Burden // LS STORY

Part 27.

It was time for Mark to leave, I was still glad that after the divorce, he and mum made every effort to keep things as normal as possible for the girls. Although they fell out of love, they never lost respect for each other and that was something I really admired. He said goodbye to everyone and left onto the night air just after dinner.

The rest of the family were huddled up into the living room, watching Peter Pan, as I snuggled into the side of Harry. Daisy and Phoebe were sharing a bean bag on the floor, Mum was in her usual chair underneath the window and Fizz and Lottie sat on the other end of the couch. I was still coming to grips with how normal this all felt, after the chaotic 2 months Harry and I had to endure together, why was all of these so, like, quiet? It almost felt wrong.

I followed mum into the kitchen to make some hot teas for everyone as the coldness of the night moved in.

"So, what are you expecting the sleeping arrangements to be?" Mum asks in a sarcastic tone.

I look at her side eyed, trying to contain my smirk. "Mum come on. We share a room at the dorm." I protest.

"Yes, that's all well and good Lou, but you're under my roof now." She teases.

"Harry will be sleeping in my room" I announce with a cheeky grin.

She rolls her eyes at me and chuckles through her nose. "Just remember your sisters are in the house Louis, and so is your mother, no funny business." She mocks, poking me in the side.

"Mum, oh my god!" I whisper shout. Forgetting I had already confided in mum about the first time Harry and I did things, so she knew we were, um, active.

She gives me a cheeky smirk. "I'm warning you Louis."

"Mum, stop!" I chuckle grabbing her in a playful headlock.

"Okay, okay. You win!" she surrenders causing me to let go.

"Can I help with anything?" Harry announces as he places his two hands on the island bench, witnessing that mum and I haven't even started the teas yet.

We both look at him and burst out laughing.

"Sorry, we were just talking." I apologise whilst grabbing 7 cups off the shelf.

"I like seeing the relationship you two have." He states giving mum a cheerful smile.

"Ergh, he's okay" Mum teases making a face at me.

"Oh, someone is funny!" I mock pinching both her shoulders with my hands wrapped over the clavicle.

"Oh, that reminds me Harry!" Mum quickly jumps in. "I've actually invited your parents and sister for dinner on Saturday night, then they will drive you two back to Harry's place for the week."

Harry and I share excited glances to one another.

"You spoke with his mum?" I quickly add realising the logistics of this.

"I did Louis, she contacted me after the shooting, and we met for coffee. She is wonderful!"

Both Harry and I look at each other. We had no idea that our mums had already met and now they would be here for dinner at the end of the week! This was insane, but I had to admit, really amazing.

"Thank you" Harry says in a low tone. "I really appreciate the invite."

She smiles at Harry cupping the side of his face in her hand. "You're welcome!". We both could see that the gesture meant a lot of Harry.

"I'm actually thinking I will skip tea mum, I'm really tired!" I announce, rubbing the corner of my eye.

"That's fine hunni, I will see you in the morning?" she implies.

"I'll actually do the same Jay if that's alright?" Harry adds.

"Yes of course, I hear your bunking in Louis room, you two have a good sleep." She exaggerates causing a confusing look from Harry and a chuckle from me.

"Goodnight mum, Goodnight Girls!" I call out toward the living room which causes a response of goodnights from everyone.

I lead Harry upstairs to where my bedroom was, forgetting he actually has already been inside of my room before.

I shut the door behind us and suddenly feel like a nervous teenager. "I, erm, did you want a shower?" I ask awkwardly and shy.

Harry steps over toward me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him.

I dip my head back so I'm able to look up to his face.

"You alright?" he whispers to me.

I let a small chuckle out through my nose, realising how ridiculous I must look right now.

"I'm fine, sorry. I just feel nervous for some reason." I confess.

He brings his head forward to meet my height and brings his lips gracefully onto mine. I sucked in a deep breath as he robs the breath right from my lungs. I exhale slowly through my nose and relax into the kiss, immediately feeling so much more relaxed.

Harry parts his lips slightly and pushes forward a little more into the kiss, tightening the grip he as around my waist by reaching his hands further around me in a tighter hug. I stand high up on my tippy toes to match his height as best as I can, moving my hands to the sides of his face.

All my nerves suddenly disappeared, but they were replaced with a different emotion, one that I knew all too well, one that throws you completely over the edge.

I wanted Harry.

And I wanted him now.

I part my lips off him slowly. "Shower with me?" I suggest in a low whisper, so low it was almost unheard.

His eyes open suddenly at my request. "But your family?" he hesitates.

"I'll be quiet" I flirt, bringing my lips back to his in a final attempt to convince him.

I lead the kiss this time, going deep and passionate as soon as they connect, lapsing my tongue across his bottom lip requesting access which he grants without hesitation.

I tighten my grip around his neck and take a bunch of hair in my hands, pulling delicately at his roots which results in a low groan echoing from deep in his throat.

I knew it drove him insane when I did that, I learnt it very on in the relationship that outside the bedroom, he requires dominance, but when he and I are alone, he was as submissive as they come. Which played into my kinks nicely.

I trace one of my hands down the front of him in the space between us to palm the length of his growing erection through his pants. The moment my hand comes into contact with his tip, I feel him urgently suck a harsh breath of air in, which only makes me deepen the kiss and tighten my grip on his hair. He was falling weak to me, I could see it, I could feel it.

"Shower?" I mumble between our kiss, lips still brushing together whilst I continued the jerking his length over the top of his pants.

He doesn't answer, he just nods his head eagerly as I feel the pulsating through is penis. He surrendered to me, to my touch, and that just eggs me on further.