Hate That I Love You

Chapter 37

"Harry!" Louis complained as he waited for him outside the bathroom of his apartment. "Do you want to hurry up? Our reservation will expire soon!"

"I'm done! I'm done!" The curly haired boy complained, coming out of the bathroom.

"God, you're beautiful," Louis smiled, seeing him in all the immense beauty of him. Harry wore a cream floral suit with a black shirt. Okay, the suit pattern (Harry already told him it was gucci) reminded him so much of his sofa upholstery, but it was absurd jow anything ridiculous Harry wore on him looked so perfect.

"I know," Harry shrugged, putting an arm under his arm offered by Louis.

"And now let's get going," he smiled.

"Under your orders," he said.

"He called my father," he informed him as they both left the apartment. "And he told me he's no longer sure he wants to disinherit me."

"Really?"

"Really," he nodded. "He says it would be a huge blow to the company's image." He rolled his eyes. "But anyway, he said that according to him this madness of mine will last very little and, in a few months, I will return to myself."

"I really hope he's wrong," he wrinkled his nose.

"I still gained my freedom, Louis. I mean, I was going to marry a man I didn't love! And speaking of Xander, he sent me I don't know how many bouquets of roses."

Louis raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I don't know if he did it to try to win me back or to thank me for getting him out of the way of getting married," he shrugged. "But he was very tender either way."

"I find it annoying either way." Louis suddenly took him with his back to the wall in the reception of his building, imprisoning him under his body. "You must know I'm actually a very jealous type, Styles," he blew directly on his lips.

Harry smiled. "Who would have thought that. You'll have to keep me at bay, Tomlinson."

"I have my methods" raised his eyebrows, before moving and giving him a chance to move, "Great" complained Louis noticing that, through the windows of the building, there was a myriad of paparazzi.

"Come on, Lou," Harry teased. "First you dedicate Secret Love Song to me where you complain that we can't hold hands on the street and now you don't want to face a bunch of pushy paparazzi?"

"You wanted it," he threatened, taking his hand and dragging him out of the building. Almost immediately, the flashes of the cameras invaded his eyes, forcing them to keep their heads down as they quickly, gradually approaching the car, where Paul the driver was waiting for him.

"Are you definitely together?" one asked.

"Did you and Xander break up?"

"How did your parents take it?" others asked.

Louis pulled Harry into the back seat and just as he was about to get in he too heard a reporter ask "So can we say that you are the new Romeo and Juliet?"

At that point Louis turned to them, smiling faintly. "Romeo and Juliet are fourteen year olds whose love story lasted three days, then they both killed each other," he said. "I'd prefer a different ending," he nodded, waving at them and quickly getting into the car.

"Then you listen to me when I speak!" Harry exclaimed, smiling.

"Sometimes" he shrugged. "Paul, take us to the Palace. I think he deserves to host our first date," said Louis.

"I'll go!" Paul nodded, starting the engine.

"E-Harry" Louis took his hand. "I just wanted to tell you that I have decided to hold a press conference in which I announce that my father is not Mark."

Harry stared at him intently. "Why?" he asked, surprised.

"Because I don't want to give in to his blackmail, not anymore" he certainly nodded. "And my dad never made that decision simply to protect me, because he didn't want the world to keep reminding me one way or another," he sighed. "He wanted to keep me from getting sick again."

"Louis, are you sure?" he asked, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles.

"Yes" he nodded. "Now that I have you I feel invincible," he shrugged.

"I'm proud of you, Lou," Harry smiled. "Really, you move me. You are a fantastic person, I am not a little surprised that I am in love with you. I mean, you are still quite detestable, but in the end .."

"Wait, wait, wait" he stopped him, eyes widening. "What did you say?" he asked him.

"You are detestable," he shrugged.

"No, first, you idiot," he rolled his eyes.

Harry smiled. "I'm in love with you," he repeated. "I love you, Louis William Tomlinson," he informed him.

"Oh fuck it!" he exclaimed, throwing himself on his lips and kissing him forcefully.

Quickly, Harry wrapped his arms around his neck, hugging him and, shortly thereafter, he found himself encircling his hips with his knees. Louis rested his hands on his hips, occasionally going down and touching him in several places, while both continued to exchange saliva in an unchaste way.

When Harry started rubbing his butt on Louis's pelvis, Louis was definitely forced to lock him up. "Wait," he smiled, just pulling away from his lips. "Or it ends badly here. We have a reserved table, remember?"

"Yeah, right," he nodded. "We have to do like normal couples and go on a damn first date, where we eat together and talk for hours. And we pretend to laugh and look forward to the moment we go home to fuck."

"That's right," said Louis.

"Although," Harry began again. "I remember well that one evening, a few months ago, we ate together."

"Spreading cream all over you and licking it isn't exactly the definition of having dinner together," he wrinkled his nose. "But anyway, you're right."

"And besides, you and I have never been normal people," he pointed out. "And you want to be normal, Louis?" he asked, starting to rub against him again.

Louis swallowed a lump of saliva. "Paul!" he screamed. "Take us home!" he exclaimed.

Harry burst out laughing. Then, a few seconds later, they started kissing again.

The End.