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Harry is always in the back, not because he is forced to, but because he wants to. It’s not that he doesn’t like people, either, it’s just that he really doesn’t like to see the confused look on the customers face when Harry can’t even recite the things on the menu without sounding completely dumb. So he stays in the back, because he can bake, and because Barbara, the owner, understands Harry through all his difficulties with his speech impediment.
She knows how intelligent he is, and funny even though at first it was extremely difficult to get through an entire sentence with Harry she saw through it. Harry loves to bake, and he always catches on so fast. It’s really a shame he stutters so bad when he is around new people, or when he is put on the spot. The worst part about it is that Harry knows what he wants to say, he knows that he is stuttering, and he knows the more he worries about it during a conversation the worse it becomes.
He is very nearly helpless on his own, unless he doesn’t speak. So when he does go out alone, he avoids places that make him speak, such as restaurants, where he’d have to order, or stores where the employees are paid commission so they ask him a million and one times if they can help him find anything or if he needs any help, and they always surprise him, so his speech is even more fucked up so eventually they think he is either mental or out to steal their merchandise.
When Harry gets to work his routine is to head straight for the back, but for some reason today the girl that usually works the front isn’t there. There is a line that flows all the way to Tim-buck-too and Barbara is running around filing orders by herself. She looks frazzled, her grey hair a sweaty mess, and flour all over her apron.
“Harry dear, Annabelle called in sick at the last minute and we are swamped, I have to go finish a cake Mrs. Saul is coming to pick up in an hour and you know how she is,” She grimaces and continues, “Could you please run the front for me, just until the cake is ready?” Harry nods, but he feels his anxiety kick in.
It’s not that Harry hasn’t run the front before, it’s just that is it has never been this busy, and so much pressure hasn’t ever been on him at work before. He looks out to the line of people as he puts his apron on and steals himself with a deep breath.
Barbara leans in close and whispers, “You’ll do great, love.” And pats him on the bum as she rushes to the backroom.
Harry walks over to the register, looks at the crowd and mumbles a “N-n-ex-t.” The customer walks up and starts rambling their order so quickly, but Harry has got it rung in just as quickly and after he gathers all the pastries and the tea they ordered he shakily tells the customer their total. One customer down, Harry stumbled, but overall he is quite proud of himself.
In fact, the rest of the line moves along rather quickly after that, everyone has had enough time in the line to figure out what they want and Harry doesn’t have to say much. Spitting out the total is about it. When the line is done and Harry feels accomplished he is about ready to head into the back to tell Barbara about how well he feels about working the front, when the doorbell chimes and a new customer enters.
When Harry looks up he meets a pair of blue eyes unlike any he has ever seen. The caramel colored hair, soft and touchable looking atop the man’s head and the cutest smile spreads across this man’s face. Harry sucks a breath in unable to hide the fact that the mere sight of this man can take Harry’s breath away. There are butterflies in his stomach that make him so nervous because this guy is without a doubt the most beautiful human being Harry has ever laid eyes on, and he really doesn’t want to sound like a blithering idiot.
“H-hi,” Harry forces himself to smile even though he is pissed that he has already messed up a simple greeting. The man looks at him, up and down, and he makes a happy little noise in the back of his throat in greeting.
The man looks over the menu in silence until his eyes travel back to Harry. “So,” the man pauses looking at his name tag, “Harry, what would you recommend for a broken heart? You
see my sister, she has had her first young heart break, and being the protective older brother I am, I must take care of her. Unfortunately, I’m not built for defending her honor in fighting, and also, I don’t feel like getting arrested for punching a minor, so I thought the way to cheer her up would be some good ol’ chocolate, right? But you guys have so many options, what do you think I should get?”
Harry is nearly dumbfounded; this man has said more in the last minute than Harry has nearly all day. He is jumpy and could probably talk for hours. The funny thing is, Harry might not mind to listen to his higher raspy sweet voice tell him more elaborate stories. The horrible part is that Harry knows what he would recommend, but he does such a shit job of communicating, and he is so awestruck by this bubbly boy that he doesn’t want to answer. Doesn’t want to embarrass himself, but he knows he’d recommend the chocolate cupcake with peanut butter- chocolate double whipped frosting.
“Th-the choco-o-late pea-pean-ut butt-er cu-cupca-ke is the be-best cu-re f-for brok-en hearts. “ When Harry started to speak, the man’s eyes went squinty, like he was trying to figure something out, watching Harry. Making him feel exposed and under scrutiny. Harry suddenly wished he was in the back again, in the safety that the bags of sugar and flour and cakes provide. Where beautiful boys don’t make him nervous and even more spluttery.
“Well, I’m not sure she is a big peanut butter fan, since she swells up from it. She is quite allergic. Last time she ate something with peanut butter in it we had to take her to the hospital because she looked like Violet from Willy Wonka, you know, the girl who swells up from the gum. I mean she wasn’t that size, but you get the idea right.” This man talks with such excitement and life, it’s hard not to stare.
“So-o no peanu-ut butt-er,” Harry concludes, and he is proud of how little he flubbed up.
The man smiles at him fondly for summing up exactly what he was trying to say in a simple sentence. And Harry thinks, chocolate and good for broken hearts, hm. He has kind of a quirky idea.
“Wha-at about-t berr-ries, is sh-e all-ergic-c to th-hem? An-d wh-at do you-ou thi-nk of voo-d-doo?”
The man looks at him odd, “Voodoo? Like a voodoo doll or are talking about like voodoo, voodoo? Is there such a thing as voodoo, voodoo? I’m sorry,” The boy rambles so quickly through that.
Harry laughs because this man is so fast paced in everything and a bit eccentric. “Lik-ke d-doll.”
“Oh. Well she isn’t allergic to berries. “ The man thinks for a second and then he smiles at Harry in realization.
“I’ll b-be right ba-ck.” And Harry disappears back to his safetly, but he doesn’t feel any relief because he knows he’ll just be going back out there once he finishes this. He finds the stuff he needs. He fills a chocolate cupcake with raspberry filling, he outlines the shape of a body on the top of this massive cupcake and finds a pretzel stick they’d normally cover in chocolate. He sticks it right into the chest of the person outline on the cupcake, pleased with himself because it’s quite perfect. He is nervous that the boy will think it’s too violent or awful. He places the cupcake in a traveling box and leaves the lid open so the man can look at it.
He brings it over to the counter and shows that man, whose eyes have gone wide like saucers as he glances between the cupcake and Harry. Harry waits anxiously for the man’s reaction. His eyes and smile turn mischievous when he looks up at Harry and he laughs. For a second Harry is confused and a wee bit hurt.
“Mate, this is perfect. I love the idea! So she can stab the little person with the pretzel.” Harry smiles and nods in approval.
“The b-best par-t is-s the berr-ry fillin-g so i-t looks-s lik-ke blood.” Harry smiles darkly and the man laughs again.
“Cheeky little thing, aren’t you?” The man says fondly and Harry very nearly dies with pink tinged cheeks.
“I will take that please? Is there any way that you have bows to tie onto the boxes?”
Harry nods, “C-color?”
The man thinks about it for a second before answering, “You pick.” So Harry picks the pink ribbon that is all sparkles, because secretly it’s his favorite one they have. He takes his time, making sure his bow is perfect and it pays off.
As Harry starts to ring in the order, the man breaks into his thoughts, “I’m Louis, by the way.”
Harry is a little caught off guard; he wonders why the man felt the need to tell him his name. He doesn’t understand until the following week.
Harry is in his favorite place, the backroom, frosting cooled cupcakes and humming softly to himself. Annabelle pokes her head into the back and smiles wide.
“There is a Louis here, and he’d like to speak to you.” For a minute Harry blanks, Who the fuck is Louis? And then it hits him, and well why is Louis asking for him a week later? “Here, I’ll take over for you so you can go help Louis,” The way she says his name with her eyebrows wiggling makes Harry roll his eyes as he hands off the piping bag.
The beautiful man, Louis is standing beside the display case and looking intently at the sweets. When he spots Harry a grin breaks across his face. He defiantly notices the look of confusion written across Harry’s face.
“Hey, Harry.” Louis greets him like they’re close friends.
“Hi-i” Harry stammers back.
“So I never got to thank you really for the cupcake.” Harry goes to protest but Louis continues. “My sister loved it, after she destroyed it she ate the entire thing. By the end she wasn’t even crying anymore. For a while I thought the voodoo cupcake was a bad idea because she was just crying and stabbing the little pretzel into the cupcake and I got a little worried. But I think it was just the cure.” He is smiling at Harry and Harry has to remind himself to breath because his eyes are just so blue.
“I-I’m glad.” Is all Harry can really mumble out, and he smiles a little. There is an awkward silence where they both kind of watch each other where their eyes don’t meet, but they both know they are looking at each other. Fed up Harry finally breaks the silence.
“So-o was th-there someth-ing els-se y-you nee-ded?” Louis finally meets his eyes and then casts his eyes towards the ground before speaking.
“No, I was actually wondering something else. I was hoping you could make me another voodoo cupcake, my mate just got fired and I feel like that cupcake is quite diverse in it’s uses.
He really hates his boss, well old boss, but I think he could use some therapy so he doesn’t go a spend the next few months planning his murder. Maybe this will suffice for him.” Although he is smiling, Harry gets the feeling that Louis is being serious about this friend of his.
“C-can’t have you-our f-friend comm-mmiting murder.” And they both chuckle, Harry beams inside knowing that he put that smile on Louis face. He isn’t sure why he cares so much, this is the second time talking to this guy. “Lemm-mme go whip-p one u-up.”
Harry does the same as last time, but while he makes the cupcake, Annabelle is watching all his moves like a hawk. “S-stop” Harry whines out and she smiles cheekily.
Harry brings it out to Louis and turns to him with a serious face, “Did-d you w-wan-t the p-pink b-bow aga-ain?”
Louis does laugh full out this time, beautiful and naughty sounding. Harry leans towards the sound and smiles.
“Yes, please! Oh god, he’ll absolutely hate that, but I want to watch his face. Oh, please do that.” And he is laughing as he says it. So to please this beautiful boy, he wraps a pink sparkly bow around the box and smiles as he rings Louis up.
That isn’t Louis’ last visit, he actually visits at least once a week, buying some sweet for someone Louis knows that just needs cheering up. Louis always has a wild story to accompany his visit and Harry loves listening to this boy ramble on.
Annabelle teases him, and even gets Barbara in on the torture. He assures them there is nothing going on as he steps out to talk with Louis. Today he doesn’t order anything for someone else, there is no wild story. He just asks Harry to pick him out something delicious. So Harry grabs the red velvet cupcake with chocolate cream cheese frosting , and Harry tells Louis what it is and when Louis says he’ll take it, Harry walks to the back a grabs blue ribbon. One that he bought because it was the same color as Louis eyes, the very same eyes that have kind of been stuck in Harry’s mind for some time now. He wraps the bow up as nicely as he can and hands it to Louis.
“It-t’s on th-the house.” Harry slides it across the counter and smiles. Louis looks up confused.
“What? Why?”
“W-well, you al-ways b-buy someth-thing for someone el-se wh-en their-r s-sad, b-but nev-ver yourse-elf. So-o I th-thought sinc-ce this wasn’t f-for some-meone els-se you migh-t have bee-been having-g a b-bad day.” Harry tries not to grimace over how hard that was to get out.
Louis looks pleasantly surprised and a little in awe.
“Well, Harry you have read me correctly and I’m a little scared with how easy I was for you to figure out. But there is one thing that would make my shitty day a little, no a whole lot better.” Harry waits for Louis to answer, but he doesn’t. Louis just looks at Harry expectantly until Harry asks.
“W-What?” Louis smiles like he has been rewarded.
“Actually I’ve wanted to ask you this for a while, but I never had the nerve, and I’ve just had the shittiest day, so I figure you only live once, right? I’m sorry, I had to use that saying, it probably doesn’t help my situation, but..” He trails off and Harry is again left waiting and confused. Instead of forcing Harry to ask again, Louis takes pity on him. In those milliseconds of waiting Harry has the realization of how drawn to this man he is. It’s like they are two magnets answering each other in needs. Harry talks so little, and Louis has so much to say. Not only that, but Louis is quite possibly the most beautiful human being Harry has ever seen. And, probably the biggest of all, Louis hasn’t said one thing about his speech problem, or looked annoyed when it took him a little longer to get what he needed to say out, or acted like Harry was a “special case” that needed to be tended to lightly. He has joked and made
Harry laugh more than anyone. And it’s then that Harry realizes just how ass over head he is for this boy.
Louis continues with his speech bringing Harry out of his realization. “I know this really great Italian place down town, and I was wondering if you’d join me one evening?” He watches Harry, like he is waiting for a reaction, and he probably is Harry realizes. He is looking into Harry’s eyes because he knows that’s where his real emotions will be.
Even though Harry realized that he liked Louis, he didn’t think Louis had feelings for him. “Uh-hh, I-I’m off o-on Fri-iday.”
The smile that breaks across Louis face is the brightest most infectious Harry has ever laid eyes on. His eyes crinkle and he just looks incredibly cuddleable, if that’s even a thing. Harry just wants to wrap him up and hold him for forever.
They exchange numbers and Harry is such a nervous wreck he fucking curtsies when Louis waves goodbye to him and he nearly falls over from embarrassment alone at what he just did. He gets into the back, flushed and groaning at his idiocy and ignores Annabelle’s kissy faces and teasing. Barbara comes up to him and pats his bum with a fond smile on her face that makes Harry blush all over again.
Louis texts Harry that night something long and wordy and Harry smiles because Louis texts just like he speaks. Multiple ideas all threaded together into one story that somehow makes sense. Harry texts much unlike how he speaks, quick and with so many exclamation points it’d be embarrassing if he could show this emotion in real life speech.
They agree on the Italian restaurant Louis wants because Harry does like Italian food more than anything, and it’s crazy that Louis picked up on that. They also agree that it’ll be an early dinner so they can spend the rest of the night together. Harry thinks that is the cutest idea, that Louis wants to make this date last as long as he can. And he keeps calling it a date, making Harry nervous with butterflies.
Two hours before Louis is going to pick Harry up, Harry has his mate Zayn come over and help him pick out an outfit. He has been friends with Zayn for longer than he can remember, and Harry is incredibly comfortable with Zayn, he thinks it’s the familiarity of Zayn that makes it easier for Harry to talk. And Zayn never complains when he has an off day, just listens through the stutter and Harry is more than grateful. Also, Zayn has amazing style, he is quite fit if Harry does say so.
Harry is sprawled on his bed in only his boxers as Zayn rummages through his closet making this little ticking sounds with his tongue as he flicks through article after article of clothing he is disapproving of. Harry groans in frustration. He’ll just go on his date naked at this point. Harry wouldn’t mind really, as long as Louis was naked too. He flushes at that thought, Louis is so fucking fit. Beautiful, and fit as hell. Harry is such a goner; he really hopes this date goes well.
Instead of the ticking of Zayn’s tongue this time it’s a sound of approval and Harry sits up fast and hopeful. Zayn picks out a billowy off-white t-shirt and the tightest pair of black skinnies Harry owns. He throws them at Harry unceremoniously and laughs when Harry glares fondly. He grabs a light jacket to throw on over top if Harry feels like it, and Harry decides he likes it. Zayn takes Harry into the bathroom and as much as Harry explains that his hair will not cooperate enough to do anything with Zayn brushes it off.
“Brought this, my friend,” and Zayn hold up some of his own product that he uses in his hair, so Harry lets him work his “Magic”. Harry just rolls his eyes at the look of concentration on Zayn’s face as he goes to work on his hair. After what feels like centuries Zayn allows him to look.
“H-Holy shit!” Harry breaths, his hair like this makes him look older, hotter even and he likes it. He just hopes Louis will. He smiles a bright smile at Zayn, “Th-thanks mate, I re-really appreciate th-this!”
Zayn nods, “You look right fit. Fuckable, even.” Harry blushes, he doesn’t think it will make it that far tonight, he kind of hopes it does. Like he really fucking wants to be with Louis, because it’s all he has really been thinking about lately, but it’s a first date, and he doesn’t want to make things awkward between Louis and him.
Louis shows up five minutes early, and Harry is glad because if he had to wait those extra five minutes he is positive that he would have exploded with anticipation and nerves. Louis is wearing a cute slightly too big grey jumper and the tightest, most sinful pair of maroon chinos. His bum looks absolutely edible, Harry isn’t even ashamed to be thinking about his bum right now, it’s just so close and not on the other side of a counter and in a pair of such tight pants, Harry wonders if he is even wearing anything underneath.
“Hi,” Louis breaths around a smile. Harry adores his smile.
“Hi,” and Harry grins because he didn’t fuck that up, and Louis’ just too adorable not to smile back at.
“Shall we?” Louis asks and extends his hand for Harry and Harry takes it without hesitation, smiling brighter than the fucking sun.
When they get to Louis car, he opens the door for Harry, and Harry melts a little more inside. Louis starts the car and immediately they are bombarded with loud music that nearly bursts Harry’s ears, and he lets out an embarrassing yelp of surprise. Louis rushes to turn the volume down and apologizes like a mad man.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry. Harry, I totally forgot, I just really like loud music, it helps calm me down. And I was so nervous on the way over here I just forgot to turn it down before I got out of the car.” Louis is rambling and Harry is trying to form a coherent sentence.
“No, L-Louis, it-it’s fine. Lou!” Louis looks over at Harry, finally hearing what he was saying. They are silent as Louis enters traffic headed to downtown. They are both staring out the windshield, diliberatly not looking at each other. Harry steals a glance at Louis at the third stop light, his features look pinched, his cheeks slightly flushed and Harry can’t help but let a giggle slip through his lips. Louis looks over at him, grumpy at first, but it melts away and then they are both laughing. Like really laughing, loud and uncontrollable.
This seems to lift the weird funk that had settled in.
“Th-that was actua-lly a r-really good song.” Harry comments and Louis smiles. Harry remembers that concert well, the Script, it was great.
“Yeah, I love the Script, and I even went to their concert a few years back. They were awesome.” Harry gasps, not on purpose, but sometimes he feels like Louis and he are destined for
something great, and sometimes Harry feels that that greatness is each other. Louis looks at him quickly with questions in his eyes.
“The sh-show i-in ’09? I-I was there t-too!” Louis looks at him all squinty like and Harry tries to convey that he is not lying.
“That’s crazy that we were at the same show and never even knew each other and we’re just meeting now. It feels like something that was like meant to be, or some shit like that.” Harry flushes because, damn, Louis just said exactly what he was thinking, and knowing that they are on nearly the same wavelength gives Harry tremendous excitement.
They pull up to the place and Louis grabs Harry’s door for him again, and offers his hand to help him out of it. Harry dies a little inside, heartbeat fast and fluttering in his chest. When they enter the restaurant Louis goes up to the host and smiles brightly.
“Hi, I have reservations for two under Tomlinson.” The nicely dressed man nods, looking down and grabbing two menus.
“Right this way,” and he gestures for them to follow. They are taken to a secluded table in a corner with soft lighting and a beautifully set table. Harry love it, and he smiles wide at Louis when he pulls out his chair for him. Normally in these situations Harry is so agonizingly awkward, but with Louis it all melts away.
“Could I start you gentlemen off with any drinks? Our house merlot is my favorite for this season.” Louis looks over at Harry with an eyebrow raised, and Harry smiles with a shrug. Then he nods, because, yeah, he could use a little wine.
“We’ll take a bottle of that, please.” The host nods.
“I’ll have it sent right over, and your server, Niall will be right with you.” He exits and Harry looks at Louis smiling.
“You know, Niall is kind of a rare name, wouldn’t you think?” Louis ponders, and Harry thinks that is an odd segue into conversation.
“Y-yeah, rare.” Harry is nodding, but he doesn’t know much else to say.
“It’s just, my friend Liam has this friend Niall who is Irish, I’ve just never met him. And I was thinking how odd that is that there are two Nialls. I wonder is it Liam’s Niall. You’d like my friend Liam, he is so sweet, until you piss him off.”
“Is-is that wh-who you bought th-at second voo-doo cup-cake for?” Harry is actually curious about Louis life, so this is nice conversation for Harry.
“Yeah, actually. He did get a new job, and he totally didn’t murder his boss, thanks to your cupcake, I swear! He was mapping out a plan when I brought him the cupcake and he went a little crazy with destroying it, and then after he ate it, he was over it. It was quite weird.” They are both looking over their menus. “So what were you thinking about getting?” Harry looks up.
“I was th-thinking about-t the p-pasta w-with prosciutto and-d b-basil.” Louis nods and Harry asks, ”What-t about y-you?”
“I was thinking that or the Tagoliolini con Tartufo, which sounds good too.” Louis thinks aloud, and Harry feels special that Louis just lets out his thoughts for him.
And with that thought, a blonde man shows up to their right with a pad and pen in his hand. He smiles broad and when he speaks, Harry is pretty sure that this is Louis’ friend Liam’s Irish friend.
“I’m Niall, and I’ll be your server this evening, can I get ya guys started with anything, salad?”
“Yeah, actually.” Louis says looking at Harry, who watches him speak to the Irish lad. “But, uh, I was wondering if you knew someone named Liam?”
Niall looks surprised,” Yeah,” he says apprehensively.
“Sorry, it’s just, I am Liam’s roommate, Louis, and I didn’t figure that there were multiple Niall’s around here.”
Niall’s face flashes with recognition and he smiles. “Oi, it’s nice to meet ya mate. Liam talks heaps about ya, good to finally meet ya.”
Louis smiles, now that that is all settled and continues with ordering, the part Harry dreads. “I’ll take the Tagoliolini con Tarrufo and he will take the Pasta with Prosiutto and Basil.” Harry looks up surprised, as Niall smiles and says he’ll be right back with their salads.
“Th-thanks” Harry mumbles out a bit embarrassed and a bit in awe.
“Course,” is all Louis says about that, letting Harry off the hook. He might just love this bloke. “isn’t it funny that that Niall is Liam’s Niall?” He is smiling like they are sharing a secret and
Louis is just so fucking adorable, Harry has to remind himself to blink.
Niall brings their salads, and when they are finished he brings their food right on time and Harry thinks this entire night is perfect. They talk about stuff their small visits and their texts haven’t covered and it’s great. Harry loves hearing about Louis life, and he actually really likes talking about his own with Louis. It’s so easy with Louis, Louis just listens to Harry with a fond look in his eye that talks away so much of Harry’s self-berating of his speech. Louis listens and understands and fucking laughs when Harry makes stupid jokes and Louis tells jokes just as bad that make Harry laugh just as hard.
Dessert comes and they share it, piece of great chocolate cake, Louis comments that he has better and smiles at Harry letting him know he is talking about Harry at the bakery. Harry flushes and smiles gratefully, but he really likes the cake. Louis even feeds him a bite and smiles cheekily at Harry when his lips close around the fork in his mouth. Harry has to remind himself to keep calm.
Louis takes care of the check and helps Harry out of the place, not that Harry couldn’t make it without Louis’ hand leading him, but they both like the excuse to touch. Louis asks if Harry would like to explore some of the shops, and he really would love to spend more time with Louis so he agrees.
They walk into little shops until they are all closed up, Harry enjoys every minute of it, looking at knick knacks and laughing at Louis crazy antics when he tries on masks and hats and this really odd furry vest. They reluctantly walk back to the car, and even though it’s dark, Harry feels safe with Louis. Back inside the car Louis turns the radio up for a couple of songs where they sing along at the top of their lungs. Harry likes singing, for some reason his speech problem doesn’t affect him. Louis doesn’t say anything, just put’s everything into the familiar Script songs.
When they pull up to Harry’s flat, Louis walks him up to his door and smiles fondly at him. “Thank you, I had fantastic night,” and he is leaning in close. Harry leans in too, drawn to Louis like a moth to flame.
“I h-had a wonderful t-time.” Harry whispers before pressing his lips to Louis in a sweet kiss. He tries to pull back, but Louis chases his lips and holds onto his curls. Harry makes a surprised sound but kisses back holding onto Louis hips tightly. Louis has Harry pressed against his door and they kiss like it’s their first and last, searching for something that can only be quenched by each other’s lips.
Harry pulls back and pants out, “Wanna co-come in?”
“Never thought you’d ask,” Louis huffs out.
They don’t have sex that night. They do kiss though until they are too tired. They fall asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms with swollen lips and full hearts.
Louis wakes up half naked to the smell of bacon? He isn’t sure but he thinks he is still asleep and dreaming. He looks around and finds a shirt hanging off a chair and slips it on as he pads outside of Harry’s bedroom following the smell. He winds up in Harry’s kitchen, where Harry stands shirtless at the stove flipping pancakes, and eggs, and potatoes and bacon.
“Shit, I’ve hit the lottery. You can bake and make a mean fry-up?” Harry startles at Louis voice and his eyes zero in on the fact that Louis is sporting Harry’s shirt from the night before. He really likes how it hangs on him.
They eat breakfast, Louis claiming he ate too much but he just couldn’t stop because it was that good. They make plans to meet up later this week and kiss a bit before Louis leaves.
Their second date is much like the first but the night ends with the two exchanging mind blowing blowjobs. When Louis’ lips wrap around Harry’s cock and his tongue dips into the underside of the head Harry feels like he is prepubescent and getting his first blow job. He is so close to cumming much too quickly, Louis’ mouth is just so sinful. As Louis bobs his head, Harry’s falls back and a soundless moan escapes his lips. He tries desperately to get a hold of himself, but every time he feels like he might be able to gain some control over the situation, Louis does something with his tongue that has Harry’s head spinning. Louis pushes himself farther his nose so close to Harry’s tummy and his eyes watering. The best part though is that Louis is enjoying this, humming around Harry’s cock. He keeps pushing himself farther, taking as much of Harry as he can. Harry feels the head of his cock slip into Louis’ throat, his gag reflex fluttering against Harry’s cock and just then Louis hums and Harry cums just like that. Down Louis throat and blinding white flashing behind his eyelids. Louis takes it like a champ, swallowing it all, and sucking Harry dry.
They cuddle again and Louis wakes up to a wonderful breakfast. Harry claims it’s to keep Louis well fueled for his amazing blow job skills. Louis laughs at that, and Harry absolutely beams.
After this they meet up without set days, seeing each other as often as possible, and they kiss and suck each other off so often, Harry becomes more and more vocal. Louis encourages him the entire way. They want sex, they really do, it just feels like it’s building up, for the perfect spontaneous moment.
It happens out of the oddest circumstances. Harry hears the knock at the door and he opens it surprised but pleased that it’s Louis. Until he takes in Louis’ expression, and the way his shoulders are slumped.
“Sorry, I just really wanted to see you,” Harry doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he thinks Louis will tell him when he is ready and so Harry leads him inside, wrapping him in a tight hug. He places a kiss to Louis’ hair and squeezes him before he leads him over to the couch and sets him down on his lap. Wrapping him up in his arms and realizing just how small Louis is. Louis rests his head against Harry’s chest and breaths in deeply.
“Distract me, please.” Louis whispers into Harry’s shirt. Harry leans back a little so that he can get his hand under Louis’ chin, and he tilts his face up so that their lips can meet. Harry tries to convey everything he wants to tell Louis. How much he wants to make him happy, how much he cares, how much he supports Louis in whatever he does, how perfect Louis is, how beautiful, how wonderful, and how much he wants to take care of him, forever. Louis hums as Harry trails kisses down his neck, leaning back so that Harry has more access. Harry leaves a trail of love bits along the expose length of Louis’ neck and biting in slightly on his earlobe. His lips trail back to Louis’ lips and their kiss becomes less sweet and a whole hell of a lot dirtier.
Their kisses become louder, their tongues meshing and battling in a loud dance of passion. Both their breathing is erratic as Louis adjusts himself over Harry straddling his lap and placing his small hands in Harry’s curls. Harry takes a hold of Louis’ hips and they rut against each other, but it’s not enough.
“L-Lou, let me take care of y-you.” They’re both surprised at how well that sounded, but that is not their focus right now, and Louis nods in agreement.
“Yes, yes Harry. Please,” He is breathless and grabbing onto Harry like he never wants to let go. Harry stands up and Louis wraps his legs around Harry to try to hold on, and Harry brings his lips back to Louis as he walks them to his bedroom.
Harry can feel Louis’ hard prick pressed against his stomach, and all Harry wants to do is tear Louis apart and put him back together in the best way possible. He lays Louis down and walks over to his nightstand eliciting a bottle of lube and a condom. He gets back on the bed and looms over Louis who looks up at him with squinty eyes that are darker than Harry ever remembers seeing them. He leans down and licks a wet stripe up Louis throat as he starts to unbutton his shirt. Once he’s got it off Louis makes grabby hands at the hem of Harry’s t-shirt. Harry complies and rids himself of his shirt pressing down onto Louis.
Bare chest to bare chest and lips to lips Harry brings his hand up to Louis right nipple, running his thumb over the sensitive nub, gaining a whimper from Louis against his lips. Harry trails his mouth down Louis body spending extra time on each nipple until Louis is begging for anything, for Harry to do anything, something.
“Patience,” Is all Harry says, confident and cool.
Harry continues his downward trail and stops to lick into Louis’ navel and Louis jolts off the bed surprised. Harry smirks against his tummy. Harry palms Louis through his jeans and Louis is shivering and breathing rapidly.
“Harry, Harry. Please, please please,” Louis whines, and how can Harry deny him any longer. He pulls down his and Louis’ last articles of clothing. Louis breaths happily but still heavily. His cock is freed and resting red and angry against his stomach.
Harry takes it in his mouth as he lubes up his fingers and pushes one into Louis perfect little hole.
“Fuck Harry! God, Harry Harry ,” Harry’s first finger is joined by a second and when he scissors inside Louis, the blue-eyed boy buck his hips up into Harry’s mouth. Harry pulls off and looks at Louis, his fingers searching for Louis’ prostate.
“Lou, look at me.” Harry’s voice is commanding and strangely stutter free. Louis’ eyes lock onto Harry’s and he whimpers when Harry finally finds the bundle of nerves inside of Louis.
“I’m gonna fuck you, yeah. So good, so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” and as he says it he adds a third finger inside Louis causing the boy to throw his head back and whine high pitched in his throat.
“Yes, yes” Louis pants.
“Yes, what?” Harry demands.
“Yes, yes please Harry. Hazza please, please.” Louis is wrecked already, flushed and panting, hair a mess and his body laid out and pliant for Harry. Harry feels possessive as he pulls his fingers out and putting on the condom lubing himself up.
Slowly he runs his hand along Louis’ bum cheeks spreading them watching as Louis’ hole is practically begging as much as Louis is with his mouth. He pushes the head of his dick inside Louis tight pink hole and Louis moans loud and pornographic and Harry continues to push until he has bottomed out. Louis doesn’t even allow Harry to give him time to adjust he just wants him to move.
“Move, move, move,” the last one is very nearly screamed.
“No, Louis. Listen to me. You are going to cum with my cock inside of you, or not at all, and you will not tell me what to do. You may ask, but I will not comply if you order me around, Understand, love?” Louis nods frantically eyes following the words leaving Harry’s lips. “Answer me.”
“Yes Harry. Cum with your cock inside me, only, only with your cock. Harry please, please move. Please anything.” Louis reaches down to touch himself and Harry bats his hand away. Louis whimpers unable to stop himself.
“No, only my cock.” And with that Harry starts to move, fast and relentless. The drag of being inside Louis is driving Harry mad, he needs more so much more but it’s all too much at the same time. He can’t stop driving in over and over.
“Yes, yes, yes Harry. Unf, Harry please don’t, don’t stop. Yes, yes so good.” Louis is rambling, chanting and Harry rewards him with his cock, over and over.
“Lou, looks so good like this. With my cock inside you, me filling you up.” Harry pulls one of Louis’ legs up, changing positions and hitting Louis prostate repeatedly now. Louis cries out and fists his hands in the blankets and tried desperately not to touch himself.
“Doing so well, taking my cock so good. Beautiful, Lou. Want you to cum, cum on my cock, babe.”
“Fuck, harder, please, please.” Louis whines and Harry complies, the headboard starts to hit the wall and Louis is making loud whining noises that are driving Harry insane.
“Cum for me, love,” and Louis does. His whole body shudders and goes still as he shoots cum across his stomach and chest.
Harry follows right after filing the condom. He rides out his orgasm thrusting into Louis’ over sensitive hole. When he pulls out Louis is whimpering into the pillow. Harry pulls off the condom and ties it, tossing it in the direction of his waste bin.
Instead of cuddling up to Louis’ side like Louis thought he would, Harry pulls his face between Louis’ thighs. He pushes Louis’ legs apart and then his bum cheeks exposing his empty hole.
He leans forward and licks a stripe across Louis’ hole. Louis’ whole body jerks and Louis yells out.
“No, no,no. Please, too sensive, Harry, no. Oh, god.” But Harry doesn’t relent. Instead he licks more insistently into Louis’ hole, holding him down by his thighs.
He can see Louis cock filing again and he smiles. “Lou, gonna make you cum again. “ Louis shudders at his words and the return of Harry’s tongue.
Harry starts to thrust his tongue, pointed into Louis, who is writhing and crying out, sobbing into a pillow.
“Taste so good, Lou. You are doing so good,” Harry twists his tongue inside Louis three times and Louis is cumming, much less this time, but with a louder more pained cry. His body is twitching and Harry knows he shouldn’t but he licks one more time into Louis hole. He sees tears in Louis’ eyes and kisses his way up Louis’ body.
He kisses his lips lovingly and wraps Louis up in his arms. Instead of spooning, Louis just cuddles in face first into Harry’s chest tucking his hands in between their bodies. Harry should care that they are sticky with cum and sweat, but he figures they can just shower together before of after he makes breakfast.
Harry falls asleep wondering how the fuck he just got through that entire time without stuttering once.