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One
He’s going to do it.
“You’re not going to do it,” Zayn says, throwing a piece of popcorn at Louis’ head.
Louis sends his best mate a look. “I’m going to do it.”
Zayn shakes his head, tossing a piece of popcorn up and catching it in his mouth. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Louis is going to do it. Which is finally doing something about his four year pining on Harry Styles. He has to, at this point. It’s been four pathetic years of pining after his best friend. And at this point, it’s just getting sad.
It’s not really Louis’ fault, if he’s being honest. It’s not his fault that his best friend has endless charm and charisma and makes every single person fall a little bit in love with him. It’s Harry’s fault, really. That stupid charming bastard.
“Louis,” Zayn sighs, sitting up with his bag of popcorn laying in his lap. “It’s okay if you don’t do it.”
Louis shakes his head, smoothing his hands over his stomach. “No, no. I need to. It’s been way too long.”
“Yeah, but forcing yourself to do something about it when you have no plan. It’s a recipe for disaster.”
“Just because you tried asking Niall out and you blubbered your way through it doesn’t mean it’s going to be the same for me,” he levels a look at Zayn, who blushes. “Besides, it’s about time I actually do something, anything. I… I’m tired of watching from the sidelines when I can just do something about it.”
Zayn tosses another piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Just, be careful?”
Louis smiles, going over to tackle his best mate into a hug. Zayn screams, popcorn flies everywhere, and Louis feels lighter than when the conversation started. He can do this. He can ask Harry out.
-
Scratch that, he can’t. This was a bad idea.
Louis swallows as Harry opens the door, house music playing in the background. He hadn’t anticipated that there would be people over. This is his worst nightmare. This was the time Louis was going to get it right , the time that Harry would confess that he does have feelings for him and he does want to go out on a date. This isn’t the time that Louis opens his mouth to speak and some drunk man clings to Harry like he’s his lifeline.
“Louis!” David yells a bit too loud. “Didn't know this charmer invited you.” He pinches Harry’s cheek, to which Harry pushes his hand away.
“I-“ Louis stops, shaking his head. “No, I didn’t know this was happening.”
David seems to sober up for a second, pulling off of Harry and pushes him. “How dare you not invite Louis!” He slurs, attempting to push Harry again, but doesn’t get far as Harry catches his hands. David pouts. “Why didn’t you invite Louis?”
“I didn’t invite him because I knew he was busy,” Harry sends a look to Louis. “I didn't think he’d show up, you know, since he was busy.”
Louis lets out a nervous laugh, watching the two of them interact. He hasn’t known David as long as he’s known Harry, the former just having joined the group a year prior. It wasn’t a secret, to Louis at least, that David has some sort of crush on Harry. Do adults have crushes? Whatever the adult equivalent of crushes are, David has that on Harry.
And who could blame him? Harry is just… Harry.
“Louis?” Harry snaps fingers in front of Louis’ face. “Earth to Louis?”
Louis shakes his head, plastering on a smile. “Yeah?”
“What did you want?”
Oh. Yeah. He came here to ask Harry out. Louis swallows, opening his mouth to ask if they could go somewhere more private when David doubles over and vomits on Louis’ shoes.
His brand new, just bought two hours ago, white shoes.
Louis feels his face heat up as David gasps for air, Harry pulling him up and giving Louis a sheepish look. This is fantastic. This is great. Of course, of course , this happens when Louis tries to ask his long time crush or whatever adults call it out on a date. Louis feels his stomach turn, not in a I’m about to blow chucks kind of way, thank God, but more of a I’m going to go home and have myself a cry way.
Without even thinking, Louis turns and runs away, skipping out on the elevator and running as fast as one can with vomit on their shoes down the stairs. He can feel the tears already burning in his eyes, he can feel the need to yell into a pillow. This wasn’t how his night was supposed to go. Tonight was supposed to be the night.
Harry was supposed to be his tonight, not David’s, not anyone else’s. He was supposed to be Louis’ and Louis’ll be fucked if this happens again.
-
Zayn is an asshole at the worst times, and he’s England’s sweetheart at the best. When Louis busts through their flat’s door with tears streaming down his face and a pair of horrid smelling shoes in his hand, Zayn jumps into action. Right after they discard the shoes, of course.
“It’s okay, Loubear,” Zayn whispers as Louis cries into his chest. “David didn’t do it on purpose.”
“But when is it going to be my turn?” Louis weeps, rubbing his snot all over Zayn’s white shirt. You can see a pattern here. “I just wanted to ask him on a date! And instead I get vomit shoes.”
Zayn mumbles something that Louis can’t decipher, not that it matters. He’s not really in the mood for something uplifting when all he feels is embarrassed.
“Everything will be okay,” Zayn promises. “I’ll make sure of it.”
-
Two
It’s a week and a half later when Louis braves to see Harry again.
His plan of action hasn’t been hashed out yet, another attempt at asking the other out, but he can’t keep ignoring Harry because of David. It’s not Harry’s fault that David was drunk enough to puke and it’s not David’s fault for not knowing Louis’ original plan for the night.
Harry’s asked him to meet up at a local coffee shop and it has the inner workings of it possibly being a date. Louis has a spring in his step as he walks from his flat to the shop, smiling to himself as he hums a tune. This could be the start of something new, at least, he hopes so. Nothing can bring him down at this moment.
Except one thing.
David.
Louis enters the coffee shop and glances around to see if he could spot the curly haired man. When he does, his heart stutters when he also sees David, looking rather somber with Harry patting his arm.
Now, this could just be a bro thing, a bro pat, if you will. But it knocks Louis’ confidence in a way that it was rocked before during his last attempt.
Now or never, he supposes, Louis walks over to the table, smiling to himself when he sees a mug of tea awaiting him.
“Splash of milk, no sugar,” Harry says upon Louis’ arrival, motioning for him to sit down. “They didn’t have Yorkshire today, so I got your Earl’s Grey.”
“Thank you, love,” Louis nods, taking a sip of his tea. “SurprIsed to see we have a guest.” The tone he has is teasing, but on the inside, he wants to scream.
David swallows, letting out a shaky laugh. “Yes, yes. I’m just here to apologize,” he doesn’t make eye contact, like he’s guilty of something else.
This is where David says he and Harry are dating, Louis thinks gravely. This is where Harry lets you down easy.
Louis swallows.
David gives a long winded apology, a lot of so sorry’ s are involved, and Louis didn’t know someone could feel this much remorse over throwing up on someone’s shoes. Louis just smiles, nodding when needed, and accepts the apology. It takes a lot of convincing on David’s end, since he doesn’t exactly believe Louis when he says there’s no hard feelings. How could there be when the worst that happened was a ruined pair of shoes?
Besides, it’s not like the shoes cost £300. They only cost £299.
“David, please. I forgive you,” Louis laughs. “I swear I don’t hate you.”
David sighs, nodding. “Okay, okay,” he laments. “I’m going to grab another tea. Do you want anything?” He looks between Harry and Louis, both shaking their heads. Smiling, he gets up and leaves the two friends by themselves.
Louis looks down at his own tea, taking a deep breath. He thinks he can brave the subject of dating, maybe possibly asking Harry out? Who knows. His confidence is getting weaker as the seconds pass and he just needs to do it, right? Rip the proverbial band aid off and whatnot. Right, he can do this. All he needs to do is just open his mouth, use his vocal cords and-
“Louis?” Harry’s voice interrupts his train of thought. “Louis, are you alright?”
“Peachy,” he squeaks, opening his eyes and looking at Harry. “So, uh, Harry?” Harry smiles, and Louis feels all warm inside. “Um, I was wondering, um, if you w-“
It all happens so fast. One moment, Louis is about to finally say the words he’s been wanting to say to Harry and butterflies are erupting in his stomach. The next, hot, black tea is staining the back of his cream colored jumper. He vaguely hears a mug breaking on the ground and a gasp heard from the cafe. Luckily, the tea isn’t scalding hot, so it feels more like he just took a shower in some tea. Harry’s face turns from hopeful to worried in an instant, and Louis knows exactly who is the culprit.
David Robert Dawson.
“Oh, my god. Louis, I am so sorry,” David rushes over to Louis, nearly slipping in the tea in the ground.
A couple of workers come over with a broom, mop, and towel for Louis to try and clean himself off. It takes all that it has inside of Louis to not cry right then and there.
“It’s fine,” he grits out. “I’m going to just-“ Louis points to the door. “leave.”
“Louis, wait-“ Harry starts, reaching out a hand to grab Louis. He isn’t able to grab him, as Louis slips out of his grasp and heads towards the door. Barricaded by a mop and broom, Harry is helpless as he watches Louis leave.
-
Louis only cries a little when he gets back to his flat, immediately stripping himself of the stained jumper and throwing it to the ground.
“Rough day?” Zayn asks from his position on the couch, not even looking up from his phone.
“You have no idea,” Louis’ wobbles only a little as he makes his way to the kitchen. He grabs a beer and walks over to the couch, plopping down next to his best mate.
“What happened to your jumper?” Zayn says, pointing to where the poor clothing article is laying.
“ David happened.” Louis takes a swig of his beer. “Remind me to never wear white around that man ever again.”
Zayn only snorts in response.
-
Three
The next time he sees Harry, it’s at a botanical garden that David works at.
Because they have an in, also known as David, they usually get discounted or even free tickets to the Chelsea Physic Garden in London. Harry had invited Louis out on a rare sunny day to the garden, saying they should get some sun before dreary English weather gets the best of them.
Louis is laughing at something Harry said as they make their way through the garden. He sees David off in the distance, telling other guests about the plants around him. David’s got this way of telling stories that immediately draws people in, and, if Louis wasn’t pining after Harry, he’d definitely be taken by David. Catching David’s eye for the briefest of moments, Louis waves as he catches his breath from laughing.
“Oh!” Harry says, perking up a little as he talks. “David’s over there!”
“Oh. Yeah, he is,” Louis coughs awkwardly.
“We should go say hi to him.”
Louis would rather not. Louis would really rather not.
“Sure!” He says before he can stop himself, cursing to himself under his breath. “You sure he won’t puke on me?”
Harry huffs a laugh, grabbing Louis’ hand, and, oh, their hands fit so nicely together. Abort, abort mission! “I’m pretty sure he’s sober right now.”
Louis is powerless as he lets himself get pulled towards David’s stand. David greets them with a wide smile, eyes darting down to their hands before coming back up to look at them. Louis quickly pulls his hand from Harry’s grip, smiling innocently.
“Louis, Harry! I was just telling these lovely people about the Lycoris radiata! Now, who knows what this flower is?” A little girl raises her hand. “Yes, you?”
“It’s a Spider Lily!” She says gleefully, a toothy grin on her face.
“That’s right!” David claps his hands together. “ Lycoris radiata, more commonly known as a Spider Lily, grows here at Chelsea Physic Garden. They originated in East Asia, in the Himalayas, and they’re known throughout Asia as the flower of farewell. They are often given to people who are about to embark on a long journey, since it symbolizes death and the cycle of rebirth.”
The kids around David ooh and aah as he tells them more about the Spider Lily, and Louis can’t help but be enraptured as well. His focus is only cut off when he feels a bump on his shoulder.
“He’s a good storyteller, isn’t he?” Harry asks, smiling while looking at David.
Louis swallows. “Yeah, he is.” He’s smiling at David like he’s in love with him. “Hey, Harry?”
Harry snaps his head towards Louis. “Yes, Louis?”
“Are w-“
Cold water shocks Louis’ system. He sputters under the spray, his jacket and jumper soaked. Looking around to see who’s the culprit of spraying him, he sees David turning off the faucet with a sheepish look on his face and the little girl from earlier looking near tears.
“I’m sorry!” The little girl yells, dropping the hose and hiding behind her mum.
“Louis, are you okay?” David asks, walking over to him.
“Fantastic,” he sighs. “Just great.”
“I didn’t mean to!” The little girl yells from behind her mum. “It went whoosh! and all the water went everywhere!”
“You’re fine, love. I’m not mad. Cold, yeah, but not mad.” Louis looks at Harry. “I’m going to head home.”
“You don’t have to, or I could come with?” Harry tries, stepping towards Louis.
He shakes his head, raising a hand to stop him. “I’m cold and I just kind of want to be alone. You can stay here with David.”
Louis turns to walk away, stopping when he feels a hand on his arm. “Let me walk you home.” Harry gives him a look that makes Louis squirm.
“Harry…”
“No, I’m walking you home.”
Harry isn’t taking me no for the answer, so Louis lets Harry walk him home, teeth chattering all the way there. When they get to the door, they stop, looking at each other. Louis doesn’t say anything, and for the longest time, neither do Harry.
“Thank you for letting me walk you home.”
Louis hums, kicking dirt onto Harry’s boots. “Thank you for walking me home, I guess.”
“You guess,” Harry mocks quietly.
Louis mocks him back before laughing. “Text me when you get home?”
Harry nods, hugging Louis close despite being soaked. “I will.”
Watching him walk away, Louis sighs. It’s when Harry’s out of sight that he turns around and goes inside his flat. Upon seeing a drenched Louis, Zayn laughs.
“Should I even ask?”
Louis gives him a look.
-
Four
Okay, this is it. Louis is going to ask Harry out, once and for all.
How? Well, he’s not exactly sure right now, since he’s watching David and Harry dance at a club they dragged him and Zayn to.
“Are you sure they’re not together?” Zayn yells over the music. “They look pretty close.”
“You know,” Louis starts, eyeing their friends in the crowd, “I’m not exactly sure.”
Harry catches their eye, waving them over. Zayn shakes his head, pointing to Louis. He doesn’t really want to go out into the crowd of people where Harry and his probably boyfriend are dancing. However, the shove Zayn gives him gives him little choice but to go out and dance.
Louis weaves through the crowd, eventually making it to David and Harry. David smiles widely at him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into a hug.
“Louis!” David yells, swaying back and forth in the hug. “So glad you could come out!”
Letting out a nervous laugh, Louis braves a look over at Harry, who’s wide smile is causing his dimples to pop out. David lets him go, telling the two of them he’s going to go back to the table to grab a drink. When it’s just the two of them, in a crowd of people, Harry pulls Louis close.
“Let’s dance!” Harry yells.
Louis really isn’t one to say no to Harry, and quickly lets the music take over him as he finds his groove. Harry has two left feet when it comes to dancing, but he, too, finds his groove. Soon enough, they’re close and dancing and Louis needs to remember how to breathe with how close they are. Their eyes meet and Louis swears that Harry’s eyes dart down to his lips.
We should kiss, Louis thinks. But first…
“Harry?” Louis calls out.
“Yeah?”
“Uh, I was wondering if you would like to, uh-“
It happens all too quickly. One minute, they’re dancing, then next David has made it back and has somehow tripped on nothing into Louis’s back. This causes Louis to fall forward, knocking into Harry and causing him to fall backwards. He knocks into other patrons, and soon they’re on the sticky ground in the middle of the club.
“Oh, my God, Louis, Harry, I’m so sorry,” David scrambles to pull them up. “I didn’t mean to knock into you.”
Louis dusts himself off, hands sticky to the touch. “It’s fine. I’m going to run to the loo to wash up.”
“Louis, wait-“ Harry tries to stop him before Louis slips out of his grasp.
Once Louis has washed up, he sends a text to Zayn explaining that he’s leaving and slips out the side door.
u sure? -z
yeah, just wanna get out of here -l
Louis sighs. Well, it could’ve gone worse.
-
Five
Harry invites Louis over after his last failed attempt to ask Harry out. Louis’ pretty sure he hasn’t caught on to his feelings, which he doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or bad. His stomach is in knots with nerves as he walks up to Harry’s flat, palms sweaty as he knocks on the door.
“Louis!” Harry beams as he opens the door. “Come in, come in. I just set up a film for us to watch.”
Toeing off his shoes, Louis walks in behind Harry, looking around his flat. He’s been here before, and he always loved the way Harry has decorated his place. Little things that just made the place feel like home. He balls his hands up into his jumper, taking a deep breath. He’s nervous, butterflies flying around his stomach with nerves.
“-and I made us some popcorn so we could have some snacks, yeah?” Harry looks back to Louis, who looks like he’s about to throw up. “Louis, are you okay?”
“Smashing,” He breathes out slowly. “What are we watching?”
Harry doesn’t look like he believes him, but he continues on. “ When Harry Met Sally, a classic, really,” He dimples, grabbing Louis’ wrist and pulling him towards the couch. He pulls Louis down onto the couch, grabbing the remote and starting the film.
Louis is trying to enjoy the film, really, he is, but his mind is running wild. He wants to just reach over and cuddle with Harry, pretend that they’re actually together. Maybe they could be together if Louis actually got the balls to ask him out. The risk of being rejected and being told Harry’s actually in love with David is enough to make him bite his tongue.
Harry nudges Louis. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, just…” Louis trails off, shaking his head. “Just lost in me head.”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Louis looks over to Harry. This is it, he thinks. This could make or break us.
Without realizing, Louis starts leaning in, and, fuck, if Harry doesn’t seem to be doing the same. His heart races, eyes closing as they get closer and closer. Is this really happening?
“Harry!” A voice bellows through the flat, causing the two to jump apart. “Harry, I just came up wi- oh.”
David stops short in the hall, bags of food in his hands. His mouth is in an O shape, and Louis’ face burns.
“I’ll put this in the kitchen,” David points to where he’s going, awkwardly walking towards the kitchen. “Continue on!”
Louis shakes his head, getting up from the couch. “I’m just going to… go.” He points to the door, scrambling to go get his shoes on and promptly leaves.
This time, Harry is too dumbfounded to realize what is happening until David comes back out.
“Did I interrupt something?”
Harry looks at David. “I… don’t know.”
-
& One
Harry shakes his hands as David adjusts his tie, trying not to bounce in place as he awaits his cue.
“It’s going to be just fine, love,” David says for what seems like the millionth time. “Tell me what you’re going to do again.”
“I’m going to go over to Louis’ flat, with that bouquet over there,” Harry points to the bouquet of sunflowers, “give him the bouquet and ask if he’d like to go on a date.”
“ And…”
“ And I’m going to kiss him if weather permits.”
David slaps Harry upside the head before laughing, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous. There’s no way Louis is going to say no.”
Harry looks to David with hopeful eyes. “You really think so?”
“I know so.” David smiles, adjusting Harry’s tie once more. “Stop moving! You’re making your outfit all creased and I didn’t spend hours-“
“You took it to the shops, idiot.”
“- and hours getting this outfit ready for you to frump it up!”
Harry smiles, head snapping to the door when he hears a knock. Confused, he lets David go and answer the door for him, not wanting to frump his outfit up anymore, lest he gets yelled at by David again.
“Louis?” Harry hears the older man question, making him walk towards the door.
“Louis?” Harry repeats, stepping behind David. “What are you doing here?”
“I-“ Louis steps back, and he can see the tears start to prickle at his eyes. “Nevermind.”
Louis turns and sprints back down the stairs, and Harry is so confused that he stands in place for a moment. It isn’t until David shakes him that he realizes that he needs to go after Louis.
“Go!” David yells, pushing Harry out of the door. “Go before I chop your cock off.”
Knowing David well enough to know that threat is a promise, Harry sprints after Louis, taking the stairs and going as fast as humanly possible to get to Louis. He nearly trips over himself as he gets to the bottom floor, going straight out of his building and looking around to find where Louis went. When he spots him running towards the bus stop, Harry breaks out in a run to catch him before the bus gets there.
“Louis!” Harry shouts, weaving his way through pedestrians with an expertise he normally does not have. “Louis, wait!”
Louis doesn’t turn around, only slowing down when he reaches the stop. He bounces in his spot, as if moving around will make the bus go faster. Harry catches up minutes later, just as the bus stops and Louis is about to get on.
“Lou, wait!” Harry screams, making heads turn to see what the hell is going on.
“Just go back to David, Harry,” Louis says, rubbing his eyes. “I know your boyfriend is waiting for you.”
“ Boyfriend?! ” Harry whispers sharply, shaking his head. “What boyfriend?”
“Don’t make me say it, Harry.”
Harry is going to make him say it. “What boyfriend, Louis?”
Louis sniffles, back straightening as he mumbles, “David.”
And, looking back, this isn’t the right thing to do, Harry can admit that, but in the moment, Harry laughs. He laughs loud and hard and almost brings himself to tears with how hard he’s laughing. Only because, no, David is not his boyfriend. Everyone around them is looking at the two like they’re in some romantic comedy, intrigued but they also want to get on with their day.
“Louis, Loubear,” Harry says after he calms down. “David isn’t my boyfriend.”
The crowd around them murmurs. “What do you mean, he’s not your boyfriend?” Louis asks, kicking an imaginary rock. “He’s with you all the time.”
“Yeah, because he’s trying to help me ask you out.”
The crowd gasps, like this wasn’t coming. “You were what?” Louis questions, eyes wide and tears drying on his cheeks.
“Louis, you have to know I’ve been gone for you for the last four years. I’ve been trying to figure out how to voice what I’ve been feeling for so long and every time I’ve been close, something’s gone wrong. But it’s you, Louis. You’re the one I want to be with, not David.”
“Are you getting on or not?” The bus driver yells, tapping his watch.
Louis looks to the driver and then at Harry. “You better not be joking.”
“I swear I’m not,” Harry laughs humorlessly. “I just-“
“Look, I’m about to leave,” The bus driver interrupts, leveling an unimpressed look to the two of them. “Are you getting on or not?”
The next minute feels like an hour as Harry waits from Louis to respond, to do anything. The bus door closes and begins to roll away as Louis finally, finally, closes the distance between the two of them and brings their lips together. He vaguely registers the cheering around them, can only focus on the fact Louis is kissing him.
“We have a lot to talk about,” Harry whispers as he pulls away.
Louis nods. “I can’t believe I thought you were with David.”
Harry laughs. “I can’t believe it’s taken me four years to get here.”
“We should get out of here,” Louis whispers, eyes glimmering.
And, well, Harry can’t say no to him.
-
Louis pushes Harry up against the door as soon as they make it back to Harry’s flat, thankfully free of David. He joins their lips together quickly, fisting Harry’s shirt in his hands and tugging him closer. Harry isn’t all too sure what to do with his hands, haphazardly placing them all over Louis’ body before ultimately landing on his hips.
“Bedroom,” Louis gasps as Harry trails kisses down his neck. “ Now.”
Harry isn’t one to deny Louis, not when he sounds this good from a little kissing. He pushes off the door, walking Louis backwards towards his bedroom. Nearly tripping over the both of them, he decides it’s easier to just pull Louis along. So he detaches his mouth from his neck, making a beeline for his room.
Entering the room he’s wanked to the thought of Louis more times than he can count in, Harry loses the plot for a second. He’s brought back when he is unceremoniously pushed down onto his bed by Louis, who climbs on top of him and strips himself of his shirt. He rejoins their lips, and this time Harry’s hands trail up his chest, thumbing over his nipples and pinches them.
The resulting moan makes Harry hard in an instant.
“Off, off,” Louis pants against Harry’s mouth, tugging on his shirt like it’ll get off faster if he does so. “I need you naked yesterday.”
Harry agrees with that sentiment, rolling them over so Louis is underneath him. He strips his shirt off, tossing it off to the side. “Been wanting this for so long, Lou,” he admits. “You look so pretty.”
Louis rolls his hips up into Harry’s. “I can be even prettier with your cock in me.”
Harry likes the sound of that.
Wasting no time, Harry kisses down Louis’ chest, sucking marks onto his chest and stomach. He crawls down his body, fingers gripping his joggers’ waistband and begin to tug them down. Louis hisses when his cock hits the cold air, rolling his hips up into the air. Harry bypasses his cock, going to suck marks into his inner thighs. If Louis lives to regret this, he will at least have reminders of where Harry’s been.
“Won’t regret this,” Louis whines, squirming under Harry’s touch. “Been wanting this so long.”
Harry reaches over to grab lube and a condom, shucking off his own joggers. “How long?”
Louis doesn’t answer immediately, and then says, “Four years,” in the softest voice he’s ever heard from the older.
“Fuck, we could’ve been doing this for four years?” Harry groans.
“Idiots, right idiots, we are,” Louis heaves, hips bucking into nothing. “If you don’t get your fingers or cock in me in the next minute, I’m leaving.”
Harry laughs, pouring lube onto his fingers and beginning to tease Louis’ hole. He smirks to himself when he sees Louis’ reaction, trying to grind back onto his fingers, only able to think about how he is the only one who gets to make Louis feel this way now. After a couple of moments teasing Louis, he slips in the first finger, resulting in a loud moan erupting from Louis.
“More,” he begs. “More, please.”
And who’s Harry to deny him?
Only with a little more teasing does Harry slip a second finger in, continuing to suck marks into his inner thighs. It leaves Louis a whining mess above him, and soon Harry’s slipping in a third finger.
Harry fucks his fingers in and out of Louis, and a particularly hard bite has the older whimpering. “Now,” he gasps. “Get in me now.”
Not needing to be told twice, Harry pulls his fingers out while Louis feels around for the condom, ripping it open and rolling it onto him. “You sure?” Harry asks as he rubs the remaining lube on his fingers onto his cock.
“Harry, I say this because I love you, but if you don’t fuck me right now , I’ll find someone who will.”
Harry dimples. “You love me.”
“Yes, yes, we can talk about that later. Now fuck me,” Louis pleads.
“But you love me,” Harry says, lining himself with Louis’ hole and pushing in slowly. “I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life.”
Louis moans, closing his eyes as he takes Harry’s cock. “Can’t wait. Been wanting to ask you out for so long.”
Harry stops. “So we’re really both idiots, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are. Stop one more time and I’ll cut your dick off,” Louis threatens weakly, but Harry doesn’t want to find out if he’s serious.
Very quickly does Harry build up a rhythm, fucking into Louis somewhere between lovingly and intensely. He can’t keep his mouth off Louis’ neck, mouthing over the skin there and occasionally leaving a mark or five. Louis moans like he’s getting fucked within an inch of his life, and this isn’t even Harry’s final form. He can’t wait to see what Louis sounds like when he’s fucking him so hard he sees stars.
Louis tries to roll his hips down into Harry’s, unable to keep a rhythm himself. His arms go around Harry’s neck, holding him close as he gets fucked.
“ There, ” Louis nearly screams when Harry angles his hips just right. “Right there, oh, Jesus.”
“Nope, just Harry,” he smiles, and he totally deserves the smack on the head that he gets.
“Shut up and make me cum,” Louis demands, nails digging into his shoulders.
And, again, who is Harry to deny his love?
Harry begins fucking into Louis harder than he had before, nearly losing his grip on his bedding as he does so. It takes exactly six hard thrusts of Harry’s cock on his prostate for Louis to come, spilling out onto his and Harry’s chest. Harry doesn’t take long to follow, hips stuttering as he empties into the condom.
Heavy breathing fills the room. Harry pulls out gingerly, tying off the condom and tossing it into the garbage. “Wait here,” he instructs, like Louis is going to go anywhere right now. Leaving to grab a wet flannel, Harry comes back to Louis watching the door with a lazy smile on his face.
“Hi,” Louis beams as Harry begins to clean up their chests.
“Hi,” Harry echos.
“I can’t believe we were both idiots.”
“I can’t believe you thought I was dating David,” Harry snickers.
Louis slaps Harry’s arms. “With the way he was hanging off of you, anyone would come to that conclusion.”
“Too bad I only have eyes for you,” Harry whispers, kissing Louis’ knee.
“Yeah,” Louis says dreamily. “Too bad.”