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Louis rubbed sleep out of his eyes as he stumbled downstairs. He felt like he’d slept for twenty hours. In reality, the clock read one o’clock in the evening, and it sounded like Niall had just woken up, as well.

Liam and Gigi were whipping up some form of food in the kitchen while Zayn held a small bundle of blankets. Niall partially draped himself over the counter. “If I don’t get food within the next five minutes, my stomach is going to kill you all.”

Louis whacked his bum as he passed by, immediately going to see Zayn. “Gimme that child.” Zayn snorted before moving the blankets away from the baby hiding beneath them. She was a gorgeous little girl, no bigger than an American football. “Thank god.”

“What?” Zayn asked as Louis took her from his arms. He sat beside Zayn and held her gently, wishing she would wake but also not wanting to disturb her.

“She looks just like Gigi. Whew. Got lucky there, Gi!” Louis spoke in a voice that carried far enough for Gigi to hear. She looked over her should and smiled in that soft manner. It just occurred to Louis that he never properly met her before. “Oh. Does she hate me?”

Zayn laughed, clamping Louis on the shoulder. “God, no. She was the one who got me out of my head enough to reach out. The first time.” Louis blushed furiously, opting to run a finger down the baby’s soft cheek. It amazed Louis that babies were capable of growing from such a small, delicate size. “She’s smiling like that because we ran into Harry on the way in.”

“Oh?” Louis’ voice grew high, and his eyes flashed up to gauge Zayn’s reaction. The boy immediately snorted, grabbing the baby back into his arms and shooting a look over his shoulder.

“We’re so right. They fucked.” Zayn bumped his hip with Gigi as he passed by the kitchen to lay his baby in a crib they’d set up. Louis wondered just how long they’d actually been there.

“Did you?” Liam gasped, holding a spatula in one hand and gaping in true surprise. It was hard to take him seriously when he wore an apron that read ‘Kiss the Chef.’

“We did not,” Louis said, straightening up. Niall shuffled near him, still slightly delirious in his lack of food state. He didn’t seem convinced. “Seriously.

“You did something though, didntcha?”

Louis shoved his face away. “No. Still doesn’t explain the smirk Gigi is still giving me. Thanks, love.”

She chuckled as she placed the food onto the table. Niall immediately ran for it, and they all gradually followed. “I’ve known Harry for a while through Kendell. It was funny to see him so flustered.”

Louis’ gut twisted at Kendell’s name. He knew Harry and she were merely friends, even during the stunts they had to do during the band years. Still, she’d been on his lap and kissed him. And, well, now so has Louis, so he supposes they’re even.

“It looked a hell of a lot like what you’re doing right now.”

Louis scowled. “Nobody asked, Gigi.”

She beamed happily at him and continued on to waking the baby. Thankfully, they let the subject drop. Louis didn’t feel like giving them the satisfaction of knowing they kissed. He also didn’t want to admit it himself. As world-altering as it was for him, it was just a kiss to Harry. It would fade from his mind quicker than the kiss had even lasted.

Louis wished he could have said the same.

. . .

The club they went to was crowded. Louis recognized a handful of celebrities in the crowd. There must have been a lot of models and lower class celebrities he wasn’t familiar with here as well. Then, of course, there was the richy-rich upper elite that required privacy only a club like this could provide.

Louis didn’t relax for the first hour there. As thoroughly as everyone swore to him that nobody would say a thing about what they saw here – if they even remembered it – and that phones weren’t even allowed inside, Louis didn’t know how to trust that.

Then, Niall subtly pointed in the direction of three very famously straight celebrities snogging in the corner. If their gay threeway was safe, Louis supposed he could allow himself to loosen up a bit.

Harry, who’d made his way around the dance floor and bar taking to half the partygoers there, made his way back to the table with flushed cheeks as Louis sipped on his sixth mixed drink of the night.

“I like your umbrella!” Harry laughed as he stumbled into the booth. Gigi and Zayn eyed Harry precariously, unsure when he would fall over. Louis knew it would happen – always did back in the band when Harry had more than two drinks.

“Aw, Haz. Once a lightweight, always a lightweight with you, huh?” Louis slung an arm around Harry’s shoulders. He hadn’t realized they were so wide.

Harry shrugged. “I’m just buzzed. High on the people! On having you back in my life!”

His words hit a chord in Louis’ heart. He was the reason he’d left Harry’s life, and he hated knowing that.

“Can’t get rid of me forever, Styles.”

Gigi cleared her throat. “Harry, how is the dance floor?”

Harry shifted around to suck the straw of Louis’ drink between his lips. His cheeks hallowed when he did so, and the slight gleam of sweat on his brow caught Louis’ eye. Suddenly, the club became much hotter.

“It’s upbeat. Nearly fell way too much to keep up on my own. Liam and Niall got swept up in some weird dance off type situation.”

Louis snorted. “Like out of a movie?”

Harry shook his head, green eyes slightly glowing under the black lights. “Noo. More like Niall trying to impress some bird and Liam accidentally showing him up.”

They all laughed. “Zayn, you should go out there and win against Liam! You love dancing!”

Zayn rolled his eyes and shoved Gigi gently. “Please don’t bring that up, babe.”

Gigi continued to laugh. Louis liked her. He liked that Zayn had somebody who refused to cater to his ever need. He was bad about doing that.

“What about you, Louis? Do you dance?”

Based on the mischievous smirk she wore, the girl had ulterior motives. He had no doubt that she had seen the video of him circling the internet. “Alright, alright. We know I can’t dance worth shit. We all saw the video. Let me drink in peace!”

Harry perked up, letting Louis have his own drink back, half empty. “What video?”

Louis sighed. He flipped Gigi the middle finger and looked into Harry’s curious gaze. It always amazed Louis that Harry could manage to look so serious yet so pure simultaneously. “There is a video from a year ago. I was at a private party and risked dancing with me mate Luke. Some fan got a video of it.”

“That’s not so-,”

Louis glared. “I could live with it if it wasn’t some of the worst dancing known to world kind.”

“It couldn’t be that bad, Louis. Dancing is natural.”

Louis flicked Harry’s nose, making him crinkle it. “Haz, I’ve never properly grinded on or had anyone grind on me. We were hammered and when Luke bent me over, I bent down like I was touching me toes. Back bent – no arch whatsoever. It’s amazing I didn’t fall, honestly. No rhythm in these hips. It’s a shame.”

Harry’s eyes danced between his for half a second. Then, he straightened up. “Alright. We’re dancing.”

“Did you miss me whole story? I can’t dance!” Louis shouted, but the music was so loud nobody paid them attention. Zayn and Gigi pretended to be interested in something else, but Louis caught their looks every few seconds. They should at least back him up if they wanted in on the drama.

Harry laughed, giggling like a schoolgirl. Maybe he smoked some weed. Louis would kill for that right now as Harry gripped his wrist and yanked him out of the booth. His nerves fixated deep within his stomach, creating an anchor that refused to let him move.

“You just need a good partner. Lucky for you, I love to dance!” Harry dragged a protesting Louis out onto the dance floor. People were all around them. Most didn’t have partners, but plenty did, and their dancing was filthy. Louis quickly found himself lost in location, clutching onto Harry for support. That was likely his strategy, honestly, strand Louis in the sea of people to force him to dance.

They’d been out before. During their days in the band, they all went out together, and when Harry and Louis were close, they danced, but it was different than this. It was far more innocent and mostly consisted of jumping and waving their arms with the occasional cringy ironic move.

“Watch a few of the couples, Lou. See how the person in front rolls their hips?” Harry asked, subtly nodding his head at what looked like Lizzo shaking her bum onto a man. Louis raised an eyebrow at Harry in disdain. Harry cracked a smile. “Alright, so she’s an expert of some sort. Look at them.”

“I’ve seen dancing before, Harry. I just can’t do it.”

“That’s where I step in! Turn around.”

“Not a chance,” Louis said, crossing his arms. This didn’t perturb Harry. He untangled Louis’ arms and moved forward, pushing his groin toward Louis’ as he moved with the music. Louis laughed at Harry’s serious expression, looking away, but that proved to be fatal. Instantly, Harry gripped his hips and spun his body around in a flash. “Haz!”

“Just relax. Give it a shot. Promise it’s fun.”

Louis huffed. “Yeah. For you. You just want to feel me bum.”

“Obviously,” Harry said, stepped flush against Louis’ back. “Move your hips in a circle.”

Reluctantly, Louis did as directed. Harry hadn’t lied when he said he would help. His fingers dug into his skin, and part of Louis hoped there would be marks to marvel at later. As dainty as Harry acted most of the time, he forgot how strong he actually was. He moved Louis’ hips firmly, and his body followed.

With each pass over his body, Louis felt a wave of desire erupt inside him. It felt like a volcano building, and he just wanted more. Exhaling, Louis pushed out all his remaining hesitations and let his body follow Harry’s movements. His head fell back, landing against his chest.

“There you go,” Harry said, a dirty tone etching into his voice. Louis’ hips snapped back in response, and Harry tightened his grip, moving his hands forward to push Louis back against him harder. “Fuck. You’re good at this.”

Harry’s trousers were a tight jegging material that had immediately caught Louis’ eyes when they entered the club. Now, he wanted to drop to the floor and kiss them. They were thin enough that Louis could feel something hard forming in them, and he had a good guess to what it was.

“Alright, Lou. I, um – we should probably stop,” Harry said, panting against his ear. Louis tilted his head back to look at him in question. Maybe it was due to the liquid courage as compared to last night. Maybe Louis finally dared to do something about the feelings that just never went away.

“Why?”

Harry faltered, flushed cheeks and red lips glowing in the dark light. “A-are you okay with t-this?”

Harry’s hips shifted forward in emphasis, and Louis grinned. He rolled his bum back into him a little more, and Harry’s eyes darkened. Louis didn’t have to respond for Harry to get the message. It was a good thing the club was so dark because Harry’s hands quickly moved lower on Louis’ body, only centimeters away from finding his own boner in his trousers.

Louis could feel each breath on his neck until Harry gently, almost secretively pressed his lips to his skin. A whimper fell from Louis’ lips. The kiss last night had felt kind and intimate. This felt hot and lustful. “Can I touch you?” Harry’s voice was low and raspy. Louis had only heard it a few times; in the morning or when he walked in on Harry wanking a few times.

“You’re already touching me, love,” Louis said in a shaky breath. Harry bit his neck slightly, just enough to show he wasn’t amused. Louis let out a short laugh. “Yeah, Haz. You can.”

One of Harry’s hands slid up his stomach, a place they both knew he used to be self-conscious about, but the way he groped at his skin underneath his shirt made Louis feel like he was the only one around that could tempt Harry Styles. His other hand finally gripped Louis through his trousers. They both let out throat groans at the feeling. Louis rocked his bottom back against Harry faster. His body felt like it was lit on fire from the friction of Harry’s hand. The volcano of desire inside him was far too close to exploding.

“Haz,” Louis whined as Harry sucked a mark into his skin. The bastard smiled against his skin, though. He was smug. He was smug he could make Louis’ voice rise and his body harden in his hand.

Louis spun around, arms circling around his neck. Harry’s hands slid to grip his bum, grinding their bodies against each other. When Louis met his eyes, the green was piercing they moved from Louis’ lips to his eyes. Louis refused to look away, mentally pleading for Harry to do whatever he was thinking of.

“Come back with me.” Harry said, not asking exactly. Louis felt the air leave his lungs in a puff, eyes skimming down to the red lips that looked so soft.

“Okay.”

They didn’t move. Louis didn’t begin to know how. His brain could only focus on Harry’s lips and getting to feel them again. Harry seemed to be in the same situation. His eyes were challenging, telling Louis it was his move. And it was. He’d been hiding for so long. But he didn’t have to hide among the sea of hundreds of celebrities doing dirty things that would never be spoken of past tonight.

Louis twined his fingers into Harry’s curls, tugging once to get a rise out of Harry. He bit his bottom lip, and the action caused Louis to lick his own slowly. Harry’s hands tightened on his bum, lifting Louis slightly. Throwing caution to the wind, Louis continued moving forward and connected their lips together.

Though Louis initiated it, Harry’s lips moving over his so forcefully he must have been expecting it. He tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and it only intensified as Louis’ tongue met his. It was thrilling to feel his tongue brushing past his to get a taste of his lips, to explore his mouth with more interest than he’d seen from Harry in a while. Louis pulled on his hair again, and when Harry moaned into his mouth, Louis thought he’d combust. He rolled his hips into Harry’s, whimpering as he felt their hard cocks clash against each other’s through far too many layers of clothing.

A flash directly in their faces made them jump apart, only slightly. Harry kept her hold on Louis’ body, and he clung to his neck for balance as he faced none other than James Corden.

“Yes! I knew it! Fuck you, Harry Styles! I cannot believe you would lie to my face about dating Louis for years!” James spoke fluently, holding a polaroid in his hands. The square photograph printed into his grasp, and he tucked it against his stomach to hide it from any light.

“Uh, I wasn’t lying,” Harry said, glancing at Louis briefly. Even that quick of a look made his body feel feverish suddenly.

“Harold. I was not born yesterday.”

Louis snorted, burying his face into Harry’s chest. Harry huffed, dropping one hand to throw it up in the air. Louis turned to face James, finally realizing their compromising position was a little awkward for a third party. “That was literally our first kiss. Which you ruined, thank you.”

Louis hummed. “Well, not our first one.”

James’ eye widened. “Ahah! Always knew you to be honest, Tommo.”

Harry whined, “He’s literally lied to your face about his sexuality, but sure.” James and Louis both burst into laughter, and so did a hesitant Harry. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh at-,”

“It’s fine, babe,” Louis patted his chest, letting his other hand fall to Harry’s back. He bit his lip at the firm feeling of his muscles. “We kissed yesterday, but I am so glad you were part of the time I first snogged Harold. Happy to share that, really.”

James cackled with laughter. Harry looked a little bewildered as he ducked his head down to speak mainly to Louis. “We’ll have to get back to that sharing thing later.” James waved the picture in the air, checking it every two seconds. “I’m shocked to see you out here, James. You never let me drag you out here, and now that I’ve taken over your show for a week, you come out. That doesn’t make any sense.”

James grinned down at the picture before thrusting it over to Harry. “Zayn called. Said you two were happening within the next two days. I just wanted to witness my biggest ship finally getting together.”

The thing was, neither of them could protest the ship now. They used to laugh it off. Before they had their falling out, they even egged it on at times. They were just that happy. After their row, the topic became sensitive to Louis. It always reminded him of what could have happened if he hadn’t been such a coward.

“I dunno about the getting together thing. Harry snogs people all the time for the fun of it,” Louis said, offering James a wink. “Now lemme see that picture.”

Harry made a disgruntled sound, as if Louis had jabbed him in the gut. “You’re not just ‘people,’ Lou.” Louis didn’t know what to make of that. Luckily, Harry showed him the picture, and Louis’ heart stopped. It was one of the most sensual, hot photographs he’d ever seen. Louis was sure he could wank off to this picture alone.

It perfectly captured the desire radiated off both boys from the indentions in Louis’ bum due to Harry’s firm grip to the way Louis held tightly to Harry’s hair. Louis’ lashes fanned over his cheekbones, painting him out to be more beautiful than in real life. His lips were glued to Harry’s, hanging off his plump ones effortlessly. Just the hint of his tongue licked into Louis’ mouth could be seen.

“I’m keeping this.” Louis would give Harry just about anything, but he couldn’t bear parting from this. He tucked it into his wallet with a satisfied smirk.

“Heyyy. I want it,” Harry said, reaching for his pocket to fish out his wallet.

“Don’t try to cop a feel now! Handsy Harold!” Louis stepped back with a smirk, only enhancing the pout on Harry’s lips. He looked adorable all pouty. “I’m older, so I decide, and it goes to me.”

“That’s not fair.”

Louis shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to stick around to make another one sometime.”

Harry fought off a smile as James made a retching sound. “Disgusting, the both of you. I got my fair share, so I’ll be leaving now.”

“As will we,” Harry said, grasping Louis’s hand. This was pleasant news to Louis. He didn’t protest as Harry dragged him back over to the booth. They took the assault of dirty looks from everyone was they crowded near the table. “Louis is feeling ill, so we’ll be heading in now. I’ll leave the door unlocked-,”

A beer can flew at their heads, making them both duck. “Cut the crap, Harry. We both know you’re going back to fuck.”

The thing was they never addressed their plans. The idea was there based on the kiss, but they never discussed their intentions. Louis would give just about anything to have sex with Harry, especially with it being his first time, but that was exactly what he him hesitate. He’d give anything, including his entire heart. It was destined to get broken.

“Alright, alright. Bunch of judgmental bastards. Let’s get out of here, Haz. Can’t deal with a bunch of homophobes teasing us,” Louis said, grin growing on his face as he twined his fingers between Harry’s. More cans hit their backs along with some catcalls, but Louis blatantly ignored them. He flashed them his middle finger behind Harry’s back.

The car pulled around back. The bouncers were vast enough to block all the cameras flashing from the paps. The sight still sent a queasy feeling into his stomach. Harry, having nothing to hide, pressed a hand to Louis’ back. As understanding washed over Louis, he buried his in Harry’s chest and pulled his jacket up to shield his face. It was a quick sprint to the car, and nobody shouted out Louis’ name, so he felt relieved when they tumbled into the back.

“Home, please,” Harry said, leaning forward and smiling at his driver in an innocent manner. When the driver nodded, Harry leaned back and closed the divider. Louis had already sprawled out on the seats, enjoying watching Harry in all his kindly manners. “What are you looking at me like that for?”

Louis licked at his lips, eyes taking in the dark attire Harry had dressed in. “Just trying to process seeing you in a totally different light. That’s all.”

Harry eyes glinted as a smile grew on his lips. “Good or bad light?”

Louis shrugged. “Both.”

Harry leaned against the opposite door, which would have upset Louis, but his large hands grabbed Louis’ leg, pulling it to rest over his. Louis perked up at the feel of his hands sliding up his knee and toward his thigh. He hoped it never stopped. “The Harry I used to know was this adorable little kid who’d do whatever I said. That Harry? The one that takes control – that takes what he wants? That’s trouble.”

Harry’s hand paused, pressing heat just above his knee. “Can you handle a little trouble, baby?” His hand tightened on his grasp, and Louis struggled to keep his breathing under control as he smirked. “Then get over here.”

Louis straddled his lap as his heart raced off the planet. There was a far too satisfied grin on Harry’s red lips that Louis wanted to lick away. But when Harry’s hands landed on his bum, it reminded Louis of what they were about to do, and he sort of deflated.

Of course, Harry picked up on it instantly. His green eyes bounced over his face, finding the features that Louis never was able to hide from him. Even after years of not speaking, Harry would always be artfully in tune to Louis.

“Alright, Lou?”

He sighed, hands falling from Harry’s shoulders. “I can’t do this, Harry.” He began to get off, shame filling his body, but Harry kept a firm hold on him. “Haz, come on.”

“Tell me why.” Harry said, voice softer now, like he was the one feeling all the shame of inexperience. The irony made Louis want to laugh, but it only pushed him closer to a sob. “Please?”

Louis glared harshly at him before looking at his lap. Just seeing Harry’s body beneath his made his heart ache knowing this was a rare sight that he’d think about forever. He felt like a schoolgirl trying to get over her first unrequited crush.

“Well, first of all, I have no bloody clue of what to do,” he said, exaggerating what they both already knew. Harry opened his mouth with an amused expression, likely ready to offer a step-by-step instruction manual. “Harry, you weren’t just some sexual awakening for me, alright? I lo – I saw you as something more, and if we fucked around, I dunno if I could make that make sense in me head.” Harry frowned, and Louis felt like a proper idiot. He knew the paps were never correct, but Louis still suspected he was used to hook ups. He expected some bird or bloke to fawn over him and leave the next day thanking the ground he walked on just for one night with him. Louis wanted to be that for him, but he’d never recover. He had to recover. “’M sorry.”

Harry’s hands moved off his bum, and Louis prepared himself to crawl into the opposite corner of the car. They settled firmly on his back, though, and Harry gave a short laugh. It made Louis’ lungs squeeze in a sickening fear. It felt like he’d slid from a rapid river into a churning ocean.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m not laughing at you. It’s just-,”

“Mr. Styles, we’ve arrived.”

The panel slid down, and the driver politely kept his eyes trained forward. Harry gave Louis an apologetic look and darted forward, lips pressing to his for a sharp, electric instant. Then he patted the seat and said, “Thank you. Do you mind going back and collecting Liam and Niall when they’re ready?”

“Not at all, sir.”

Harry huffed, “I told you to call me Harry.” The driver just chuckled and unlocked the doors. With an exasperated sigh, Harry opened the door and looked at Louis. “Come on, Lou. We’ll talk inside.”

Louis hesitated. It wasn’t that he was opposed to talking to Harry about this. He’d take any chance to talk to him, honestly. It was just the topic that alarmed Louis. Every inch of his body still ached to touch Harry, to pull him closer and do things to him he’d only seen and imagined before.

Nevertheless, Louis tempted fate. He stumbled into the cold street just outside of Harry’s apartment building. Harry’s presence was impossible to ignore. He was this dark heat pressed to his side, pushing him closer to their inevitable, devastating conversation. The elevator ride was with three other people, as well, so they simply stood in silence. Thoughts ate away at Louis’ mind, trying to make his laugh make sense. In any scenario, it left his heart in pieces.

Then, they were in his kitchen. The silence felt colder than the day they’d decided to break up the band. It wrapped around Louis, making him shiver. He refused to touch anything, though, so he watched as Harry leaned against the island. Harry scanned over Louis, as if they were still about to fuck. It made Louis’ stomach sick to think about missing up on.

“It was funny to listen to you talk as if you had been the one more in love with the other between us back then.”

Louis’ head snapped upward, unsure if he’d heard the man correctly. He jumped straight in there with love. In all their years apart, he’d forgotten how mature Harry was, always surpassing Louis despite their age difference.

“That can’t be a shock to you, Louis. Everyone and their mums knew I was the kid who’d follow you off a bridge without one hesitation,” Harry said, arms crossing. Louis’ eyes caught on the muscles bulging from his biceps. He was a man now, not the infatuated kid he spoke of from years before.

“I suppose so. That was then. We are kids anymore, Harry. I can’t be as naive as I was then.” Louis admitted, gaze moving from the black cabinets to the pink marble to anything but the man in front of him.

Harry snorted. “You weren’t naïve, not after a year or two. You knew what would happen. The closeting, the fake relationships, the inconvenience it would be – loving me – so you ignored everything your heart told you to do.” There was venom in his voice, the anger he’d never admitted to feeling finally coming out. But god, he was so wrong. Louis glared at him, moving forward as Harry stood to his full height. “You didn’t care how good we could have been. You were a coward then, and I won’t let you be a coward now. I won’t let you stop yourself from falling in love with me this tim-,”

Louis’ hands fisted Harry’s silky shirt as he screamed, “I always loved you! You absolute idiot, that was the problem. That is the problem. I never moved on from loving you without ever knowing…knowing what it would be like to actually be together.” He took a moment to suck in more air, angry blue eyes never leaving the green ones that had grown wetter with his words. “If I got a taste of it, I couldn’t stop.”

A tear fell from Harry’s eyes, but he still wore a pissed expression as his hands latched onto Louis’ waist. “Then don’t stop.” Harry’s voice cracked as he begged, like Louis was the water in the desert. The desperation in his eyes tore at Louis’ heart. “Don’t stop loving me, Louis. Just. Just let me love you, too.”

Louis’ world tilted on its axis. He flattened his palms on Harry’s chest, grounding him to the only thing he wanted to focus on. “This isn’t something casual to you?”

Harry sighed dejectedly. His set lips and exhausted eyes told Louis that casual was something he’d tried to associate with Louis, and he’d failed. “You could never be casual to me, Louis. I – I want it all with you, all that you’re willing to give. Dating, marriage, children. The likes. I thought that was understood.”

Though he held a slightly teasing lint to his voice, there was a clear severity to all of what he said, and it felt like Louis had been the dam that Harry finally broke through after years of chipping away at his surface. He crashed against Harry, hands grabbing fistfuls of his sinful curls. “Don’t you know I’m fucking clueless to picking up cues? Even my own gay signals went over me head.”

Harry laughed so hard it shook Louis. His gaze softened when he looked into Louis’ eyes. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

Louis blushed, eyes skirting around the room. It was still trashed from New York’s finest take away dinner. Soon, they’d all come rushing into the kitchen, ruining the euphoria running through their veins. Louis leaned forward, pressing his lips against Harry’s shoulder as he mumbled, “Make it up to me.” Harry had selective super hearing. Within seconds, he dipped down and scooped Louis over his shoulder, making the older man shriek and clutch at his waist. “There are, like, three other more romantic ways than this to be carried, Harold.”

Harry laughed manically as one hand slammed down on his bum. Louis resented the rush of blood that went straight to his dick. “You’ve always been the romantic one between us, baby. I’m just here to make you smile.”

“And laugh. And come.”

Harry pinched his bum this time. “I like the way you think.”

The tall giant didn’t even get winded on his way up the stairs. He threw Louis on the bed and launched himself on top of him without a moment’s notice. It forced all the air out of Louis lungs, but this time, it felt dizzily amazing. Louis’ hands ran down Harry’s chest, slipping underneath his shirt to get a proper feel at his muscles.

“And if you keep moving your hands south, you’ll learn what an erect penis feels like.”

Louis kicked Harry off him in seconds, muttering under his breath, “You bloody child. I am not doing-,”

“Heyyy, I was only kidding.” Harry whined, pulling Louis back onto the bed with a pout. “Seriously, though. This is your first time. How do you want to go about it?”

Louis crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t patronize me.”

Harry wiggled into Louis’ field of view, eyes wide and innocent. “I swear I’m not. Just…answer me a few things.” Louis’ unentertained glare could cut through diamond. “Louis. It’s your first time.”

“And you’re making it way too big of a thing.”

Harry huffed like the diva he was. “Fine. It’s also our first time, and I get off on giving you as much pleasure as I can. Please?”

The hint of fear that had blossomed in Louis’ chest settled slightly. A part of him worried just at hearing Harry be so thorough about sex. He knew the images of him entering those sex clubs couldn’t be faked, and while Louis didn’t know what he did in there, he was starting to see that Harry didn’t just watch. But when he finally met his gaze, it was impossible to let his nerves sink his heart. Harry had this earnest, trustful look that relayed how eager he was to make this great. The rest fell on Louis.

With a sigh, Louis forced words out of his mouth. “Alright. ‘M nervous.”

“Nooooo,” Harry echoed in awe, making Louis smack at his chest as he fought off a smile. At least they had this, something he felt certain he never found in those sex clubs. Louis brought laughter everywhere, including sex.

“Shut up. It’s your fault.” Harry raised an eyebrow, and Louis groaned, head falling forward into his hands. “Okay. Maybe it’s both our faults.”

Harry’s gentle, low laugh filled the silence in the room. His hands gripped Louis’ wrists, and then he pulled until Louis fell into his lap. With a petulant glare, Louis situated himself until he got comfortable, knees pressing into the bed by Harry’s hips. At least this position felt good – it felt natural, like an extension from the dance floor.

“Better?” Harry asked, hand running down Louis’ cheek. “Okay. It is partially my fault for making you talk about it before, but I swear it’s worth it!”

“And for being some sex god.” Louis coughed. A shocked expression appeared on Harry’s face, so Louis decided to elaborate. “You’ve been to sex clubs.”

Harry let out that terrible cackle, slapping a hand over his mouth, but it made Louis grin. He laughed into his neck at just the sound of Harry in such a carefree state. “I mean, yeah. I have. Do we need to have the kink talk right now? Because it’s all gonna sound scary until you’ve dipped your toe into any hint of it.”

Louis tugged on one of his curls. “I’m a virgin to dicks, Harold, not porn. I’ve got a good idea of what I’m into, just don’t know how to do the fucking basic shit.”

Harry licked at his lips. His hands settled on the small of Louis’ back, pressing them together firmly. “Okay, then we definitely need to revisit the kink talk ASAP-,”

“Cannot believe I’m into someone who says the fucking acronym ASAP.”

“-but back to my original two questions, which would have taken a lot less time if you would have just let me ask them,” Harry said, teasing tone light enough to quell, Louis’ nerves. With a soft smile, Louis breathed out and twirled his fingers into his curls. “Top or bottom?”

Louis’ mouth opened. He knew the answer he wanted to say, but it wouldn’t come out. Instead, he just tried to comprehend how Harry asked that with such complexity.

“You know, I was much smoother back in the club. Shall we just go back there?” Harry gestured to the door, a sheepish expression on his face. Finally, it hit Louis.

“Oh my god. You’re nervous, too,” Louis said, tugging excitedly on his curls. He should have wanted to calm Harry, but he was too overjoyed at not being the only floundering nervous one between them. “This is nervous Harry Styles. I love it.”

“I hate it.” Harry hissed, eyes bouncing between Louis’. “I, uh, have thought about this a lot, you know? I really, really don’t want to screw it up.”

Louis pressed his lips to Harry’s, moving slowly to calm both of their racing hearts. It reminded him why they were here, why they were both nervous. Without pulling away, Louis spoke against Harry’s plush lips. “I’ve thought about you fucking me into this bed all night, Haz. You can’t screw that up.” He pulled back, smirking as Harry’s eyes lingered on his lips. “I’ve thought about dating you for years. Sex is just a small part of that, yeah? A great part, but something we’ll have years to practise and perfect. Alright?”

Harry grinned. “Years?”

Louis giggled, head falling to rest on Harry’s chest. “Shut up and tell me what to do.”

“Ooo! That was my next question! Good intuition, Lou!” Harry squealed, shaking Louis’ shoulders. He looked up at the curly lad in exasperation, making the excitement in those green eyes dim down to a redeemable level. “I just wanted to know if I could take the lead tonight without you thinking I was patronizing you.”

Louis raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Take the lead? Like dom me?”

Harry’s fingers dug into his waist as a dark look entered his eyes. The awe in his expression made desire pool in Louis’ stomach. Harry hadn’t expected him to know what that was, clearly. Impressing Harry felt better than winning a Grammy. “Just a little. Tonight.”

“Please.” Louis breathed, rolling his hips into Harry’s. Both of them groaned as their lips connected again. The kiss felt desperate, making up for all the awkwardness that accompanied the last ten minutes. In seconds, Louis found himself on his back with two forearms caging his head in. Lips brushed over his cheeks delicately. Harry moved with more care as he kissed his neck, body grinding down into Louis. It was a feeling that threatened to send Louis out of this world.

A high pitched whine escaped Louis’ lips as Harry sucked a mark into his skin. His teeth grazed Louis, too, making his head swim. His hands clutched at Harry’s back as he wrapped his legs around the man. When Harry pulled back with a dirty smirk, Louis exhaled shakily.

“Can’t believe this is happening,” Louis said, eyes meeting Harry’s as he moved down Louis’ body. There was a dark glint that egged Louis on. “Never thought I’d get this with you.”

Harry slid his shirt up and over his head, pressing a kiss against his beating heart. “Me too. God, you’re gorgeous. Pretty sure I’d wank to your tummy that you hated so much, baby.”

Louis laughed as he kissed said stomach. He still had a little pouch there. The only time he’d lost it was when he’d starved himself sick with worry over his sexuality crisis. At first, Louis swore Harry spoke just to reassure Harry, but his hands ran over his stomach lovingly, like he wanted to memorize the soft panes of his body. His lips pressed soft kisses into his skin, eyes flicking up to Louis’, as if challenging him to argue.

“Yeah, well, I know I’ve wanked over your fit body,” Louis said biting his lip as he ran his hands down Harry’s chest and hints of abs. It seemed to fuel his desire. The next thing he knew, Harry sucked a deep purple mark just above his hip as his hands yanked down Louis’ trousers and pants in one go.

“Fuck,” Harry said in an low rumble. His voice had dropped down to this raspy tone that made Louis’ dick jump. His green eyes raked over his body, but he didn’t move at all.

“Harry. Please. I need – I need something,” Louis said, hips moving upward. His dick pulsed with need. Just the sight of Harry between his legs made his body thrum with need.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Harry finally said. His fingers dug into his hips, holding them against the bed despite Louis involuntarily bucking them upward. “Be good for me.”

Louis’ mouth opened, ready to do exactly the opposite, but then Harry’s tongue licked up his shaft, and he felt like his world would explode. He’d had blowjobs before from women, but this was something else entirely. Harry’s mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, tongue lapping up the precum and playing with his foreskin in a way that caused Louis to scream. His hands latched into his hair, pulling as hard as he wanted to scream.

Harry’s eyes were wicked in the dark as he smirked up at Louis. “Let me hear you scream for me, Lou. Don’t hold back.”

Louis cursed as Harry took him all the way into his throat. His lips were tight around his shaft as he moved up and down in a tantalizingly slow pace. Louis yanked on his hair, wishing he’d stop teasing, but all the got was a moan from Harry that vibrated his cock in the best way.

“Harry,” Louis breathed, back arching as he met the back of his throat. “Harry. Harry. Fuck.”

Then, one hand over from his hip moved down to cup his bum, lifting him up slightly. Louis was about to protest because it slowed the slide of Harry’s talented mouth, but then he popped off his dick completely. Louis pulled harshly on his hair, but Harry only sent him a wink as he moved lower, mouth tongue sliding over his perineum and making his whole body flush with heat.

A moan fell from his lips, and he barely had time to prepare as Harry pulled his cheeks apart and licked at his hole. “Harry!” He had no control over the volume, and he suddenly didn’t care. He didn’t care if Niall and Liam had come back. He didn’t care who he disturbed. All he could focus on was the sinful way Harry licked at his rim, teasing and building up the anticipation. His hands fisted the sheets as he wrapped his legs around his curls. “Please. Please, Harry. Please.”

A sharp bite to his thigh pulled his attention back to the smirking man between his legs. “Please, what? Use your words, baby.”

Louis whimpered as he flattened his tongue against his hole. The coil in his stomach threatened to burst, and he forced it down. He would do anything to extend this. Panting, Louis hissed, “Fuck me.”

Harry hummed, the vibrations causing Louis to throw his head back. His bottom lifted further off the ground, and Harry took the opportunity to wrap his hands around his waist and flip Louis over to his stomach. His face buried into the bed, arms gripping the sheets like he would cling to a cliff. Harry’s tongue, the tongue that haunted his dreams, pressed firmly against his hole. Louis let out an embarrassing whimper, pushing his bum back towards Harry.

“Fuck you with my tongue, my fingers, my cock…so many options.” Harry mused idly, like he wasn’t itching to bury himself deep inside Louis like his life depended on it. The teasing tone forced a scream out of Louis, and he looked over his shoulder with a fiery, angry gaze.

“Get the fuck on with it.” Louis wished his voice had come out deeper, but there was a high pitched lint to it that refused to go away. He blamed it on the way Harry gave kitten licks to his rim.

“No thanks. I’ll take my time with you, baby. Feel too good not to.”

Louis groaned, biting harshly on his lip. Harry acted so unaffected by his ministrations while Louis tediously fought off an orgasm. It drove him mad, and he decided two could play at this game.

Louis rolled his hips back, using a similar motion to the one he learned on the dance floor. It brought brief friction to his leaking cock, and then it brought Harry’s tongue fully against his rim. A moan slipped from his lips while a low growl came from Harry. His hands tightened their grip on his bum, holding him so tightly there would be bruises. That thought sent a burst of precum from his dick. He repeated the motion, struggling against Harry’s grasp.

“Baby. I swear-,”

His voice was strained, like he struggled to hold back something. He just needed one more push, and he’d be puddy in Louis’ hands. His mind kept going back to the new, addicting pet name, and an idea popped into his mind.

“Fuck me, daddy. Please.” His voice came out breathy, and the words shifted something in Harry. A long moan came from Harry’s lips as he fucked his tongue into Louis’ hole. The movement focused at such a sensitive area took over his whole body. One hand wrapped around Louis’ cock, pumping him with a twisting wrist. It was so much so fast. Louis whimpered, not knowing where to focus as his body tensed.

Harry smacked a hand down onto his arse, the sound being lost in the scream that left Louis’ mouth as he came into Harry’s hand. His whole body tensed in the action, and Louis felt overwhelming euphoria.

It took Louis a full minute to gather himself into functioning again. In that time, Harry got off the bed, moving to the nightstand. Never one for being shy about his body, and rightfully so, Harry had undressed completely. His bare bum stared at Louis as Harry bent over. He released a pleased chuckle, eyes never leaving the peachy pale bottom that made desire course through him again.

“What are you laughing at?” Harry said, looking back at him with a smirk. One hand rummaged in the drawer, and he lifted the other to his mouth. Spots of opaque white cum coated his fingers, and Louis refused to look away as Harry brought them to his mouth. Keeping his eyes locked on Louis, he tasted his cum. The sight rejuvenated the lust he felt for Harry, only temporarily washed away after one orgasm.

“Your pale bum jiggles when you walk. It’s cute. I missed getting flashed by it every week.”

Harry blushed as he smiled into his chest. He stood holding a bottle of lube and a condom in one hand. Harry wiped the other carelessly on the bed as he stood at the foot of it.

“Think you can go another round for me?” Harry tossed the materials onto the bed beside him. Louis licked his lips as he took in his towering body. He recognized most of the tattoos, but not all. His pecs were more defined, just as were his biceps. He’d long ago lost his adorable love handles, though he enjoyed enough food to avoid abs. Good. Harry deserved every indulgence he desired.

“Can I suck you first?” Louis asked, scooting to the foot of the bed so he sat between Harry’s legs. His cock was a beautiful sight. It pressed firmly against his stomach, oozing precum over his tattoos. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue down his stomach, licking up the precum with his eyes trained above him.

“Fuck, you’ll kill me, Lou,” Harry said as his hands firmly groped over Louis’ cheek, moving his face against his stomach. Louis licked his lips and stared back at Harry. “So dirty, aren’t you? Just for me.”

Louis grinned, slowly biting at his stomach. “Just for you, daddy.”

Harry released a groan so loud it rang in the room. Louis took his moment of distraction to wrap his lips around the head of Harry’s cock. Somehow, his nerves had disappeared. He wanted to give the best he could to Harry, but at the same time, he just wanted his cock inside his mouth.

His eyes closed as he flicked his tongue over his slit. He was only a little disappointed to find that he could only taste a hint of saltiness. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. It was bigger than he’d been expecting. Harry was tall, filled out man, and he’d seen his soft dick during their earliest years as mates, but part of Louis always wondered if someone could be so perfect.

“Thought about your cock inside me for years,” Louis said, pulling Harry off with his hand as he caught his breath. Harry cupped his cheek, fingers firm against his skin. “In my mouth. In my arse. God, I love it.”

Harry looked like he wanted to say something, but Louis sucked his dick into his mouth and as far down his throat as he could manage. It was harder than it looked in porn. He struggled to breathe as he pulled back, but he was determined to pull more sounds out of Harry. As he twisted his wrist, Louis opened his throat up and took Harry in until he hit the back of his throat.

“Feels so good, baby,” Harry said, fingers twining into his hair. He gave a firm tug, directing his head further down briefly. Louis struggled, choking on his cock, but it was bearable. “Sorry.”

Louis let his tongue press into his slit as he pulled off. “Do it again.” Harry faltered, and Louis slid his hand down his cock to just barely cover the base of his dick. “Fuck me mouth.”

Harry groaned, and then he properly grasped Louis’ hair. Eyes closing, Louis felt Harry hold his head still as thrust his hips upward. After Louis hummed in delight, Harry repeated the action at a faster pace. He hit the back of Louis’ throat repeatedly, each time choking Louis slightly. Harry seemed to enjoy each time he gagged, though, so Louis didn’t care too much. His body thrummed with energy and pleasure knowing Harry was using him in the best way possible. Moans fell freely from Harry’s mouth, low and raspy, and Louis felt himself growing hard.

Suddenly, Harry pulled out, spit dripping down Louis’ chin. “Alright?” He asked as his hand pressed firmly against his cock.

“Wanna fuck you,” Harry said, hands pushed Louis back on the bed. He crawled over Louis, moving them up the bed. His lips pressed against Louis’, kissing him with a slow passion that heated his entire body. “Wanna get my fingers inside you. Open you up. Make you see what you’ve been missing all these years.”

Louis’ hands clawed into the firm muscles of his back. “Please.”

Harry smiled as he bit at his lip. The sound of a cap being removed stilled Louis’ heart slightly. He watched in awe as lube coated Harry’s fingers. “Ever done this before?”

Louis nodded slowly, too entranced by the way Harry’s free hand ran down his torso. He pushed Louis’ knees apart, climbing back over him with a smirk. “Just me own fingers.”

“Can I?”

Louis gave him a nod of confirmation with a soft smile. His finger pressed against his hole, making Louis’ eyes go wide. He sucked in a sharp breath of air at the pressure. “Relax, baby. It’s just me. Breathe.”

It was hard to relax with so much desire pooling in his gut. He wanted Harry so badly, but this was a necessary part of it. Louis kissed Harry’s neck, legs winding around his waist as Harry ran his fingers around his rim slowly. It soothed Louis, making him sigh into the kiss. Slowly, like walking on ice, Harry slid a finger inside him.

“Holy shit,” Harry breathed, curling his finger. It just barely brushed over his prostate, but it was enough to cause Louis to arch his back and let out a whine. “God, Lou. Your bum – feel so good.”

Louis bit down on his neck, rolling his hips into his finger. “Fuck. Your finger. It-it’s so long. More, Haz. Please.”

Harry pressed a second finger against his rim, sliding it slowly. The pressure was a lot to handle. Louis never went past two fingers himself, and the angle was always too awkward for it to feel amazing. But Harry slid two fingers out and back in at a perfect, pleasant angle that caused a subtle, shifting energy to thrum through his body. When he curled them against his prostate, Louis’ entire body jolted as a loud moan fell from his lips.

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck, Haz.”

Harry kissed him. They moved together eloquently. His tongue caught Louis’, shifting in tune with his fingers as they moved in and out of Louis. His body quickly grew used to the motion, becoming lither than before. When Harry pressed a third finger inside him, Louis whimpered into his mouth.

“Please, Harry. Fuck me.”

Harry smirked against his skin. “So desperate for me, baby.” The thing was, Louis had always known Harry had a narcissistic trait. He hid it well because he was too kind, but god, when somebody dared to stroke it, Harry basked for hours in the praise. Louis wanted nothing more than to give Harry all the attention he desired.

“Yes! I need your cock. Need you inside me, Harry.”

Harry released a growl as he pulled his fingers out of him. Louis whimpered, clinging to Harry’s shockingly large arms. The hand not holding him up grabbed his bum firmly, kneading it with an animalistic look in his eyes. It made Louis’ body fill with such intense heat he worried he’d pass out. He had no idea how Harry was in bed before this, but Louis knew he couldn’t live without getting to see this addicting look in his eyes every day.

Finally, Harry rolled a condom on and hovered over Louis, hands gripping his wrist and pressing them into the bed. They shared a look, serious and open. The green in his eyes offered Louis more comfort than he’d ever felt.

“Fuck, I love you.”

Harry’s words startled Louis, but before he had a second to show it, his dick pressed against his rim in the most tantalizing way. Instantly, Louis felt his body melt into the bed, and Harry followed him down. He pressed inside Louis slowly. The pressure was more painful than he’d thought, and for a moment, all he could do was take short, shallow breaths.

Harry stilled halfway inside, groaning into Louis’ shoulder. “Fuck. You’re tight. Do you need more prep, babe?”

Louis almost said yes. He almost told Harry to pull out and just jerk him off. He almost called it quits entirely, but he waited. He waited because Harry smelled so good, and one hand caressed his face, and his lips kissed him so, so softly.

“I’m okay.” Louis said, closing his eyes and focusing on his body. It took a minute, but finally the pressure began to subside. “Keep going.”

Harry gave a short nod. It seemed to take forever as he pushed inside millimeter by millimeter. Maybe having a big cock wasn’t as ideal as Louis assumed. When he finally bottomed out, Louis’ eyes fluttered open. He felt insanely full, and he wondered if he were anyone but Harry if he’d even like this feeling. But as Harry pressed himself up to stare down at Louis, he shifted just slightly. It sent a spark of pleasure through Louis, who whimpered at the feeling.

Louis opened his mouth, unsure what he wanted to ask for. Harry’s lips quirked upward, and he rubbed his nose against Louis’. “What is it?”

“Can you – can you do that again? It felt good.”

Harry seemed confused, but then something dawned on him. Subtly, he moved his hips upward, and a grin spread along Louis’ face. “What? This?” Louis nodded, biting his lips to keep from making a sound. “Feel good, baby? Do you like having my cock inside you?”

Louis moaned at his words, hands fighting against his hold. Then, Harry pulled back slightly, and Louis waited for the feeling of being fucked into. Instead, though, Harry simply stayed there, head just barely pressed inside him. Every miniscule movement sent desire coursing through Louis. His rim was more sensitive than when it had only been fingers inside him.

“Harry,” Louis whined, rolling his hips. They both groaned. His body felt like it was dangling off a ledge. All he wanted was to jump, but Harry held him painfully still. “Harry. Come on.”

“Do you really want it, though?” Harry mused, one hand leaving his wrists to draw a line down his chest. Louis arched his back, dying for more friction. “I don’t believe you.”

His fingers pinched his nipples, and Louis whimpered, helpless to Harry’s demands. “Fuck. Please, Harry. Please, just move.”

“Want me to fuck you, baby?”

Louis screamed, pressing up against his wrists and trying to flip them over. It was no use, though. Harry flicked his nipple and held him down, smirking so smugly it infuriated Louis. He rolling his hips and moaned, letting his face fall into something utterly obscene.

“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me until I can’t remember your name. Please.”

Harry’s eyes darkened. He slammed his hips into Louis in a quick motion. Another shrill, raspy scream left Louis’ throat so fiercely it burned, but he didn’t care. Harry pulled out slowly and thrust into him again at a different angle, brushing against his prostate in the process. Louis felt tears fall from his eyes, but he didn’t care.

“Yes, Harry. Right there. Please!”

Harry fell to his elbows, releasing his wrist, but he nipped Louis’ ear and spoke darkly into it. “Don’t move your hands.” Then, Harry grabbed his thighs and forced Louis’ legs over his shoulders. The stretch burned, both his legs and his hole. When Harry pulled out and moved back inside, his cock hit his prostate firmly, and Louis cried out again. “That’s it, baby. You feel so good. Doing so good for daddy.”

Louis moaned as Harry began fucking him at a faster pace. His cock reached so far into Louis. Normally, Louis had a sense of control during sex, but this was entirely different. He had no way to keep the coil from tightening, and he was helpless to the way Harry pounded into him relentlessly.

“Wanna come,” Louis whimpered as Harry sucked a furious mark into his neck. “Can I come? Please. Please, I – need to come.”

Harry’s pace picked up. Louis didn’t think it was possible to go so deep so fast, and he felt his world slipping from his mind. All he could see was Harry’s beautiful face as he moaned. He heard the small little sounds he made every time Harry’s cock fucked into his body. He could hear the grunts and muttered words of pleasure falling from Harry’s red-bitten lips.

“Yes, baby. Come for daddy. Come all over yourself.”

Louis felt his body tense, arching up into Harry’s firm grasp as he came so intensely he could barely hear himself. Muttered words left his mouth as the energy coursing through his veins remained in low tingles. “Love you, fuck, love you, Haz, feels so good, fuck, you’re perfect.” There was a strangled cry from above him, and Harry bit his neck as he came with a firm thrust inside his sensitive body.

Harry collapsed against Louis, squishing both of them in exhaustion. In a jumbled state, one of them, though Louis honestly couldn’t tell who, wiped the cum from between them. His eyes shut before he could recall Harry even pulling out.

. . .

Louis needed tea. And greasy food. He needed something to clear his mind. He needed something to remind him he hadn’t simply dreamt last night.

Then again, he only needed to look around for that proof. Harry lied naked, star-fished out on top of Louis. Always the restless sleeper, Harry had kicked off the blankets. His body was hot enough that Louis hadn’t noticed it. When he tiredly pushed Harry off, the man rolled onto his side with a muffled groan. He curled himself around Louis, which was marginally better. He could at least breathe. A loud laugh escaped his lips when he looked down.

“Whatsofunny?”

Harry rubbed his face against Louis’ chest. He looked like a cute, wide-eyed bunny. Louis ran a hand through his hair as he giggled. “You left the bloody condom on your dick.”

Harry stiffened, looking down with a snort. “I did, didn’t I?” Rolling to his back, Harry’s fingers slowly pulled off the condom and tossed it to the floor. Louis made a face. “Wha?’”

“That was up me arse. Now it’s dirtying your floor.”

Harry shrugged, like he’s just declined a glass of water. “I really don’t care.” Louis scoffed in disbelief, so Harry sat up. He’d never been a morning person. Louis had missed seeing him blearily rub sleep from his eyes with large fists. “You do remember I ate you out, right?”

A smirk twisted at his lips. “Yeah. You really don’t care, do you?”

A soft smile pulled its way onto Harry’s face. Finally, he opened his eyes fully and looked at Louis. It made something in his stomach churn. “I really don’t.”

A thought crossed his mind, and he frowned. “I, uh, guess I’ll have to not care, either.”

Instead of looking offended, Harry’s smile only grew. He grabbed at Louis’ wrist, pulling him closer. Falling against his firm chest pushed air out of his lungs. “Up to you, Lou. I won’t be into something if you’re grossed out the whole time.”

“But you are versatile, aren’t you?” Harry nodded, eyes squinting curiously down at him. “I’m pretty sure I am, too.” He kept looking at him, one hand lazily drawing a shape on his waist. It made Louis blush. He felt the need to explain, though he knew Harry wouldn’t press him too far. He always had been happy with whatever he’d been given. “Just cause, I dunno, I, er, think about fucking you sometimes. Not as much as you fucking me, but I – yeah, I think we should do that next.”

Harry licked his lips, eyes darting over Louis’ body. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“And I want to make it as good as you did for me, so I’m gonna try all the shit, at least once.”

Harry nodded, a serious pout making its way onto his face. “I like it, Lou. I really do. I just want to caution you against using the phrase ‘try all the shit’ when we’re talking about sex. Unless you’re into scat, but I, unfortunately, am not.”

Louis’ eyes widened as he realized just what Harry was pointed at. He forgot how serious he looked when teasing someone. Louis sputtered in a haste. “NO! I’m – I’m not into literal shit! Fuck. Dammit, Haz.”

Harry tackled Louis back into the bed, wrapping Louis into his arms as they both dissolved into a flustered fit of laughter. Louis closed his eyes and inhaled the woodsy scent that always accompanied Harry, even years later. He opened his mouth, and the words fell out.

“I loved you.”

Harry pressed a wet kiss to his neck. “We use present tense here, sweetheart.”

Louis rolled his eyes. “No. I mean, yes, but I meant back then. We told each other it as mates, but I was too stubborn to realize I’d always meant it as more. Just so you, like, don’t think you weren’t enough for me back then. It was all me.”

Harry processed the words slowly, lips resting against his neck. Their breathing synced up, and Louis hoped this would become a common thing between them. Naked and open, skin warm in the sunlight. Heart beating beside each other, for each other. “Thank you, Louis.”

“I’m only saying it to make you feel better over the fact that you told me you loved me as you bloody came.” Louis teased, mirth falling into his eyes as he looked back at Harry. An embarrassed, blushing smile made his face twitch.

“Shuddup or I won’t make your favorite pancakes.”

Louis made the motion of zipping his lips with an eager smile. He jumped out of bed, tugging on Harry until he followed. Clothes flew as Louis rummaged through the drawers in search of some joggers that would fit him. Harry sat back with a sickeningly sweet smirk as he watched. Eventually, Louis settled on swimming in his clothes. He threw on some joggers and a giant sweater, tossing Harry something similar. His stomach rumbled painfully, so he pulled Harry down the stairs with a whine.

“Louuu,” Harry hissed, pulling him back before they reached the last landing.

“Wot? I’m starving.”

Harry shifted on his feet, eyes flickering towards the sound of chattering voices from the kitchen. “We were really loud last night. Do you think they heard us?”

Louis waved a hand flippantly. “Please. Even if they were home, we weren’t that loud.”

“But-,”

“Come on!”

The room quieted as Harry entered. Niall and Liam were hunched over steaming cups of tea, and their heads turned towards each other conspiratorially. Louis slid onto the stool beside them. “Lads,” Louis said, gauging the way rouge kissed their cheeks as he looked at them.

“Louis.”

“Morning, boys,” Harry said as he poured himself a cup of juice. Louis made a face at choosing that over tea.

Niall’s eyes crinkled as he smirked at Harry. “Morning, daddy.”

Louis jumped so hard he fell off the stool. Niall’ smug expression fueled an anger inside his heart, and he lunged for Niall. “Shut your mouth you smug little leprechaun!” Louis slammed a fist into his arm, but Niall took it with a round of heavy laughter. Liam joined in, as well. “Payno! You traitor!” He expected Harry to have the same reaction, but a small, poorly disguised noise alerted Louis to Harry’s amused expression. “Not you, too! Make them shut up!”

Liam cackled. “Oh? Like the same way he made you shut up last night?”

Louis lunged for the giant man, but two arms captured his waist. “Let me go, Haz. I’m gonna sock him!” Harry’s hold only tightened, pressing him back into his chest with more authority than he appreciated. “Now I’m gonna sock you, too!”

“They’re just riling you up, baby.”

Niall wiggled his eyebrows. “Ooo. Baby. Can I call you that, too? Has a nice ring to it.”

Louis growled, grabbing Liam’s tea and throwing the liquid on Niall. The blonde man continued grinning as he said, “Yeah. I deserved that one.”

“Come on, Lou. We deserve a little leeway. We did have to listen to you two go at it for at least a solid hour.”

Louis faltered, peering up at Harry dubiously. He couldn’t stop the twitch of a smile. “Over an hour? Really?”

Harry sipped at his juice. “Could have gone longer. I skipped over your nipples way too quickly. Got excited.”

Louis’ cheeks heated furiously, and Liam elbowed Niall to keep his mouth shut. It was an appreciated gesture. “Sorry, I guess. It is Harry’s place, though.”

Niall cackled. “It’s fine. I’ll just wash the memories away with more alcohol!”

Liam seemed to grimace at that, but he nodded regardless. “Or just forgive you if you make us some breakfast?”

“I like that idea!” Louis cheered, poking Harry’s side until he released him from his grip. With a soft smile, Harry pressed a kiss to his forehead and moved further into the kitchen. Louis ducked his head and tried to force down the heat that flooded through him. “Can-?”

His phone rang. He must have left it on the counter last night. With one glance at it, his euphoria slid away. The call ended, and he got a glimpse of all of his notifications. His manager had texted and called five times. His PR team called double that. This last call was from Eleanor, and as soon as he read it, another one popped up.

“Fuck me.” He mumbled as he gripped the phone. It felt like a bomb in his hands, and he was about to set it off. Then again, it would go off regardless of his intervention. That was the way of celebrities. Harry gave him a concerned look, and Louis couldn’t stand the thought that it may quickly turn to pity. “Gotta take this. I’ll, uh, be back.”

Without looking at any of them, he dashed to the balcony. The wind was frigid, and the sight of the city so far below was intimidating. It amazed him that it could be so small. He knew it to be too vast to look like Lego pieces.

“’Lo?”

“Where the hell have you been?” The shrill voice made him flinch away from the phone. “What were you thinking?”

Louis leaned against the railing. The idea of dropping the phone over from his hand crossed his mind. He could see it falling until it became a speck. It would buy him a day of peace. The only reason he didn’t do this was out of fear of hitting someone walking on the street.

“Well, currently, I’m thinking about the food I’m missing due to this call.”

Eleanor let out a squeal, sounding distinctly like the pigs that graced her story a week ago. “Last night, you twat! You deliberately did the exact thing I told you not to do! Now look where it’s gotten you?”

Louis didn’t know what she was talking about, but Eleanor didn’t demand many things of him. She talked like she did, playing the controlling girlfriend quite well. In all actuality, they hardly spent time together, and she only spoke of clothes and fashion to quell the silence. He knew what she referred to, but he just didn’t know how she knew.

“Laid? Yeah, it’s pretty great. Thanks for the congratulations, but I’ll be going now.”

“Lewis!” Eleanor sounded on the verge of breaking. Guilt tugged at his stomach. He disliked her, but she was also trying to do their job without his help whatsoever. “Look at E!News, call your manager, get on the first flight back to London, and prepare to get very comfortable with me. You have really fucked it up this time. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The call ended. Louis’ stomach felt like it took a plunge over the railing. His trembling fingers moved to the texts from his PR team. They always made him review his mistakes. E! News published a gossip article, and the title alone made Louis nearly drop his phone.

Harry Styles Seen Kissing and Leaving Club Ozone with Former Band Member Louis Tomlinson!

The last thing he wanted was to click on the link. He glanced through the glass window into the kitchen. Harry had this pure, happy grin on his face as he boxed Niall out as his grubby hands tried to steal the blueberries intended for pancakes. Morning light lit up the electric green in his eyes. Louis had been so used to seeing Harry’s downcast face as he smothered his feelings down during the remaining days of the band. This was everything Louis ever wanted for Harry, but it was also everything he had to protect. Opening this article, he worried he’d never be able to.

Harry Styles, a frequent visitor of the popular club, was seen leaving Ozone with a man slightly shorter in height than him. The pair were captured snuggled up close, with his face pressed into Harry’s chest. Are we all jealous of mystery man?

Though, many fans believe this man to not be so mysterious. His brown shaggy hair and stature resembled someone we are all familiar with – Louis Tomlinson, former co-member of One Direction, where Harry Styles also got his start in. Rumors of a secret relationship between Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson began during their very first days of One Direction and persisted throughout despite Louis’ long-term relationship with fashion-designer Eleanor Calder. Additionally, Harry Styles has been seen with many women throughout his career from Kendell Jenner to Taylor Swift.

Fans who believe in this relationship, called Larries, dug deep with the first potential proof of Louis and Harry being seen together in years. In the picture below, a triangle tattoo can be seen from the mystery man on his angle. This does match the infamous tattoo of Louis Tomlinson.

The mystery does not end here, folks. After the club closed, a photograph was obtained. In it, two men are seen in a passionate kiss on the dance floor. While the polaroid picture has a grainy, poor quality to it, I think we can all recognize the famous Tomlinson bum and Styles curls. The photograph was clearly stepped on with watermarks hiding the exact profile of the men, but it has my insides twisting.

Is it about time we all become a Larrie?

If that’s the case, what do we make of girlfriend Eleanor Calder and all the times Tomlinson swore he was straight? Has these two been together this whole time? Why would they lie to their fanbase?

Fingers crossed for some answers. I, for one, ship the hot ex-boyband couple!

Louis felt sick to his stomach. He bent over, clutching his torso, and ran for a bush. Falling to his knees, he relieved the contents of his stomach with horrible retching. Still, the pain didn’t begin to compare to the pain he felt in his heart. He knew what had to be done. He knew there was no avoiding breaking Harry’s heart again. He’d be forced so far into the closet it would be years before he could come out without feeling like a heartless liar. A terrible part of him wanted to say screw what everyone thought, as long as he didn’t have to be heartless towards Harry, he’d do it anyways, but he couldn’t risk tormenting so many young children.

Oh god. He may be forced to send out another tweet similar to the ‘I am in fact straight’ tweet. His management would rather him be seen as homophobic before gay. Louis sucked in fast breaths of air, unable to feel it enter his lungs. He would have to shame thousands of his innocent, vulnerable fans. He would embrace thousands of bigoted bullies.

“Louis. Lou, slow down. Breathe with me.”

Louis hadn’t realized his eyes had closed. He hadn’t realized he’d curled into a ball, knees pressed against his chest.

“Fuck. I think I know what this is about.”

“Not now, Liam.” Harry’s voice turned soft and low, lips speaking against his ear. “You’re okay, baby. Come on. Feel my chest go up and down? Do it with me.” Harry pressed Louis’ hand against his chest, taking slow breaths. Louis opened his eyes and watched his hand go up and down. He tried to do the same, but his body didn’t want to listen. His eyes squeezed shut, and his breaths grew rapider. “No, no, babe. You had it. Deep breaths. I’m right here. Focus on us. What do you hear? What do you feel or see?”

Louis shuddered and looked around, a frantic fear that he’d never gain back any control taking over him. He looked around, desperate to grasp onto anything. “I s-see your g-goddy rings. Um, I, uh, I feel cold. The wind.” Louis sucked in a slow breath of air, holding it in for a count of three. His body protested, but finally he could feel air enter his lungs. His eyes focused a little better. “I hear crying. Uh, Niall? Is he – okay?”

Harry snorted, like he was letting go of the weight of the sky. Louis’ lungs tried to speed up, but he latched on to the semblance of control he finally gained. His thoughts tried to jump back to the article, and management, and the fear, but Harry kept speaking. He asked Louis to describe what else he could see and hear. He had no time for the thoughts to plague him.

Finally, he leveled out his breathing. Liam handed him some water, and he sipped at it slowly. Exhaustion hit his limbs, and he fell to the side. Harry lifted him onto his lap, cradling his head like a baby. Louis tried to ignore the embarrassment flooding through him.

“You okay, love?” Harry whispered, and he nodded, mumbling some sort of response. “Want to talk about it?” Louis shook his head. If he had to verbalize his thoughts, he felt like he’d slip right back into that state of panic. “Mind if we read the article?”

Louis snorted. Even if he did care, he couldn’t stop anyone from reading it. That was the whole damn problem. He waved them on, closing his eyes and listening to the steady, fast rhythm of Harry’s heart. It should have been slower. Then again, so should his. It still raced like a horse on a track.

“I lost our picture.”

Harry’s hands rubbed up and down his back, lips pressing firmly against his skin. “It’s okay, love. We’ll make so many more.”

“H-how’d you know what – what would help? The breathing shit, I mean.” Louis kept a hand pressed to his chest to watch his rhythm. It reminded him of watching his breath while singing. He tried to pull from his stomach here, too.

“I had a few panic attacks towards the end of the band,” Harry said, thumbs rubbing a circle into his arm. It felt nice. “Liam helped me.”

Louis winced, feeling a tear fall from his eye. He should have helped him, but he’d probably been the cause. He didn’t want to be the cause again. He refused.

“I had them a lot growing up,” Liam said distractedly. “Pro tip – don’t try to prevent them with alcohol.”

He shouldn’t have laughed, but Louis couldn’t help it. Wheezing as he did, Louis started coughing. Harry and Niall nervously laughed along with him. “Dark joke, Lima. I’m proud.” Liam smiled crookedly, as if he wanted to but also didn’t. Clearly, he was still reading the article.

Niall sat beside Harry and forced Louis’ legs into his lap. “We have matching tear tracks, Lou.” Niall tried for a joke, but his voice wobbled along with his eyes as he spoke. One side of his mouth quirked as he nuzzled into the warmth of Harry’s chest. “Sorry. You really fucking scared me.”

“If you couldn’t tell, Niall also wasn’t aware of either of our anxiety attacks.” Liam tried for another joke. Louis normally appreciated jokes to cope with any situation, but right now, trying to laugh hurt his lungs. He inhaled the woodsy, faintly lavender scent of Harry’s shirt. The heat offered a layer of protection from the wind.

“Have you talked to your manager yet, Lou?” Harry murmured, deep voice calming him. Louis would love to hear him ramble slowly right now if it wasn’t related to this. Louis shook his head. “Okay. You have what? Under two months left with them?”

Louis sighed. He couldn’t explain why it was so terrifying. Technically, he didn’t know what they would do, but he knew. He’d sat through years of their closeting techniques, watching them get worse and worse. He knew they had no limits.

“They’re going to make me do something terrible, Harry. The effects will last past my time with them. I’ll never get to come out.” Harry looked ready to protest, but Louis closed his eyes. “Please don’t try to be positive about this. You’ve forgotten what working with them is like.”

Harry pinched his thigh lightly. “I believe you, Lou.” He wanted to say thanks, but his throat began tightening. He turned his head and pressed a kiss against his chest. “Why don’t we go inside and eat? Then you can see what exactly they want, and I’ll call the lawyer I told you about. We’ll take it step by step, okay?”

Louis frowned up at him. “We?”

Niall shook his legs, and Liam grunted in approval. “Duh. Once a team, always a team.”

“T-this doesn’t even affect you two.”

Niall huffed. “So? It’s upsetting you. We’re gonna do whatever we can to help. You said you’d been looking at a few new managers, yeah? Liam and I will research them while you chill out.”

Liam spoke firmly. “Absolutely. Niall works with management, even if it is for sports. He can spot bullshit. And I’m very thorough about these things.”

Louis blinked tears out of his eyes. A tight smile broke across his face as he looked at them. “I dunno what to say, lads. Just…thank you.”

They moved inside. The pancakes had gotten cold, and Harry never got to put blueberries in them, but Louis nibbled on one anyways. His tea was the perfect temperature, so he focused on that. Niall and Liam discarded food, which was a very big deal for Niall, in favor of hunching over a computer.

Harry came back from the hallway and settled beside Louis. “He’s on his way over here now.”

Louis’ eyes widened. “Seriously? What did you do, buy him a new car?” Harry shoved at his shoulder. “I, uh, guess I should call my team then.”

Harry settled behind Louis, arms wrapping around his chest. Louis trembled, spinning on the stool to face his body. His green eyes were calculating and calm. “What do you actually think the worst-case scenario is?”

Venom filled his mouth as he spat out a response. “That I’ll shame half my fandom by being made to be homophobic. That they’ll make me do so much shit that I’ll never get to respectfully come out…that it’ll drive you away. I don’t want to pull you back into the-,”

“Stop,” Harry said, voice dropping dangerously low. He bent down, eyes leveled with Louis. “I let you go once, and it was the worst mistake of my life. I’d live my entire life in the closet with you as long as we’re together when we’re home.”

Louis’ gaze hardened. “That’s nice, Haz, but I would never let you do that.”

Harry quirked an eyebrow upward curiously, like they were arguing over who ride shotgun. “I guess we’ll just have to get you out of the closet then, hmm?”

Louis mentally imagined strangling the man. With a glare, he exhaled slowly. “I hate you.” Keeping his eyes locked on Harry’s, Louis dialed his manager. The smile etching its way onto Harry’s face made it somewhat worth it.

“Lewis. You have really fucked it up now!”

Louis sighed, leaning back in his seat to get comfortable. “Richard. Lovely to hear from you, too.”

“What the fuck happened to a lads’ weekend with Niall and Liam? What the fuck, Louis? Tell me this is made up! Tell me – you know what, I don’t even want to know. I know it’s fucking true. This will cost us millions.”

A smirk found his lips somehow. For whatever reason, the shrill urgency in Richard’s voice amused Louis. He kicked his feet up on the expensive marble, right beside where Harry plopped his bum on. Liam and Niall made hushed sounds, heatedly discussing pros and cons of a new, better Richard. Not all managers were attached to the record label they were signed with, but Richard was. This meant his contract was up along with the label in seven weeks.

“It could cost me millions.” Louis reiterated. Richard always talked like he was his banker. While he knew his shit, he always was a little shit, and definitely not a lawyer. “Alright. Lay it on me. What does PR want?”

Richard snorted. “To avoid getting sued for breaching your contract? A lot. They’re putting it in writing now, which is why I’ll be booking you the next plane back when we end this call, but I’ll give you the gist.”

Louis moved his feet to either side of Harry’s thighs. He enjoyed the sight of his milky smooth skin with only flowy boxers to cover himself. He didn’t know what happened to the joggers he’d worn earlier, but the distraction grounded Louis, so he didn’t question it.

“They want you to marry Eleanor.” Louis laughed if only out of familiarity. “I’m serious, Louis. They were nearly there last time, but I haven’t heard word of any other option.”

“Then suggestion one.” Louis shocked himself with the baritone in his voice. Richard was eerily silent on the other end. “A rushed marriage will look like we’re covering our arses.”

Richard hummed. “Yes. That’s why the contract will extend past the remainder of your label contract. You’ll have to renew that one, of course.”

Heat flushed over his skin. It felt too hot to breathe, let alone think. Harry kicked his feet, startling Louis as he began to shut down. Harry mouthed the words, ‘say no.’ It didn’t feel that simple. The PR crap never was. Harry scowled, motioning towards the phone.

It was worth a shot.

“No.” Richard didn’t catch on immediately. Crickets could be heard forty flights up. When he began to sputter out in confusion, Louis decided not to give him the chance. “I’ve put off the renewal meeting because I didn’t want to alarm you all, but I’ve hinted at this. I’m not renewing my contract.”

“I’m a combination deal!”

“I know.” Louis bit his lip as he surveyed Harry’s beaming smile. He looked like a proud father. It warmed Louis’ heart. “I have someone else in mind. That’s a discussion for another day, though. You can tell them I’ll bring a lawyer to discuss the contract. I suspect we can work out a cheating scandal on my behalf that can benefit the label’s image when we split. If it were up to me, I’d tell the PR team not to comment on it for the remainder of my time here. No more promo or any of that shit. But you should be aware. I will be coming out after we cut ties.”

He hung up before Richard could say more. Looking up, he expected that proud smile to be on Harry’s face. Instead, he was met with two lips crushing into his and arms wrapping around his waist. Lifted into the air, Louis struggled to kiss back, pulling away with smirk at Harry.

“That was one of the hottest things you’ve ever done, and I’ve seen you twerk before.”

Louis laughed, the air escaping his lungs in a light flurry. He surged upward and kissing Harry with more vigor than before. Tugging on his curls, he decided this would be what he got to do for the rest of his life, even if he had to give up millions. He’d do it.

A knock on the door pulled them apart. It reminded Louis of just how much his old band mates did for him. “Love you, Haz,” he chirped before bounding out of his arms and to the door. Harry followed closely behind him, greeting the large man at the door with a grin.

“Howard! Thanks for coming.” Harry shook his hand. “This is Louis Tomlinson. Lou, this is my lawyer, Howard.”

Louis shook his hand with a tight smile. “It’s great to meet you, Louis. I work with a lot of celebrities as an individual client outside of their labels. Normally for things like this.”

“This?” Louis squeaked, feeling heat flood his cheeks.

“Labels taking advantage of their clients and depriving them of their personal freedoms,” Howard said, unbuttoning his suit. “We can talk about the details here considering the circumstances. It will take a few days for an official contract to be worked out, but it’s my understanding you’re under a time restraint?”

“Er, basically.” Louis brushed a hand through his hair as his hopes began to fizzle.

“Right, well, as long as you’re willing to take Harry’s word that I will only work in your best interest, I don’t mind to get started now. Easier than trying to get you out of a second contract.”

Louis blinked. He wasn’t sure if he was even breathing. “Wait. Really?”

“Well, Harry is your unofficial collateral, of course. I’d expect you to agree to sign a contract as good as or better than his, which lasts a minimum of two years, but nothing is technically binding. I’m taking his word, as are you.”

Louis glared at Harry, twining their fingers a little more tightly than necessary. “You shouldn’t involve yourself in my mess, Harold. Even if it’s appreciated.”

Harry lightly smacked Louis on the back of his head and shoved him toward the living room. “Don’t be difficult.”

“It appears like he is already involved, actually,” Howard said, following them to the couch. Liam and Niall sat at the kitchen table, watching them with interest. It seemed they had finished. Louis focused on Howard, though. His brown pinstripe suit looked like it came from the 80’s, but he had modern gold embellishments. Gel held his brown hair back, and business-like glasses narrowed in on his brown eyes. He moved with intent, a sureness about him that only badass lawyers had. Louis liked him. “I’ll need a copy of your contract to look over tonight, but let’s start with what you want to accomplish that you don’t have right now.”

Louis sat on the couch and cleared his throat. He ran his sweaty palms along his trousers. He supposed this was the first time freely stating his sexuality to a person he’d just met. “Uh, well, years ago I signed a shit contract that pretty much gave them the right to closet me. I’m, like, gay.”

Howard smiled softly, amused. “Like gay?”

“Don’t tease him, Howard! He’s been closeted for too long to be used to throwing it out there like us.” Harry threw a pillow at him and wrapped an arm protectively around Louis’ shoulders. The joking manner between them comforted Louis. It felt like a casual lunch between friends. It also was nice to know Howard wasn’t secretly homophobic but in it for the money like his manager had been.

“Sorry. You’re gay. So what all have they done to keep that from the public? Details and dates are helpful. When I look through the contract, if anything is out of line, I can use that.”

Louis read his contract when he signed it. They modified it after the band split, too. He didn’t know the fine print, but once he figured out he was helplessly into men, he read it in as much detail as he could comprehend.

“I’ve been doing a long term PR stunt with Eleanor Calder. I know the contract allows dates, social media control, and other minor interactions. Not sure if they ever crossed a line, honestly.”

Howard waved a hand. “They almost all have. If they don’t specify the details of what defines a date, then it goes to a default definition. You must not be kept on their behalf for longer than five hours. Travel included.”

Louis blinked. He hadn’t know that. At his side, Harry chuckled. “Exactly. Told you he’s good.”

For the first time since it started, Louis felt hope rising from dark depths.

They spent hours going over the details of Louis’ case. His manager sent him a flight itinerary, but Louis disregarded it. Instead, he bought an extra one for his original flight that left just before midnight tonight. Liam and Niall gave them their detailed list of managers before taking it upon themselves to be on food duty. Though Harry originally had a writing meeting for the final night of SNL, he canceled. Louis swore he didn’t have to, but Harry claimed he wanted to before all the publicity mess.

By the time they had to leave, they had a plan set in place.

. . .

Good luck, Louis. Call me as soon as you finish. Good or bad. I’m sticking on you like glue either way.

Louis rolled his eyes fondly as the message. A shrill, haughty snort pulled his attention away from the text from Harry. Eleanor stood in front of him dressed in a hot pink leather outfit. It was likely one they saw at the fashion show last month. That felt like years away.

“I thought you’d have Harry as your emotional support.” Eleanor said, black shiny bag hanging off her arm. “Who’s he?”

Louis stood alongside Howard, who had his briefcase in hand. “My lawyer. Howard, meet Eleanor the Beard.”

Eleanor’s eyes flamed. Her fist clenched around her bag. “You know I hate being called that!”

Howard cleared his throat and rested a hand on Louis’ shoulder. “Be civil, Louis. She’s not the enemy here, either.” Eleanor tilted her head upward, eyes basking in the hint of a praise. Louis shrugged. He didn’t have to hate her to make a snide remark. Louis stared at his phone, wishing he could tell Harry he wasn’t scared anymore. He wished he could say he waited here confidently for his distasteful team to join them. He couldn’t though, so he left the message without a response.

Richard followed on the butts of his PR team and Simon Cowell. The label’s head lawyer was an older man in his sixties that looked like he spent his life tanning and smoking too much. Simon wore his usual cocky sneer.

“Mr. Tomlinson. I thought I stopped having to have these meetings with you years ago,” Simon said he took his seat, waving away an assistant’s offer for water.

Louis gave him a terse smile. “Here’s to the last one.”

Simon’s eyes turned to the familiar cold, expressionless look. It was one Louis would never forget for the rest of his life. “Yes. Let’s discuss that.”

Louis placed his hands on the table and took in the group. “Sure thing. Let me cut down the time for us all. I won’t be marrying Eleanor, or any woman for that matter. You can propose another option, if you’d like. I’m quite open minded.”

Richard rolled his eyes, clearly catching onto his irony. Simon raised an eyebrow. “You have blatantly broken contract. Being affectionate in public with another man, or anyone aside from Eleanor, is a clear breach. Are you proposing to pay for the consequences? It will take our legal team a few weeks to total up the sum of expected lost sales.”

Louis huffed. The figures they would produce would be based on algorithms created in the 50’s. It was predictive and inaccurate measures of his fan base. He hated the blatant homophobic laced within their team, but he had to go with it.

“You don’t know that was me.” Louis blurted, but he flushed immediately. Howard had advised him this would be a futile point, but he couldn’t help the temptation of just dying it all.

“We can pull cameras and witnesses, if you’d like.”

Howard cleared his throat. “Hello everyone. I am Howard Hills, Louis’ new personal lawyer.” Louis pondered who his last lawyer had been. He never paid too much attention to them because they tended to be part of Modest management. He’d talked to a few local lawyers about getting out of his contract, but it was all futile. Modest’ legal team knew how to write a crafty, evil contract. “I’ve reviewed your contract with Louis Tomlinson. While it appears he has broken it once, I have seventeen accounts of your team breaking it, as well. Aside from the numerous weekend getaways Louis has been on that exceeded the default five hour limit, you have also involved his family in your business. This was not in the contract, and it normally wouldn’t be an issue except that picture on Eleanor’s page with his twin sisters? Those are two minors.”

“And me dogs!” Louis interjected, smirk growing on his face as he took in their expression. The only uncertainty in Howard’s plans had been whether their legal team accounted for their mistakes.

Based on Simon’s pale pallor and the PR team member’s pinched brows, Louis suspected they didn’t.

“And his dogs. They’ve been placed in the public eye at your hand and have then been harassed by fans ever sense. Not my favorite selling point, but important nevertheless,” Howard said, eying Louis with a hint of amusement.

Simon glanced at his lawyer. “The five hour rule doesn’t apply while traveling for the industry.”

Howard nodded. “Yes. We still have seventeen accounts.”

Louis imagined steam flowing out of Simon’s nostrils. His shoulders stiffly moved as he surveyed Louis as if he were a strike about to strike. “Alright. I’ll entertain you. If we buy into these accusations, what would you want? To wave your breach freely?”

Louis shrugged. “I’ll settle for that.”

“No.” Simon laughed, a sneer on his face as he looked distastefully down at Louis. “You’re still such a child. Do you have any idea how badly this taints your image?”

Louis stood, slamming a fist on the table. His eyes didn’t waiver as he hissed. “I don’t give a shit. It’s who I am, and I’m tired of apologizing for it.”

Howard stood, pressing a hand on Louis’ shoulder until he fell back into his chair. He took deep breaths and ignored the patronizing look Simon sent his way. “I’d like to remind you, if this goes to court, you will be paying for each breach while Louis pays for one.”

Simon scoffed. “If your claims are true. It’s hard to say and prove when something starts and something ends. When one date moves into the other. Back to back dates were never banned, if you recall.”

It was a typical Simon twist on any situation. He clenched his fists and breathed through his nose, forcing his emotions as far down as Simon one day would go. Howard leveled his gaze with Simon. “If you are willing to risk billions, then I believe we will see you in court. At the moment, there will be a temporary hold on the contract. You have no right to do or say anything on behalf of Louis Tomlinson.”

Simon smirked. “Looking forward to it.”

Louis tasted bile as Simon pushed himself up from the table. He felt like this was a loss. He felt like the enemy was rushing away to prepare for battle, to throw him deeper into the flames that stared after him. “Hold on a moment,” Louis said, standing up to give himself time to think it through. “I know how much you hate losing money, Simon. It just barely beats your distaste for being embarrassed. I can offer you a chance to avoid both.”

“Louis. What are you doing?” Howard hissed, turning his back to the rest of the table as he gave him crazy eyes. Louis patted his shoulder and looked to see Simon raise an eyebrow.

“I’m listening.”

His eyes flickered to Eleanor, and his brain pictured Harry. He couldn’t imagine risking being stuck with Eleanor any longer. He wanted out. Today.

“I’m gay, obviously. It will look extremely poor to at least a large portion, if not the majority, of my fans to suspect that you all forced me into the closet. Even if I cannot say it, they already suspect it, and when I am seen with a man, they’ll know. If you let me come out now, technically under your management, I will thoroughly deny any closeting rumors. I’ll say I only just realized I liked men, that Harry finally professed his feelings and then I realized it.”

Simon’s eyes glinted with the taste of greed. He liked it. Louis knew he would. He’d get off freely.

Louis continued. “If my profit plummets, you can release me of my contract. I won’t be doing any more promo while still with you regardless. Good press. No money loss. Guaranteed. And Eleanor will be given sympathy.”

One of the women from the PR team stuttered out with wide eyes. “Y-you understand cheating rumors will go terribly for you, right, Loui-?”

“Hush,” Simon said. He glanced to the lawyers as they skimmed both the contracts and evidence Howard provided. The contract Louis originally signed forced his silence about the PR relationships and closeting. It did not, however, say he had to lie about when he knew of his sexuality, and that was enough to put the strings together for the majority of people. Not to mention, Louis was a terrible liar when forced, as they already knew. Having the celebrity on their side after the ploy finished was more than most PR closetings went.

“Louis, I urge you to reconsider. We have a strong case-,” Howard began, but Louis turned to him with a smile, back to Simon as he debated with his advisors.

“That case will take months. I want out, Howard. If I gave a fuck about what everyone thought of me, I’d be that same boy who didn’t know he was gay.” Louis insisted, and recognition flashed in Howard’s eyes. He nodded solemnly.

“Well, Simon?”

He grinned devilishly.

“It’s a deal.”

. . .

“Boo-Bear, I just saw the interview! I’m so proud of you. Let me give you a hug, baby!”

It was the first thing Jay said when she rushed through the door. Louis immediately regretted giving his mother a key.

“Aw, she calls you ‘baby’ too?”

Louis smacked Harry upside the head, yanking on his curls so firmly he cried out and followed his hand. Once he got Harry off his knees, he zipped up his jeans.

“Lou-Bear? Where are you? Much too big of a flat, I’m telling you!”

Louis’ eyes flicked over Harry’s body. His clothes were rumpled. His curls were all over the place, and there were love bites forming on his neck. His lips were obscenely red, and his voice sounded thoroughly fucked.

“We’re coming, Mum,” Louis said. He smoothed out Harry’s jumper. “You look like you just had a dick down your throat.”

Harry wiped spit off his mouth. “That’s because I did. Yours, remember?”

Louis patted his cheek. “Oh. I remember. Didn’t finish the job, huh?”

Harry walked backwards, pulling Louis out of the bathroom. “Would you like me to kick your mum out or simply ask her to close her eyes, darling?”

Louis stuck his tongue out and said in a sing-song voice, “Wankerrr.”

“Louis William Tomlinson! What did you just say?” Jay screeched “Who are you calling such a – oh. Oh! Oh, Harry Styles look at you!”

Jay launched herself at Harry, who wrapped his arms around her swiftly with a cry of, “Jay! My second mum!”

The hug lasted a full minute before Louis’ impatience got the best of him. “Don’t mind me. Your real son. In my flat. Wouldn’t want to interrupt.”

Harry released one of those horrendous laughs that took over his whole body. Louis’ lips quirked, making his petulant pout very hard to keep up. “Jealousy suits you, Lou.”

Soon, his mother’s scent wrapped over him as she clasped his face between her hands. “My baby. I’ve missed you.”

Her warm eyes closed as she pulled him in for a hug. It felt like hot chocolate by the fire on a Christmas evening. He’d known she was coming sometime today when he told her his coming out interview released this morning, but the hint of a surprise still didn’t prepare him for the peace that overwhelmed him in her arms. His mother’s presence reminded him that no matter what happened, she would always love him in all the ways that he needed.

“I am so proud of you, Louis. Sharing your story to the world takes courage. Though, I am confused about certain parts of it,” Jay said, petting down his hair. Louis shook out of her grasp with a rueful grin.

“Louis was too impatient to take Simon Cowbell to court,” Harry said, rounded the island with three cups of tea. He led them into the living room and sat on the loveseat. “He said he’d make them look decent if they resolved it then, essentially.”

Like Louis, she was easily distracted. As Louis sat next to Harry and sipped on his tea, her eyes focused on him. In particular, he could feel her gaze boring into the way their thighs touched and Harry’s arm wrapped around his waist. “Anne called me the other day. After the article was released. I’d say I missed your mum, but considering my son didn’t bother to tell me he’s finally told you how he felt, I don’t feel guilty when I admit that I’ve been in constant contact with her since the band split.” They both gasped, leaning forward in interest. She smiled softly. “Weekly phone calls. The occasional meeting. Mostly, we fretted over your happiness. Needless to say, we were ecstatic to see you’ve both found it in each other!”

Harry hummed. “Well, not that we weren’t happy before, but thank you,” he said with a light laugh. “I honestly didn’t think she’d believe me, so it makes sense that you prepared her first.”

Louis bit back a smile and leaned against Harry more, elbowing into his gut. “Mum, would you please tell Harry how gone I always was for him? He won’t believe me.”

Jay chuckled warmly as she captured a picture of the two of them. Louis made sure to pull a funny face. “Oh boys, this has been a longstanding debate between Anne and I, as well. Obviously, I have listened to hours of heartbreaking guilt and pining, so I side with Louis.”

Harry dramatically threw his hands in the air. “What? You’re horrible!” Giggling, Louis captured his hands and pulled them down. He kept them in his lap this time. “When is my Mum getting here, anyhow?”

Louis gasped. “Anne’s coming to London? Why didn’t you tell me? Oh, fuck, I need to clean up. When was the last time I vacuumed?”

“Never. I vacuumed yesterday for what looked like the first time since it was built,” Harry said. “Don’t worry. Everyone somehow finds your messiness a cute quality.”

Louis smirked, eyes glancing up at Harry’s confused expression. “They do, don’t they? That better include you.”

“It doesn’t.”

“I don’t blame you, Harry. Picked up after him for eighteen long years.” Jay grabbed the remote and flicked on the television, looking at them with interest. “Have you all seen the official interview yet?”

“No. Can we please not – and she turned it on. Great,” Louis said in a dead-panned expression. “You’re going to make us late.”

“We have hours! Anne isn’t getting here for another fifteen minutes, and that still gives her thirty minutes of catching up. Better be up to date before we get rushed!”

Louis sighed. Jay only made these excuses to get her way. Considering he filmed the interview, he likely didn’t miss anything. Maybe the edits made him look terrible. Harry, however, kept his eyes trained on the television. Since it was a live interview, Louis refused to let him join. Something about having those green eyes on him as he said what he said made Louis want to puke.

“Let’s welcome Louis Tomlinson to the Late Late Show, everybody!” James cheered as Louis’ face appeared on screen. Since this was filmed the evening the pictures leaked, Louis decided to do the short interview through a webcam. He would have simply chosen something closer to London, but this was his close mate James. They went through the usual introductions about his latest music and activities, both of which were more non-existent than normal. This interview had a purpose, something few often had, so James finally cut to the point. “Louis. I know you hate trends, but you’ve been trending circulating some mystery pictures. Care to elaborate on these?”

Behind James, the pictures of him kissing and leaving with Harry paired next to one of his tattoo appeared. Though James was quite good at his job, red burned through his cheeks in what seemed like a painful manner. Louis, however, had prepared for this moment. If Simon didn’t like it, he was done for.

“Guess I probably should, yeah. They, er, they are of me, yes.”

James’ jaw dropped, and the silence of the audience would have been menacing if he’d been there in person. When everyone squealed excitedly, Louis smiled in a sheepish manner, ducking his head.

“Well, I expected some crap lie, mate! Not – are you confirming Larry Stylinson after all these years?”

Louis laughed, leaning back and trying to remain casual about it. “Sort of? Well, no. No, nothing that in depth. Haz and I have always had the chemistry looking back at it, but it wasn’t until we ran into each other that I finally figured out that I’m probably mostly gay.”

“’Probably mostly gay.’ So eloquent,” James teased, to which Louis flashed him his middle finger. This was why he wanted to do it with James. He made everything less intense. He could joke around with Louis. “So you’re together now?” Louis nodded. “You do realize you’ve poured gasoline on Harry’s inner narcissist, right?”

Louis scratched at the back of his neck, eyes skirting the camera. “Don’t I know it! He’s a menace, I swear.”

Everyone laughed so loudly the audio cut out a bit. Louis continued smiling until James’ face morphed into something more serious. “Well, I’m delighted for you and Harry. Like many others, I believe this was a long time coming, and I couldn’t be happier for you both.”

“Thank you, James. I’m sensing a but coming along.”

“But I have to ask – how did things end with Eleanor?”

The other reason Louis had James do this was because he worked in Louis’ best interest. They discussed where they wanted this conversation to go. James obviously had other questions in mind, but he easily dropped them at Louis’ request. He had great friends.

“Not well,” Louis said tersely. He looked away from the camera for a minute. James’ silence encouraged him to continue. “I didn’t cheat on her, but I might as well have. Telling the woman you’ve been dating for years that your old mate came back in your life and made you feel things you’ve never felt just by a hug and laughter wouldn’t settle well with anyone.”

“No. No, that would be terrible.”

Louis nodded, lips pressed together. “I feel terrible. We’d already grown a little distant, but I blamed it on maturing. Eleanor understood in the end, but I know I hurt her. I never wanted to do that to anyone.”

James hummed. “It would have hurt you both more if you hadn’t gone for it. I take it you and Harry are quite happy now, yes?”

This time, his smile was genuine, and the words flew from his mouth without thinking about it. “Never felt so free, James.” His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly elaborated. “Though I wished I could have come out on me own. No thanks to you…”

“Hey! I only took the picture! It’s your bloody fault for losing it!”

“Most would take a picture on their phone like any other person of the twenty-first century!”

“You know Harry is always going on about artistic photos and-,”

“Don’t try to twist this around on Harold here!” Louis shouted, but the grins on both of their faces beamed so brightly nobody could miss them.

“You’re twisting the blame out of your hands, Lewis! You – oh. Speak of the devil. Welcome, Harold.”

Louis felt two arms wrap around his chest from behind the couch. Louis swatted them off, feigning annoyance, but Harry remained with his chin pressing slightly painfully into his shoulder. “Oi! That’s my name for ‘em. Not yours!”

Harry’s rumbling laugh made Louis smile, but he fought it off, keeping the petulant pout on his lips. “Yeah! And while you’re at it, don’t call him Lewis!” Harry said, ending it with a laugh. Louis rolled his eyes. “Heard my name come up. Decided to join.”

“That’s my lovely narcissist for you,” Louis said, craning his neck to look up at Harry. He scowled as James’ burst into laughter. Patting his cheek, Louis looked back at the camera. “Well, I’m in the doghouse now. Better leave to make it up to him.”

“I’d ask how you plan to do that, but we do have children in our audience, and I don’t trust the two of you after No Control came out.” James admonished, making Louis and Harry chuckle.

“Smart man, James,” Harry said as he nuzzled into Louis’ neck. With wide eyes, Louis quickly waved and ended the call, turning on Harry just moments before he launched himself over the couch.

“Harold!”

Louis rolled his eyes as a blonde barbie gave a summary of the interview from James’ recorded show despite having just shown the exact clip. E! News was one of his most hated gossip sites. Unfortunately, it was quite popular, and up to date on any rumors going about. They had a way of summarizing and highlighting the worst of the worst rumors.

Jay jumped up when the doorbell rang, and Louis let her answer his door for the sake of falling into Harry’s hold further. “I hate it. Should have just done a stupid Instagram post.”

Harry made an indignant sound. “Why? You hate formal things like that.” Louis found his green eyes full of honesty and lacking any judgment. That was one of his favorite things about Harry; even if his interests were completely different, he’d support you. “And explaining Eleanor is much more organic here. Who would post about their ex on Instagram without being prompted instead of apologizing to her face? She came up in conversation here.”

Louis sighed. “You’re right.”

Even so, he cringed when he heard from Barbie, “We’re glad to see Louis cleared the air with Eleanor and is on to happier times. No offense to them, but he looked absolutely miserable with his past relationships with women!”

Louis tossed his hand in the air. “Danielle wasn’t even fake. Bloody hell.”

The girl on the screen continued with her eager, gossipy gaze. “Most fans could have told him, and tried, a long time ago that his one true love would always be a man – specifically one by the name of Harry Styles!”

“Okay, she got that right,” Harry whispered into his ear, and Louis fought off a smile. Squeals erupted from the front door, and they shared a look. Hearing two lovely, kind important women in their lives so happy warmed their hearts.

“Now Louis is one for longer term relationships, but can the flirtatious, fling-oriented Harry Styles change his ways and stick to one man? After all, Louis has to compete with both men and women in Harry’s life.”

Harry gave a sneer, tossing a pillow at the table. “That’s it, babe. You show ‘em,” Louis said. It didn’t sit well with Harry as he elbowed Louis.

“That’s wrong in so many ways!”

Louis lent his head onto his neck, lips pressing against his skin. “I know. They’ll never know the real you, though. They don’t deserve to.”

“We’ll just have to wait and see. After that steamy picture we got, I think we all know how their night ended. Now I think we’re all just dying to know – who topped and who bottomed?”

“Oh my god.”

“Booo!”

Louis threw the remote at the television, which wasn’t the most effective thing to do, but it felt good. Harry even went so far as to flipping off Barbie.

“Enough of that.” Harry got up and turned it off himself while Louis furiously whipped out his phone. Not having anyone review his tweets before sending them out was convenient. “What are you doing?”

I may have been wrong about ‘Larry Stylinson’ being the biggest load of shite before, but I can without a doubt say that E! News very much is a load of shite. Happy days, everyone.

Three notification sounded immediately after Louis hit ‘tweet.’ Louis’ head whipped around, eyes landing on Harry’s phone on the couch. He raised an eyebrow, and Harry immediately blushed as he glimpsed the notification.

Two high-pitched giggles came from the entryway, and their mothers ran into the living room with grins on their faces.

“Oh my god. You all have my twitter alerts on, don’t you?”

“Guilty!”

“Guilty!”

Harry bit his lip and averted his gaze. “Gotta make sure you don’t go back to Eleanor, don’t I?”

Louis shrieked, launching himself at Harry and attacking him with tickles, making the larger man squeal. His lanky limbs caught Louis a few times, but he continued. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. Lou! Please! I’m sorry!”

“You’re such a twat!”

Louis had his fingers deep in his armpits when a flash startled him. When he looked up, both Anne and Jay had their cameras looming down at them.

“Mum, you can’t condone this type of abuse toward your only son,” Harry whined from beneath Louis. It was then that he considered their position. Louis’ legs straddled Harry’s waist, and now that they were together and had been in this position in a quite different setting, he scrambled off him with blushing cheeks.

“Look how cute you two look, though,” Anne said, rounding the couch and sitting beside her son, who wrapped around her like a koala. “I love you, darling, but I saw you a few weeks ago. It’s your boyfriend that I haven’t hugged in years. You know he gives the greatest hugs.”

Harry lazily smirked, eyes connecting with Louis as he propped his feet over his lap. “Oh, I’m aware.” Heat pooled in his stomach, and his mind jumped back to only thirty minutes before when his dick had been in Harry’s mouth. That sinful mouth that was smirking over at him.

Then, his mother’s arms reached out for him, and Louis pushed the thoughts aside. “Anne. God, I’ve missed you,” he said, wrapped him in his grasp and squeezing her tight. Like his mum, they were close in height, but he squeezed her tightly anyways. After two firm cheek kisses, she pulled back and looked him over.

“I’m so proud of you, Louis.”

His throat thickened, and he had to look away. Shame filled him, an emotion he’d managed to avoid before now. He’d felt embarrassment and guilt when looking at Harry, but he felt absolute pain in the arms of the mother of the man he’d hurt so badly.

“Really?” Louis found his voice to be extremely weak. Anne gave him this knowing look that pulled out his guilt. “Because I totally understand if you hate me. I was a dick to Harry.”

Anne shook her head, a firm smile forcing its way onto him. “No, Louis. Not at all. Everyone goes through confusing times. I couldn’t imagine going through it with the whole world watching.”

It felt like there was a tennis ball lodged in the back of his throat. Louis tersely nodded, blinking rapidly. “You know I keep telling him that, Mum. He won’t listen.”

Jay patted Harry on the cheek from over the couch. He smiled softly, like it was a touch he could live with forever. It made Louis’ heart warm. “You just have to keep repeating it. Stubborn boy.”

Louis huffed. “Alright. Thank you everybody for forgiving and teasing me, but we need to leave!”

“But-,”

“Leave!”

. . .

“Louis Tomlinson! Over here!”

“Louis! Can we get a quote about your boyfriend?”

“Harry Styles! How does it feel to officially be in a relationship?”

“Harry and Louis! Can we get a kiss?”

A kiss. God, Louis wanted a kiss right now. He wanted to snog Harry senseless right now. It had been hours since he’d been able to properly get his hands on him. Ever since the first time, Louis found himself incapable of restraining the lust he felt for Harry, and his look tonight made it so much harder.

He wore these long leather trousers and a sheet black shirt that clung to his defined torso. His chunky boots made his legs look that much longer. Louis had begged him not to wear them, but as Harry began to change his outfit, he changed his mind. He just had to get used to being impossibly shorter than Harry by his side for the rest of his life.

The black eyeliner and shimmering cheekbones also drew his eye.

Harry bent his head in as they posed for a picture along the white carpet leading to the London Loft. “Your bum looks sinful in those trousers. Can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”

Louis smirked, eyed glinting as he flashed a look to Harry. He had one hand wrapped around Harry’s waist, so he gave him a pinch. “Gonna have to wait a while, babe. Our mums are staying at mine tonight.”

Harry gestured for him to walk first as they headed to the last stop on the carpet. Louis knew it was to get a look at his bum. He wore a tight suit tonight, opting for the more classic look for a fashion show. It wouldn’t matter when he would hardly spend any time in them. Still, he’d forgone the jacket in favor of a fashionable silver dress shirt. It allowed for the tight black trousers to display his bum proudly, so he purposefully swayed his lips a bit.

“I can’t wait that long, baby,” Harry said, hand pressing to the small of his back as they stopped at the end of the carpet. “Hi!”

The BBC reporter held a camera out to them in hopes of catching a few solid words. “Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson! This is your first putting together! How does it feel?”

Louis clamped a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Wonderful! I’ve had to fend his hand off me bum all night. Makes these things much more interesting.”

The reporter grew red cheeks, and Harry let out one of his loud bird sounds, clamping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. Louis hated how much he loved that sound. He wrapped an arm around his waist and patted his chest affectionately.

“I mean, how could I not? Look at it! Turn around love,” Harry said, grabbing his shoulders and trying to turn him. Louis smacked his arm until he stopped.

“We’re glad to see Harry has officially joined your fans in the love for your bottom!”

Louis rolled his eyes as Harry smirked. “Yeah, well, I’m sure there are loads of his fans that enjoy the same traits I do in Harold. His voice, his height, his hands, his dic-,”

“Okay! I think they get it, love.” Harry slapped a hand over Louis’ mouth, which is promptly licked.

Someone told them they had two minutes left, so she fired off actual questions at them. “Can we expect a collaboration between you anytime soon?”

Louis shrugged, glancing at Harry. “That’s a good suggestion. Never even thought of that.”

“Hmm. Dunno if we’d pair well together. We may need to test that out.” Louis failed to hide his laughter. Harry was far funnier than anyone gave him credit for.

“Who asked the other out first?”

And, well, their blushing cheeks surely gave them away as they both giggled into the other’s side. “Erm, we haven’t actually had an official one yet, come to think of it. So used to just hanging out as mates at home,” Louis said, scratching his head as he realized they’d totally forgotten that.

“As mates,” Harry mumbled with a laugh. His poorly hidden comment likely got picked up by the mic, so Louis elbowed him. “Ok! I got it.” He turned to the side and whispered warm words into his ear. “Whoever comes first takes the other out on a date.”

Flustered, Louis nodded as he stared are the night sky. There were too many clouds to find any stars, but Louis found he really didn’t need them tonight.

“Deal. When I win, we’re going to McDonalds.”

Once inside the venue, they met the familiar vision of mingling kiss-arses and egotistical designers. It was nauseating to see. Louis began walking to the bar where their mothers were, but Harry yanked on his hand.

“Haz, I’m very excited for this, but I also cannot get through this without a drink,” Louis said, hand pressing firmly over Harry’s heart. It felt like touching skin his shirt was so thin. His eyes were drawn to the image of his nipples poking through.

“After. What you need now is to come.” Harry gripped his wrist and led him out of the main event. Feeling breathless, Louis followed easily. He didn’t know Harry’s plans, but he liked the idea of getting off when they should have been mingling and getting ready.

When Harry pushed open the large door to the men’s room, Louis tugged against him. “Haz, this is huge. People are in here.”

Harry grinned. “I know.” He walked to the end of the row of fancy toilets. There were six total, and each was encased in large marble walls. It still felt too much like a stall that anyone could listen in on. Granted, the music pounding in from the venue offered a good dilution of sound. “We’ll be quiet.”

Louis noticed a finely dressed man at the urinals eying them as they both slipped into one toilet. “I highly doubt that.”

Harry’s hands pressed Louis against the door, the grates digging into his back. His eyes held a look of pure desire as he blatantly looked Louis up and down. Within seconds, his hips were flush against Louis’. Both of them lets out small, hushed sounds, and Louis’ hands gripped his shirt. “I’m going to fuck you against the wall, and you’re going to be quiet. Bite my neck if you have to, understand?”

“But-,”

“I want everyone to see me marked up by you.”

Louis whimpered as Harry kissed the words into his mouth. His lips moved fluidly and efficiently. His tongue licked into his mouth as if he were licking into his bum. When Harry grinded his hard dick into Louis’, he tugged firmly on his shirt, trying to pull him even closer to his own body.

A ripping sound made him pause, and when he looked down, part of Harry’s shirt was in Louis’ hand. He gaped upward just in time for Harry to growl into his mouth. His hand slid down his body and groped Louis’ bum so hard it hurt. “Look at you, baby. So desperate for me already.”

Louis flushed with embarrassment as Harry’s lips slid down to his neck. He couldn’t stop the moan slipping from his throat as he sucked a firm mark into his skin. Of course, they’d already acquired many lovebites, but this would be fresh and on display for the event later. It made Louis burn with lust.

Wasting no time, Harry spun Louis around and yanked his bottoms off. People filtered in the bathroom, so Louis bit down on his fist to keep quiet as Harry flattened his tongue against his hole.

“Pretty little hole, baby. Taste so good on my tongue.”

Harry’s voice was raspy and low, but Louis still worried the men in the room could hear them. As a lubed finger pushed inside him, he let his head fall against the cold marble with a sigh. With curling fingers, Harry licked around his rim and pressed against his prostate, and suddenly Louis didn’t care who heard. His dick pulsed with need. The hot coil in his stomach was pressing against him, urging him to come. He’d been left with blue balls earlier, and he was so close.

“Harry,” Louis moaned, head hanging between his hands. It spurred Harry on, fucking his fingers into him with hard, firm movements, spaced out just too long to let his body release. “Harry. Fuck, please.”

When Harry stood up, he was unclothed. Tantalizingly, he ran his bare dick between his cheeks, head catching at the rim with every pass. They’d gotten tested during the week it took for Harry to finish up things in New York, but they hadn’t gotten a chance to have sex without a condom. As Harry’s teeth bit down on his neck, Louis’ hands clenched, but he had nothing to hold on to.

“Want me to fuck you, baby? Want my cock spitting you open?”

Louis cursed, pushing off the wall and turning around. The anger in his eyes was fueled with pure, painful desire. “Jesus, fuck, you have a filthy mouth on you. Just get inside me.”

Harry laughed with a dirty lint to it as his hands gripped his thighs. With a wink, he lifted him off the ground, and Louis yelped, hands clinging to his shoulders. That smirk only pissed Louis off as his back hit cold marble. “Bossy little brat, aren’t you?” Harry’s voice was impossibly low, hitting the nerves low in Louis’ stomach. He wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist tightly as the man gripped his dick. “Look at you, baby. Leaking all over yourself.”

Louis whimpered as Harry pressed his thumb against his slit, rubbing the precum into him in an almost painful manner. “Fuck me, daddy. Please.”

Harry moved a hand up his chest, wrapping delicately around his throat. “There you are baby. Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you now.”

Louis wanted to slap him, but he was too preoccupied with grabbing his dick and directing it to his hole. His jaw dropped open when Harry pushed into him. He slid in slowly, knowing Louis still was adjusting, and his lips fell onto Louis’. The kiss consisted of mostly their lips pressed against each other’s as they panted into their mouths. When Harry finally bottomed out, Louis’ head fell into the crest of his neck. “Holy fuck.”

“So tight, Lou. So fucking – god, I couldn’t stop thinking about your arse,” Harry said, pulling out slowly as his hand groped at his bum. “I love you, baby.”

He fucked into Louis so hard it pushed a scream out of his throat, but he managed to bite into his skin. It was a little too much based on the groan coming from Harry, but he didn’t care. His hard cock thrust so deep inside him, Louis lost all conscious thought.

Harry pressed his head back against the wall, hand tightening around his throat. He fucked him faster now, pushing them closer to an orgasm that was fast approaching. His long fingers pressed into his throat, and Louis struggled to take full breaths. It made his head spin, and he couldn’t stop the moan leaving his lips. Harry kissed him, but his body felt so tight and tingly, and when Harry’s dick thrust right against his prostate, Louis came so hard he saw stars. Harry tightened his hand through his orgasm, making it last even longer. The scream could have been loud enough to be heard far outside the bathroom if it hadn’t been for Harry’s large hand choking him.

Harry kept fucking into him faster, losing his rhythm in favor desperate, hard thrusts. Both his hands moved to his waist, pulling him down onto his cock. Louis smirked, whispering with his lips pressed against his ears. “Everyone can hear you fucking me, Harry. Bet they’re getting off on it, too. You sound so hot when your cock is inside me. Wanted everyone to know how loud you can make me scream, how good you fuck me. Come inside me, daddy.”

“Baby,” Harry groaned, hips stilling as he came, cum filling Louis. He had wanted to be able to feel it inside him, but the thought alone was hot enough. After thirty seconds, Harry lifted his head off his shoulder, eyes tired and fucked out. “Baby.”

Louis kissed him, licking into his mouth and wrapping his arms around his neck. He tugged lightly on his favorite soft curls brushing the back of Harry’s neck. “I’m gonna walk in front of hundreds of people and press with your cum falling out of my hole.”

Harry laughed into his mouth, the sound and taste of his lips sending Louis to heaven and back. Finally, he let Louis down and thumbed at his lips. “I’m so in love with you.”

Louis smirked. “Good. Me too. No turning back allowed.”

“Deal.”

. . .

This time, Louis emerged on the runway first, followed swiftly by Harry. They strutted down the walkway side by side wearing suits of a deep black for Louis and dark red for Harry, both trimmed with a shimmering gold material.

It was Harry’s idea. Louis hated the spotlight, but Harry convinced him it was his form of officially coming out, even if he’d shown his interest in men in numerous interviews in the past year. Louis didn’t fight Harry too firmly. After all, this was how they found their way back to each other. He’d taken a lot from Harry. The least he could do was debut their relationship in expensive suits fit for kings.

At the end of the runway, they stood centimeters apart and posed for the cameras. Louis wore a smirk that shifted into a smile the whole time. He’d never been good at keeping a serious face. Harry likely looked like a sinful angel of death. Neither wore shirts underneath their shirts, tattoos and lovebites on full display. Louis felt particularly proud of the fresh red scratches along his neck.

They shared a look before turning back, walking with a sway in their hips.

“I feel ridiculous thanks to you.”

“True love knows no bounds.”

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly.”

Larry Stylinson opens London Fashion Week in an unforgettable walk. Shirtless, matching suits, complementary colors with smiles, scratches, and lovebites that reeked of hot dirty sex. A true power couple of the year.