Heartbreaker ~ Larry Stylinson {English}

42. Do what feels right.

~ Pov Harry ~ 

After the conversation with Jay I walk back upstairs. It's getting late. I open the door to Louis's room and walk in. He immediately looks up.

"Well? How was it? What did my mother tell you? Is it bad?" I chuckle and sit on the bed next to him.

"It was okay. I had a good chat with your mother." He frowns.

"How in the hell was it a good talk? About what?" I look at him with a small smile.

"About you. About me. About our kiss. About us." He bites his lip.

"Us? Is there an us then?" I focus my gaze on the ground.

"It's late. We better go to sleep."

I get up and pull my shirt over my head. Louis does the same. We are both in our boxers. Louis wants to put on his pajamas but I grab his arm and stop him. My eyes roll over his body.

"Leave it that way..." He looks at me. I run my fingers across his lips. "Can I kiss you?" He smiles.

"Why do you keep asking that?"

"Because I want to make sure you want to kiss me too." He brings his lips closer.

"Then I can assure you to never ask me this again. Because I always want to kiss you, Harry. Ever since your lips touched mine for the first time."

I kiss him with a smile. Short. Then I withdraw. His eyes remain closed. A smile rests on his lips.

"Do that again."

"What?" I laugh.

"Kiss me. Do that again." I grab his hips and pull him towards me. He puts his arms around me and presses his lips to mine. I push him. We end up on the bed laughing.

I hover a little above him, my smile doesn't leave my face. My fingers slide along his jawline and I sigh against his skin.

"What is it?" He looks me straight in the eye. Our eyelashes almost intertwined. 

"I feel happy. Here. Now. With you." He lets his lips rub against my skin. 

"I feel it too."

He closes his eyes as my lips slide down his neck. I kiss his collarbones and run my hands over his body. He wraps his legs around my hips and makes sure there is no space left between us. His fingertips are entwined with my hair. I carefully slip my hand under the last piece of fabric covering it. He gasps for breath.

I stand up, move away from him. He frowns.

"Harry? What are you doing?" I walk to his closet and look around in it. I take out a tube that is still in the same place as the previous times. I show it to Louis when I sit on the bed next to him.

"Some more teaching?" He asks when he looks at the tube of lube. I shake my head.

"No. No more teaching. I want to quit." He frowns and sits up.

"What do you mean you want to quit?" His voice is disappointed.

I look at him and take his hands in mine. "I want to continue these things with you. But I don't want to refer to it as me teaching you."

"Why not? It stays the same, doesn't it?" I shake my head.

"Now it doesn't have to stop at a certain point. We can take it so much further... We don't have to hide behind an excuse anymore." He bites his bottom lip. 

"Then what do you want to call it when it is no longer what it used to be?" I shrug my shoulders.

"I don't know yet. Let's just do what feels right. No lessons, no rules, no limits. Just us." He nods.

"I can live with that." With a smile he presses his lips to mine.

I gently push him into the mattress. "Do what feels right," he breathes against my lips.

"Do what feels right," I confirm.

I bring my fingers towards him when I have used the substance from the tube. I push my index finger in and feel his body enjoying beneath me.

"Harry." He sighs against my skin. I take his bottom lip briefly between my teeth and then kiss them. "More." I kiss his neck. "I want more," he begs. I bring in my second finger and let them spin around and make him moan. I cover his mouth with a smile.

"Shh. We don't want to get caught again by your mom."

He groans again when I hit a sensitive spot and I know I'm doing something right.

"Then make sure I don't make a sound," he gasps. I bring my fingers to his lips and let him take them in his mouth. His tongue twists around it and I close my eyes. He pushes his hips against mine and slips his hand into my boxers. I gently bite his earlobe and speed up my movements.

His nails leave marks on my back while my lips leave marks on his skin. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is tousled. I look down on him. His eyes are closed so he doesn't notice I'm staring at him. His mouth is slightly opened and some perfect moans roll over his swollen lips. He opens his eyes and bites his lip when he sees me looking.

"What is it?" He whispers under his sighs. I shake my head.

"Forget it."

I kiss him. Our tongues play a passionate game that knows no rules. I intertwine one of our hands as we both sink further and further, slowly pushing our boundaries.

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Honesty they are so cute :)