I'm in Love With A Criminal

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Harry sprinted into the kitchen where Niall was eating some food. He glared at him and put down his fork. "What's wrong? Too much teeth?"

"Shut the hell up. We didn't do that," Harry huffed. "But I accidentally kissed him and I don't know what to do, he probably thinks I'm disgusting, he's probably going to try and run away now, possibly call the police on me. God dammit, this is awful. I'm going to Hell-"

"Harry, just calm down," Niall said as he made his way to him and grab his shoulders. "Deep breathes. It's fine. Did he kiss back?"

"When I pulled away, he stared at me-"

"Did he kiss back?" Niall repeated with a much more serious tone. Harry slowly nodded. "Then it's fine. He liked it."

"You don't know that!" Harry protested. "He may have felt pressured to, or felt bad or something. There's no way he'd kiss back and mean it, especially considering our so called relationship."

Niall was seconds away from slapping him and telling him to shut the fuck up and go downstairs, apologize to him, and possibly make out. Maybe even go further. He shipped them. Zayn and him have argued whether the ship name should be Halo, which was his choice, or Larry, which was Zayn's.

"Harry. Mate. You know I love you right?" Niall asked. He nodded. "You trust me right?" He nodded once again. "Then believe me when I say he kissed back for a reason."

"But-"

"No buts except for Louis'," Niall said as he pushed him back towards the stairs. "Go down there and talk it out."

Just as Niall was closing the door, Harry pushed against it and stopped him. "Like hell I'm doing that!"

"God dammit, you're gonna have to see him again! You kidnapped him! He has no where to go! You sleep in the same room for fucks sake!" Niall yelled.

Harry groaned and opened the door wider. "At least let me wait for a few minutes?"

"Nuh uh, not happening daddy," Niall said as he pushed him back downstairs. "Go talk to your sugar baby."

Harry was about to stop him, but Niall quickly shut it and leaned his body against it, making sure he doesn't get out. Even though their heigh difference was pretty big, Niall was still pretty strong, which surprised Harry. With a sigh, he gave up and slowly made him way down the stairs. He knocked on the bedroom door, not understanding why he did it, before entering the room. The first thing he saw was Louis sitting on the bed with his leg bouncing rapidly.

At the sound of the door creaking open, Louis' head flew up. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Harry made his way to the bed.

"Hey... I'm so sorry about-"

Just as he reached the bed, Louis got to his feet and closed the gap between them and smashed their lips together. He cupped his face as Harry was tense with shock. But he soon relaxed and wrapped his arms around his small waist, his hand relaxing on his back and held him impossibly closer.

It started sweet, but quickly got more intense as Harry backed them up until Louis' legs hit the bed, making them fall onto it, Harry hovering over him. Neither of them understood where this confidence came from. But Harry continued to slip his tongue into his mouth, both of them fighting for dominance, but of course Harry won.

Louis ran his fingers through his long, curly hair and let out a whine as Harry pulled away, both of them out of breath. They glared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before Louis pushed him off of him and sat up.

"I hate you. So fucking much," he mumbled.

"W-What?" Harry asked in shock.

"I hate you," he looked up to make eye contact, "for making me feel happy and safe. I hate you for keeping me hostage, yet treating me so nicely. You shouldn't be letting me call my family, and you certainly shouldn't be comforting when I'm sad or scared. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Harry was lost for words. "I'm sorry?" How is he suppose to react? He wanted to hug him and repetitively apologize, but should he actually be sorry? What did he do?

"Why? The hell do you do that?! Why?" Louis clapped his hands together with each syllable.

"I-I don't know?"

"I swear to God, you're making this impossible," Louis huffed. "If you weren't a criminal and murderer, I'd love you and I'd admit that. In fact, I'd want you to pin me to the couch and fuck the daylights out of me until I can't even breathe."

Harry stared at him, unsure of what to say or, quite honestly, what to think. He watched as Louis huffed and turned around to face him.

"But it feels wrong for me to think that now because you're so hot and so fucking sexy, and so sweet and kind. But you're a murderer for Gods sake!"

"Yeah, I think I know that," Harry whispered, suddenly ashamed of what he does. "Wait. You said it feels wrong to think that now. Do you... do you still want me to fuck you?"

"Quite honestly, yes!" Louis exclaimed.

Harry felt his cheeks go red at his outburst. "Um... well-"

Louis cut him off by once again locking their lips. This time was much more rough and hard. He pulled away after a few seconds and groaned, giving him multiple, harsh pecks on his lips. "God, I can't describe how much I hate you-"

"Your actions say otherwise, love," Harry says.

"Harry, be honest. How do you feel about me?"

"W-Well, I-I think you're an amazing person," Harry stuttered. He rubbed the back of his neck as he felt himself go red. "And you're adorable and so incredibly beautiful."

"No, how do you feel about me emotionally?" Louis asked.

"I um..." Harry trailed off. He stared at him, trying to find an answer. But it seemed impossible, in a good way. He couldn't describe how he made him feel. "I think I like you. I don't know. Since we met at the party, I got this gut feeling that felt similar to butterflies. I haven't liked many people before, but I know this feeling is so much more intense than anything I felt for them. It honestly hurts to look at you. Because when I look at you, I see a beautiful, adorable, lovely, kindhearted boy. And it fills my heart up so much, it feels like it may explode at any second."

They locked eyes and stared at each other for what felt like forever. Just the two of them, lost in space as they just stared at each other and took in every little detail of each other's faces.

"Is everything you said at the party true?"

"Well.. yeah. I think I just lied about my age. Other than that, every single word was true," Harry admitted.

Louis smiled and cupped his cheek once again and kissed him. Harry smiled into the kiss and kissed back, placing his hands on his small waist. It was a short kiss, but it somehow said so much.

As Harry pulled away, he licked his lips and thought for a moment. He really wanted the two of them to work out. Words couldn't describe how much he yearned to be with him, even though they've only known each other for a short amount of time. But, he knew Louis would want to go home eventually.

Finally, he looked at Louis, who was blushing. His lips were slightly swollen from kissing each other so roughly. He stared at his lips for a few seconds before making eye contact once again. He didn't know what to do.

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A/N- I feel like I'm moving too fast 😂😭 I'm so sorry. Writers block has been really really bad for me lately, but I didn't want to go so long without updating my books. I'm sorry if the last few chapters have sucked so much.