Behind the Cameras

Harry's 17th Birthday (First Time)

February 2011- London

Niall was kissing Harry's forehead over and over, and Harry couldn't stop laughing.

"Present for the birthday boy!" yelled Liam. He handed Harry a medium sized box from across the table. Zayn laughed and threw his arm over Harry's shoulders.

Harry grinned. "Thanks, Liam," he said.

"It's from the both of us," announced Zayn. "Come on, open it!"

Harry opened the gift carefully, taking off the tape and ribbon first, making sure not to tear the wrapping paper.

Louis watched him from across the table. Louis was sitting with Anne on one side and Liam on the other. Anne threw her arm over Louis' shoulder and shot him a grin. Louis sighed to himself. He still couldn't exactly pinpoint a reason why Anne loved him so much.

Anne pulled off and squeezed his arm as Harry finished opening the present. "Did you get him something?" she asked Louis.

"I made him a card," sighed Louis. "Not as exciting." He couldn't very well tell Anne what he had really gotten Harry.

"I'm sure it's amazing," Anne said. She shot him a smile. "If it's from you, he'll love it."

From across the table, Harry squealed happily. "It's the joggers I wanted! Thanks guys!" Harry pulled Zayn into a hug.

Louis took a bite of his chocolate cake as he watched Harry. Harry was adorable. He was pure, he was lovely, and he was cheeky, which Louis appreciated.

They had been "dating" for at least three months now. Not really officially, more or less just hooking up. But Louis liked Harry and he knew Harry liked him, even though they hadn't talked about that yet.

The one thing they had talked about was having sex. Louis didn't want to until he knew Harry was completely comfortable. Harry was still a virgin, and that freaked Louis out a bit. Harry kept coming up to grab the front of his shirt and beg him for it, and it was quite hard for Louis to close his eyes and shake his head when Harry would press his hard-on against Louis' thigh.

They had done almost everything up to the point of actual penetration, and Louis kept putting it off for no particular reason. He was just a bit nervous, he guessed. He wanted Harry's first time to be special, which was stupid, but Louis felt some sort of civic duty for Harry to actually enjoy it. And a quickie in a hotel room as they were being called to get onto the bus in the morning was not what Louis had in mind.

Last week, after Louis had jerked Harry off in the shower, and they were back on the bed in a hotel room, Harry had grabbed Louis' dick and asked him shyly to 'please have sex.' He looked so pretty that Louis had sighed and accidentally said 'on your birthday.' Harry froze and dropped Louis' cock from his hand, grabbing his cheek instead. His palm was sticky from precome, and Louis winced. It was fucking hot, though.

'Really?' Harry squeaked. 'On my birthday next week?'

'Um, yes,' Louis said quickly.

Harry squealed and kissed him. Then he leaned down to suck him off.

So, Louis guessed that was tonight. On his birthday. They hadn't talked about it since then. But he knew Harry would hold him to it. Harry definitely hadn't forgotten.

Louis gave him the card he made after Harry finished thanking Zayn and Liam, and Harry kissed his cheek. Louis was quite proud of the card, to be honest. He had given blood, sweat, and tears for that card. Literally. He had at least ten papercuts. He glued down pictures of Harry that he had gotten Gemma to steal from their family photo albums. Then he had written a bunch of sappy shit that probably sounded ridiculous and Harry would most definitely laugh at.