Hate That I Love You

Chapter 31

Harry tucked the black jacket over his shoulders, pulling it slightly down as he looked closely in the mirror. He pulled his hair back again and bit his lip in nervousness.

He wore a pair of tight dark pants, which perfectly wrapped his thighs and contained his bottom divinely, a satin shirt, black loose at the hips and slightly low-cut in the front with a small bow hanging on the chest and his beloved ankle boots, high, which made him even more taller.

"Perfect," Xander muttered behind him. Harry turned to him, smiling faintly. "You're not bad yourself," he complimented, seeing his classic suit. Black jacket, black pants and white shirt. He seemed ready to make him that famous marriage proposal.

Xander walked over to him, putting his hands on his hips and turning him back to the mirror. "We'll have all eyes on you tonight," he said, slipping his hands under his shirt and running gently all over his body.

Harry shivered at the coldness, barely closing his eyes. "Xay, I ..."

"Honey" the boy stopped him, placing his lips in the hollow of his neck, covered by his hair. "I've thought about it for a long time, you know? And I miss you," he whispered. "I miss having your body under mine. I miss your moans, your touches. Your screams," he continued, letting his hands down towards his backside. "I've always taken you for granted, and now that that's no longer the case, I've realized how important you are," he concluded, squeezing his buttocks tightly.

Harry swallowed a lump of saliva. "What are you trying to tell me?" he asked him.

"I'm trying to tell you that maybe you don't love me now. But maybe one day you will."

"Xander," Harry began. "I'm not convinced."

"Neither am I" laughed the boy, turning him abruptly and making their chests collide. Immediately afterwards he resumed running his hands over his body. "But I can assure you that the idea of ​​making you mine, in all respects, excites me in a unique way."

Harry bit his lip. "Do you suddenly want to marry me now?" he asked.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Maybe our parents are just rushing things, but, in short, this whole Tomlinson story has created me a considerable annoyance. It must mean something, right?"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Won't it be the same theory about children's toys?"

"What if it was? Tomlinson has always used something of mine. You have always been mine. And now it's all clear to me."

"All clear what?"

"We let ourselves go, Harry. We started to take ourselves for granted, to fall into the habit. I neglected you and it led you to look for something else. But we have time to fix things. Where did that boy go? Where did that kid who jumped around my neck every time I went to get him from college? Where is that passion that led us to fuck at any inconvenient moment of the day?"

"It's just over," Harry explained. "Ours was a story that, in reality, did not last long. A short but intense passion."

"Maybe you're right," Xander smiled, tightening his grip on his hips. "Or maybe, tonight I can prove the opposite, honey."

"Maybe" muttered the curly haired boy. "Now we better go," he said, placing his palms on his chest and moving away from him. "We can't be late."

"I won't let you go anywhere unless you kiss me first," he smiled.

Harry rolled his eyes. "You are such an idiot."

"What? I want to win you back!" he exclaimed. "Come on, let's do the litmus test. Maybe after this kiss we realize we're madly in love with each other."

Harry sighed, shaking his head. "Show me what you can do, Ritz," he urged.

Xander laughed, then wrapping his arms around his body and canceling all distance, kissing him.

They tried to kiss passionately for a full minute and finally when Xander slowly pulled away from Harry he asked "So? Did that prove anything?"

Harry wrinkled his nose. "No, not really."

"Me neither," he muttered. "But I still want to make you mine anyway."

"Because you are a possessive and proud person," he explained, walking away from him and heading for the door. "And this situation bothers you. You have the impression that Louis has hurt your pride."

"Maybe," he shrugged. "But anyway, I'll take my little revenge tonight," he smiled.

"Louis doesn't give a damn about me," he complained.

"Sure, right. You and him hate each other in the same way."

"You took the words out of my mouth."

"I was ironic," Xander shook his head. "In the sense that you don't hate each other at all."

Harry bit his lip. "Maybe that's why I hate him," he muttered. "I hate him because I can't hate him," he sighed.

"You mean you hate yourself because you love him," he corrected him.

Harry turned threateningly towards him. "After this sentence of yours, you have earned another week of abstinence!" he exclaimed.

"What?" Xander's eyes widened. "No, I'll take it back! Harry, honey, you can't do this to me!" he pleaded.

Harry just chuckled and ignored his feeble protests.