WARNING: I had to cut the first part since it was too desciptive and got privated. You can check it out here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3339302/chapters/7377359
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‘Gay sex is the greatest thing in the world.’ Harry breathed as he closed his eyes. Louis laughed and looked at the boy when the latter intertwined their fingers together, keeping his eyes closed. Louis could feel a ‘thank you’ in his hand and pulled him on his chest. Harry rested his head on the man, enjoying the heartbeat in his ear.
‘Your heart is being loud.’ Harry giggled.
‘Well there’s nothing I can do about that, Harold.’ Louis groaned, making Harry laugh even more.
Harry stayed awake as he felt Louis’ arm fell next to him. He was feeling so safe he was scared. How could he trust Louis so much ? How could he be so comfortable exposing himself to him like that ? What would he do if it all stopped ?
‘What are you thinking about ?’ Louis said, apparently not sleeping after all as he ran his hand through Harry’s hair.
‘You.’ Harry frowned.
‘Well, you better.’ Louis joked, earning a giggle from the boy as he stroked his chest.
‘I’m scared.’ Harry sighed.
‘Of what ?’
‘This.’
‘Why would you be scared ?’
‘I don’t want to lose it, I don’t want it to end.’
‘You’re not going to lose me. Let’s just enjoy it as long as it lasts.’ Louis smiled and pecked Harry’s forehead.
‘I have to call Niall.’ Harry said as he stood up and put the sweatpants back on.
“Love, it’s two in the morning.’ Louis warned and Harry looked lost as he frowned. Not because they had been cuddling for hours naked on the carpet, but because he was starting to panic.
‘I don’t- I- I don’t feel well and-‘ Harry was barely managing to say the words. He sat on the couch and held his head in his hands, making Louis stand up, put on his jeans and sit next to the boy to hold him.
‘Tell me what’s going on.’
‘I don’t know. I feel…weird.’ Harry was shaking in Louis’ arms. ‘I’m cold, and I’m scared.’
Louis had no clue what Harry was feeling but rushed to the kitchen to pour a glass of water with some sugar. He hadn’t been eating for hours and they had been exhausting each other. Maybe he was dizzy from hunger.
‘Here, drink this.’ Harry swallowed the water and laid down on the couch, closing his eyes as he waited for the feeling to go away.
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