louis open enough to be able to fit more of his tongue inside.
Louis keened uncontrollably underneath him, his hands gripping messily at the blanket on the bed, pulling it out of its place, his back arching more just to be able to shove his ass further in Harry's face. He could feel the younger boy's face fashion itself into a smirk against his ass. He rolled his eyes, exhaling shakily, head hanging forward between his shoulders.
Once he had managed to slowly enter his tongue inside, he swirled it around, his tongue curling and fucking into his boyfriend's heat, hands sliding up to Louis' hips, pushing the shirt he wore out of the way, gripping the flesh tight enough to bruise.
Harry licked him out like his life depended on it, quick swirls of his tongue causing Louis to press himself back into Harry's face with muffled moans as his face was pressed into a pillow after a while. It was like he was starving and this boy was his last meal. With his hard grip on Louis' hips he pulled him back on his tongue in a steady, continuous motion, lapping his tongue against his walls when he fucked in deep, his nose pressed firmly against his skin.
The older boy had long since given up on keeping himself quiet, a stream of curses and Harry's name flooding out of his mouth between all the high pitched keening and pornographic moans sliding past his lips. The truth was he loved having his ass eaten and Harry did it like no one else did. His tongue was gold and with him legitimately fucking him with his tongue as he pulled his ass backwards by his hips, his thighs were shaking and the heat in his gut was building at a pace faster than he could really comprehend.
When Harry surprised him by slipping his middle finger in next to his tongue, pushing it in relentlessly, Louis tumbled towards his orgasm so hard it made him dizzy. With a choked off cry, his hips stuttered as he shot off inside his boxers, hardly caring about the mess it was creating. He couldn't really contemplate anything after he'd come down from his orgasm, everything still hazy around the edges.
Harry removed his tongue and finger, pressing a kiss to the dip of his boy's spine, turning him over so he could lay on his back, plopping down next to him. He took a moment to just stare at him, running his fingers through his drooping fringe.
"You've definitely been practicing because that was the best you've ever been at that." Louis spoke, still out of breath.
Harry chuckled, scooting closer to run the back of his fingers over Louis' cheek. "Haven't been, I just missed you. I think its because we're so good together that the sex is fantastic."
Louis smiled softly, reaching up to grab his hand, intertwining their fingers. "We are pretty good together, huh?"
The younger man nodded, leaning forward to press their lips together in a gentle kiss that lead into several pecks, like they couldn't get enough of each other.
After a few moments of making out, Louis groaned, his hips shifting on the bed. "I really need to take a shower and change. D'you have something I can wear?"
"You brought clothes, didn't you?" He asked, confusedly glancing at Louis' duffel on the floor.
Louis' cheeks began to turn pink, his teeth wearing on his lower lip nervously. "Yeah, I just- your clothes are nicer." He stuttered, rolling his eyes as the happy and amused grin grew on his boyfriend's face.
"You wanna wear my clothes."
The older male rolled his eyes, pushing his face away, the got up off the bed. "Shut up. I'm showering." Upon seeing Harry move to stand, he held his hand up. "Alone. Your hands wander too much and we'll never get out."
Harry pouted and plopped back onto the bed but smiled after Louis leaned forward and kissed him before taking off out the door and down the hall to shower.
He made his way into his bedroom and paused when he saw a bag on the floor that had absolutely not been there before. His heart began to race, panic and ice cold sweat settling into his body.
Making his way down the hall and to the kitchen, he paused in shock when he saw Nick sitting at the table, his elbows resting on the hard surface, hands steepled in front of his mouth. When their eyes met, Harry's mouth opened and closed several times but there was nothing he could say, his voice was gone.
"Good evening." Nick said, his voice was strained with a hint of anger on the side and it pained him to hear it.
"When did you get home?" Harry replied finally, but his voice was a breathy whisper at best, his chest constricting at the sight of his fiance trying to maintain his composure.
Nick's jaw was tightening and untightening, his tongue darting over his lips. "Probably about mid tongue fuck. You really should urge your boyfriend in there to be a little more quiet when you're having an affair."
"Nick-"
"No. You had your turn to talk and you didn't take it." Nick stood, the chair squealing as it moved across the floor. "You've had every chance to tell me this little thing was going on but you chose not to."
Harry didn't know what to say so he stayed silent, keeping shaky eye contact with Nick, his lip trembling every so often.
Nick walked closer to him, staring him straight in the eye, the anger overtaking any color left in his pupils. "I knew about your little fling with Louis, Harry. When you came home? I knew."
"How did you-"
"When you're practically swallowing each others faces or at least look like you're going to, you probably shouldn't do it in public, mate. People talk. Twitter lights up pretty fast. Especially about you two." Nick opened twitter on his phone, opening a DM he'd likely gotten from a fan of a picture of Harry and Louis in front of Louis' house, his finger teasing its way inside his open shirt. They looked about ready to jump each other.
Fuck.
Harry's eyes filled with tears, his hands rubbing at the sides of his face. "Nick i'm so sorry. I should have told you. I-"
"You should have done a lot of things, Harry." Nick cut him off, pushing a hand through disheveled hair. "Like when you first realized that you still loved him, you should have told me. That's how this stuff works."
He nodded, pressing his lips in a line to prevent himself from breaking into a full on sob. "I didn't know this would happen."
"Answer me honestly. You went to see him after the interview didn't you?" The older man crossed his arms, staring at him expectantly.
Harry offered a small nod of his head, looking away immediately after. He knew what question came next and he desperately wished they didn't have to go there but he also knew Nick needed to know.
"Did you sleep with him then too?"
Almost as if the world had planned this torture specifically to punish him, Louis chose that time to reappear from the bedroom, dressed in one of his old band tshirts and a pair of sweatpants. He froze like a deer caught in the headlights when he spotted Nick, his hand paused halfway up to adjust his wet hair.
Nick chuckled bitterly, throwing his hands up in the air."Well well well, enter villain stage left. I knew you were the bane of my existence for a reason."
Louis glanced at Harry, who was clearly distraught, before moving forward towards them. "Look, Nick, I know that this is all shitty. Its not like we planned this."
Nick scoffed. "You did plan to come here and fuck my fiance in my house though, right?"
"Nick. This is my fault." Harry chimed in Louis' defense. "He told me to tell you a dozen times, I was just too selfish and scared to do it."
"You are right about that. It is your fault. The tabloids say a lot about you, Harry." Nick circled around him like a vulture, eyeing him up and down. "Womanizer and all that but its not that is it? You're just a cheater. At least, now you are."
"Why don't you lay off him." Louis butted in, shaking his head, narrow eyes trained on the taller man paused in front of them. "Yeah, he made a mistake but you don't have to completely destroy him."
Nick launched at Louis, their foreheads nearly touching, eyes piercing into one another's gaze. Harry was yelling at the both of them but their anger was like a bubble around them. They didn't waver.
"I have advice for you, Slutlinson. Why don't you take your trashy ass out of my flat because you're not welcome here." Nick backed up, his arms once more resuming their crossed position. "I can't believe I bought that fake woe is me bullshit. The second you got his dick in your ass you're a bitch in heat, yeah? All healed."
"Are you jealous your fiance likes fucking me more?" Louis smirked, reveling in the way Nick's face reddened.
"Would you both just stop?!" Harry cried out, practically manic.
His breaths came short and fast, his hand resting on his chest. There were tears streaming down his face and Louis automatically felt guilty for even engaging with Nick at all. This wasn't about him and Nick, it was about Nick and Harry.
"As far as I am concerned, I never want to see you again, Harry." Nick started, sighing as he took a seat at the table again. "I don't want your friendship, I don't want anything from you. I can't trust you, obviously and you don't have any respect for my feelings. All of this shit is insane."
"Maybe with time we can be-" Harry gasped through his harsh breaths.
Nick shook his head. "No. No time. Nothing. Next time that you two break up, do people a favor and don't date because this is just going to happen again. You two are in love with each other, you know you are. Its never going to change so spare people the hurt." He stood, walking to the bedroom but before he got there, he turned. "Now get the fuck out."
Harry felt like every part of him on the inside was shattering and he could barely catch his breath. Louis was rubbing his back but he couldn't feel it or anything else. He had completely ruined everything and now he was scum. He was a cheater and a liar, two things he prided himself on not being. Two things he swore he'd never be.
He had hurt one of the most important people in his life besides his family and Louis badly. The thing was, he was happy they had broken up. Or at the very least, relieved but Nick's friendship had been something that he treasured since the moment they met and now he'd lost it. He'd destroyed it all.
"Hazza." Louis said quietly, using his hand to turn Harry's head. "Baby, we should go."
Harry's eyes were bright and watery as he stared at Louis. It took him a bit to be able to form a response which was only a nod. Moving slowly, as if on autopilot, he slipped on his shoes, leaving everything behind to follow Louis out of the house.
They called a cab and Louis gave the driver his address and when they arrived, he all but pulled Harry along with him. He unlocked the door, guiding him to the couch, pushing him down, and kneeling in front of him.
"H, please say something. You're kind of scaring me right now." Louis pleaded, the worry etched into the wrinkles of his forehead as he frowned and into the blue of his irises.
"M'okay. That was just the worst way he could have ever found out. You were right. I should have told him."
Louis placed his hands on the younger boy's thighs, rubbing them. "I know that that was a terrible experience for you. I'm so sorry. It shouldn't have happened that way."
"He knew." Harry said, tears building in his eyes again. "He knew and he asked me if I had anything to tell him and I just didn't. I could have ended this all amicably but I didn't. I was selfish and cruel and I lied to him and now he hates me."
With every word he said, he began to cry harder until he was sobbing uncontrollably. Louis sat on the sofa next to him, pulling the boy against him, hugging him tight enough to reassure him that he would never let go. He wouldn't disappear.
He knew how much Harry's friendships meant to him and it gutted him to upset anyone which is why he was so careful not to. They had been so caught up in their feelings that he just didn't care anymore and that's what had gotten him in trouble and thats what had made Harry be so reckless.
"I feel like this is my fault too somehow. I should have stayed away until you broke up." he muttered, his fingers massaging into silky curls.
Harry shook his head against his chest. "We would have never been able to stay away from each other. Not after seeing each other. When have we ever been able to to keep our hands to ourselves?"
"I guess you've got a point." Louis replied, kissing the top of his head. "I'm just sorry that you have to go through this. It hurts you more and I hate seeing you sad."
The curly haired boy sat upright, his eyes wide and wet and desperate. "I have you. Don't I? I can get through this if I have you."
Louis cupped his face in both hands, pressing soft kisses to the apples of his cheeks. "I am here. I'm not leaving you, love. We're gonna get through this together. You and me."
The way Harry crawled into his lap and clung to him reminded Louis of him when he was a teenager and the days had been particularly hard for them where he just needed Louis' presence to make him feel better.
He held the boy for at least a good few hours before he realized that the reason he'd stopped crying was that he'd fallen asleep. Laying back against the back of the couch, he decided not to disturb his slumbering boyfriend, instead drifting the tips of his fingers up and down his spine as he let his own eyes rest.
As he fell asleep, with his entire world in his arms, for once that night since he'd walked in on Nick berating Harry for everything, Louis felt like everything would be alright now.
That it'd be alright for a really long time.
After everything with Nick had exploded, a long healing process began for Harry in which he would have to come to terms with what he'd done and what he had lost.
As promised, Louis was there and he never left.
The day after they'd come to Louis' house and had fallen asleep on the couch together, Harry drenched in tears, and Louis drenched in love, they had decided to move back in together. They were obviously still in love with each other and the first time Harry said it after he and Nick had broken up, Louis had said it back immediately.
They decided to be a couple again not long after. It was inevitable anyway.
It was quite an awkward time going back to the flat to get the rest of Harry's clothes and things but Nick wasn't there and that was probably the best thing for them both.
Louis' relationship with Nick after that night had basically been restored back to its subtle layer of tenseness with a sprinkle of hate tucked in, newly sprung and it was mutual. After Nick had basically called him a slut and a pity seeker, he didn't exactly see an amicable acquaintanceship in their future.
It was a struggle at first but Harry started to see a therapist to cope with everything and after a month or so, things definitely improved. He was genuinely smiling a lot more and a lot less hard on himself. He started socializing with people outside Louis and it made him proud to watch his boyfriend get back out there and be happy.
It had been a while since the last time they had broken up now and it felt like this relationship had already been such a vast improvement over their last. Harry was basically in the same place Louis was back then, maybe a little less so, but he was also drowning in Louis' support.
They talked so much more about anything and everything, including the things that troubled them, which was their main problem last time. With an open dialogue between them, their relationship felt deeper. More mature. They used to have a lot of sex and while they got on, they were in love with everything and anything about each other, they didn't have a lot of deep conversations. They had maybe one or two talks about marriage and kids and their future but that was it. The rest was music.
While they still had plenty of sex, they talked about their future constantly. It felt like another layer had been added to their relationship and it made everything so much better. Intense. Even the sex was better and Louis hadn't been sure that would ever be possible. To make such an improvement on already amazing sex. At one point he'd had two orgasms in 5 minutes.
It was amazing.
It also felt like when he had done months ago had never happened. It was no secret that everything that happened with Harry, no matter how terrible it ended up, made him feel something again. It gave him a purpose. A fucked up one, but a purpose anyway.
Upon a time of self reflection while laying in bed with Harry one night, staring at the beauty and perfection that completed his world, he wondered why he'd ever tried to take his life. Surely it hurt losing him but laying here, it was plain to him that fate would never let them be apart for long. They always found their way back to each other. Harry could be on the other side of the world and Louis would do anything to get to him.
This boy was the reason for his existence. His soulmate. Everything he was meant to have and would never lose and he'd almost left that behind.
He sure as hell couldn't be more happy that he'd failed.
Eventually, three months after everything had transpired and Harry was feeling better, Nick chose to call. When his display lit up with his name, he almost passed out.
When he answered, it was to Nick telling him he wanted to meet up and talk.
They had about an hour long conversation in which they were both debating upon whether or not Harry should actually go even though he had already agreed to meet him at a coffee shop that was close to their house.
Louis said that it might be good closure for Harry so he went but he was prepared to call him if he needed him to be there.
Nick apologized for everything that he'd said to him and Harry and said that he should have known better than to get with Harry when it was so obvious he was still in love with Louis. He stated that he took advantage of him at a vulnerable time when he was still reeling from his break up because of his own selfish feelings and upon reflection, he realized their whole relationship probably should have never happened.
In turn, Harry apologized for hurting him so badly and not being honest when he should have. He expressed to Nick how badly he'd felt for hurting someone he cared about so much and he admittedly missed him. In a platonic way, of course.
The whole meeting ended up with them agreeing to be mates again, joking and laughing like nothing had happened and when Louis heard that from an excited and happy Harry, he filled with fondness and pride and happiness.
They told the boys what had happened since the radio show and they were met with initial reactions filled with shock and some disappointment but that was nothing they hadn't expected.
When they realized that he and Harry were back together, they were all very happy for them. Zayn had even shown up and gone so far as to say "Finally you've gotten your shit together. I'm proud of you both."
Louis and Harry were quite proud as well.
Six Months Later
Harry stood backstage, Louis at his side, the nerves building up in his stomach. He was on his first solo tour and was about to go out and perform for the first time himself, no boys behind him and if he was honest, he felt like puking.
His guitar was hanging from his neck, his fingers nervously tapping on the neck.
"Baby, please calm down. Its just like going on tour for One Direction." Louis cooed, kissing him on the cheek.
"No. This is not like that. This is me by myself." Harry replied, wearing on his lower lip with his teeth. "I don't have you to look towards or Niall or Zayn or anyone else."
Louis chuckled. "To be fair, Zayn hasn't been on stage with us for even longer than this."
Harry glared at him, pausing his ministrations with his fingers. "Very funny, Lou."
The smaller lad lifted his hand, carding his fingers through the shorter curls on his love's head. "You've no idea how proud I am of you. You've already conquered so much and now you have your own tour. You're going to rock it, Harry. I believe in you."
His nerves calmed a little, replaced with intense butterflies. He held in his joke about butterflies in his stomach and his stomach tattoo because he knew Louis would only roll his eyes.
Louis seemed to be his rock in all situations, lately. Whenever he felt anything slightly negative, all he had to do was communicate it and he brough Harry back down to the ground. Made him feel better. It made him feel good that every single promise they made, they kept.
That was why after Sweet Creature, he planned on embarrassing Louis by publicly proposing to him. They'd had long talks about whether they wanted to get married in the near or far future and where kids stood for them. They both said they wouldn't mind being married in the near future but wanted to put a hold on children until their careers slowed a bit. Both of them not wanting to be absent parents if they wanted to tour.
"I love you." Was all he told Louis in return and really, it was all he needed to hear.
Louis kissed his cheek once more, resting his forehead against his temple. "I love you, H. So much."
When Harry had gotten on stage, the bright lights, the cheering crowd, and the adrenaline of performing and hearing people singing back his songs was intoxicating.
He'd almost forgot his plan until Mitch had winked at him and nodded to the side of the stage where Louis was waiting for him, watching him with a bright smile on his face.
"I want to thank you all for coming out to hear me sing tonight." He said to the crowd, allowing the cheers to die down before continuing. "I want you to feel free to be anyone you want in this space because you have allowed me to be the exact person that i've always wanted to be and im so so appreciative for that."
Harry could hear Mitch clear his throat to the side and glared at him, then faced the crowd again. "I have something that i'd like to do before we continue on with the rest of the night. As you know, i've just sung Sweet Creature. Now i'd like to welcome to the stage the person that inspired that song." He paused, looking to the side of the stage where Louis stood, wide eyed. "Louis Tomlinson. Babe, would you?"
He held his arm out to welcome him out while Louis slowly walked out from behind the curtain, a look of shock and confusion coloring his features. When he was stood in front of Harry, he grabbed a mic.
"What are you doing?" Louis asked, gesturing wildly with his hands.
It wasn't like this was something they couldn't do. After Louis had stood up to his management, both of theirs had made the conscious decision to rip up their contracts that specifically stated they couldn't be seen together or confirm their relationship but he still understood his boyfriend's surprise and the fact that he was stalling.
"Louis William Tomlinson. A long time ago, I met a boy in a bathroom and I fell in love with him. When I met you, I had absolutely no idea that your importance in my life would be the equivalent to oxygen in my lungs. I need you." He paused, smiling as Louis' face softened.
"Fate rarely intervenes as much for a pair of people as it did for us. There were so many times before X Factor that I could have found you but I believe that we met just when we were supposed to. When it was best for us. Our strength as a couple and as individuals were tested and we've had some hardships along the way but I believe that we are right where we are supposed to be right now. I want to be in this place with you forever, so.. " Harry trailed off, getting down on one knee in front of Louis, a ring in his hand.
The moment the realization of what was happening hit Louis, his eyes were watery and his hand covered his mouth, face burning underneath the lights shining on them and because Harry was proposing in front of thousands.
"Louis, my sun, my moon, everything that's important to me, if you do me this honor of marrying me I promise you that you'll never for one moment be alone again. We will be in this eternal bliss for as long as humanly possible. So.. will you?"
"I dunno, will I what, I forgot what you're asking?" Louis joked, a watery chuckle springing forth from him.
"Will you marry me?!" Harry yelled, the brightest and fondest grin still plastered on his face.
"Of fucking course I will." Louis screamed back, pulling Harry back to his feet after he'd gotten the ring on, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down into a kiss.
The screams around them were deafening with how enthusiastically happy they were but they could barely hear it all, too caught up in each other. They were still kissing but eventually, Louis pulled away first.
"God you're so fucking- you had to do this in front of everyone." He said, laughing and crying at the same time, his grip still in Harry's hair and on his shirt.
"Just making up for lost time, baby." Harry said, kissing him firmly. "And we've got more time to go. We've got forever."
And Louis grinned so hard his face hurt because yeah..
This time, they really did.