Oh ,Dear Diary...

C h a p t e r e l e v e n

You are my strange addiction
My doctors can't explain
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Harry was still laying on Louis' chest , his breathing now even and his vision clear. No words needed to be spoken . Louis knew what happened that night even from the diary entry. He was still worried about how Gemma never stayed. Where was she anyway? Had she even bothered to speak to Harry after all that ? Louis was too afraid to ask.

"What about your sister?" Louis finally questioned, his thumb stroking comforting circles on his skin. "Why didn't she take care of you?"

"My sister was never fond of me - also blaming me for my mum's death." Harry mumbled and shivered under Louis' touch.

"Why would she do that?"

"Mum passed away when she gave birth to me. That's also why my Father-"

Harry's voice became frantic again, falling over his own words as the memories came back. He had made peace with his past - but it didn't change the fact that it hurt. Louis still held him in his arms as if it's way of saying " I'll protect you "

The two spoke the rest of the night. Harry telling Louis everything and opening up about his past until he fell asleep.

"Goodnight Hazza" Louis smiled fondly and placed a soft kiss on the sleeping boy's forehead.
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The morning sun prickled against Louis' closed eyes, begging him to respond  to the distant voice coming from the squirming figure in his arms

"Louis, I have to pee!"

"Shit, sorry!" Louis rambled and released Harry from his grip- the boy practically leaped out of the room

With a tired chuckle, he wiped the sleep out of his eyes. He started thinking about last night about everything that Harry told him. He doesn't know why anyone could hurt him he is so fragile. The feeling to protect him and care for him only grew stronger which made Louis realise he is in deep.
Too deep.
It almost scared him.

"Hey Louis..." Harry voice came from the doorway. Louis noticed what he was wearing and fuck did it screw with his mind. Pink lace fucking panties and a grey shirt that didn't even cover the front.

He's fucked.

"Louis?" Harry asked "are you listening?"

Louis shook himself out of his daze "Are you feeling any better?" He mumbled sleepily, his head buried in a pillow as he looked at the blushing figure in front of him.

Harry nodded, blushing even more when he realised where Louis' eyes were. "Yeah...thanks for- thank you for last night. I didn't know I needed someone to talk to until...well you know."

Louis sat up " it's no problem" giving Harry a soft smile with him returning it, making one of his dimples pop out a little.

Harry stalked closer to the bed, climbing on top of it until he was sitting in front of Louis. His legs tucked underneath his bum. He kept opening his mouth like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Staring deeply into Louis' eyes, he climbed onto Louis' lap. Each of his legs on either side of Louis' hips.

Louis almost lost it there, the clothes that Harry was wearing and the pressure of his weight on his crotch was almost unbearable. He was going to go insane.

Without breaking any eye contact, both boys started leaning in, until they were mere centimetres away from each other. Lips brushing softly together. Louis finally closed the gap, not able to resist the way Harry's lips looked so inviting. The kiss started off soft and sweet.

Harry's lips slotted perfectly with Louis', and the blue eyed boy couldn't help but feel nervous about the chapped state his own lips were in compared to the plum, glossy texture of Harry's. Louis found himself playing with the rim of Harry's shirt and nipped at his bottom lip - anxiously asking to take this further.

Harry seemed to want the same thing. Slowly grinding himself down on Louis crotch, Harry parted his lips. The butterflies that had been in Louis' stomach were nothing compared to the feeling he had now.

Louis' hands skated underneath Harry's shirt, ghosting his fingers over the green eyed boy's skin as he helplessly leaned into the touch. With both their lungs on fire and begging for air, they pulled away. Louis didn't have time to admire Harry's flushed cheeks and droopy eyes - the boy was practically tearing his shirt off like it was burning his skin. Throwing it over his shoulder, Harry leaned back in.

As Harry caught Louis' bottom lip between his teeth, Louis couldn't help but let out a little whimper. It was here when all rational thoughts had been thrown out the door. With a broken moan from Harry, Louis lips trailed down from his mouth towards his jaw.

Harry craned his neck to the side as Louis lips continued to scrape against his skin, leaving a trail of burning shadows left and a racing heartbeat.

"L-louis" Harry's voice could barely be considered a voice at all.

Harry smelled like vanilla and tobacco - the latter being Louis' fault. Louis couldn't help but feel proud of himself at the way Harry's breath seemed to stop as he began kissing alongside his collarbone; teasingly scraping his teeth along the skin - determined to ruin the pale shade with bruises.

Getting lost in the feeling of Louis' tongue glazing over his skin, said skin occasionally being nipped and peppered with feathery kisses, Harry couldn't swallow down the moan that escaped from his swollen lips. Louis only bit down harder in response, and tightened his hold on Harry's hips.

"Would you two keep it down!? I'm trying to sleep!" Niall's voice broke through the tension, making both boys gasp as reality seeped back in.

"Louis, you touch my brother and I will make sure to-"

"Oh, shut up Liam. You didn't hear Harry threatening me when I-"

"-Oh my god, shut up!"

"Use protection!" Another voice joined in from the kitchen.

The house was silent for a moment, neither of the boys knew how to respond. Or a better way to put it:

They didn't know who they were going to be responding to.

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Xxx
-Abbi

@Miami_21