Over Again

The BRITs.

*mild sex reference in this chapter*

Harry's POV

The night at the BRITs was amazing. I felt almost on top of the world, seeing Louis again ignited something in me I thought had died.

I was stood drying my hands when I heard the announcement that One Direction had won something. My heart stopped for a brief second in panic before I raced out and met the rest of the boys on stage, late. "Sorry I was having a wee, what did we win?" I looked over to Liam and saw Louis looking fondly at me, the type of looks we shared when we were together and I felt my heart erupt into hope. Possibly the most dangerous thing I could feel after months of trying to recover.

The rest of the night went particularly smoothly and we were now stood back in the reception of our hotel in the small hours of the morning.

"Night guys." Zayn put his arm round Liam, who had had quite a lot to drink, to try and help him to his room. "Night Zayn."

"Don't forget me, you always forget me." Liam slurred while we laughed and shouted night to him in unison.

Niall left next, hobbling away on his crutches which left me and Louis alone, for the first time since October.

"I guess it's time for bed then." I mumbled in agreement with Louis and we both awkwardly walked to the lift. We remained in silence the whole lift ride, and walk to our rooms, but I honestly didn't mind, just being near him was enough.

Louis stopped walking abruptly and fished in his pocket for his key card. "Hey...um...if you want to come in you can? We didn't get to talk a lot tonight and catch up." I didn't mean to, but I smiled brightly at him, feeling the hope inside me blossom. "Yeah...I mean if you want me to?" He nodded awkwardly and held the door open for me.

Walking into his room felt so weird. Neither of us had ever had our own hotel rooms before, we'd always shared everything. And by the sight of the mess and clutter everywhere, I realised why. (Apart from the whole boyfriend thing, but I pushed that thought away.)

I coughed nervously and perched on the end of his bed looking around. "I forgot how messy you are." He reached down and picked up a shirt and threw it over the chair. "Um, it's actually organised choas." I smiled admiringly at him, "Is it now?" He rolled his eyes and sat next to me facing the wall. "And I forgot how freakishly organised and pedantic you are." I scoffed, "Is that right?"

"Mmhm, our flat always had to be kept neat and tidy and everything had a home."

"That's just normal!" Our laughs rolled into silence and he turned to face me. He took a small breath and smiled a small smile at me before facing the wall again. "So tell me about your time off."

We spent the rest of the night talking, we moved from our awkward positions of perching on the bed, to being sat cross legged facing each other in the centre of the mattress.

Louis giggled, covering his mouth with his hand in the cute way that he does, and looked at me with his cute crinkly eyes. His laughs stopped and turned into silence and we sat staring at each other. "I guess I should go, I mean it is....6 SHIT! 6!! No way! I really should go." I said the words but I didn't really mean them, I would give anything to stay with him.

"I mean you could but we could also..." He rolled onto his knees and leant towards me so quickly I almost didn't register what was happening. His lips connected with mine and it felt magical. I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest and the butterflies would fly out afterwards.

I moved my hands and pressed them against his cheeks, almost holding his head in place so that he would never stop kissing me. He pushed me back against the bed so that I was lying down, with him on top of me. I smiled into the kiss and I could feel him smiling back.

He never disconnected his lips from mine, but somehow we managed to get undressed. Louis reached down and lifted my bottom half off the bed, and he sat up, leaving me to whine for his touch. He stroked my thighs with his thumbs as he started to thrust into me. All I could do was stare into his clear blue eyes, trying to absorb every second and every emotion he was willing to let show.

When we were done he fell onto me and I gripped him tightly as we rolled over, so for once I was the bigger spoon. I left a trail of kisses down the back of his head and hugged him even tighter. I wanted to whisper how much I loved him but I didn't want to ruin the perfect moment. He picked up my hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss it, and that's how we feel asleep.

"Can you believe we've won at the BRITs guys? The first BRIT we're nominated for as well, wow". Liam turned around to face us in the car and we all shook our heads in amazement. "When does it stop being crazy?" He turned back to look out to the road and passing scenery and Louis lent into me, pressing kisses to my cheek.

"I can't believe it Hazza, I'm so proud of us." I smiled and reached for his hand intertwining our fingers. The cab stopped outside the hotel and I flung the door open, dragging him into the hotel and up to our room.

I slammed the door behind us and pressed him against it. "There's only one way to celebrate don't you think?" His eyes turned darker with lust and he pressed himself against me, letting me know he wanted it as much as I did. I panted before kissing him roughly and pulling him towards the bed.

"Can you imagine us one day, after everything dies down living normally together in our own place and looking back on all these wild memories?" I asked as Louis sucked on my neck, pushing me down onto the matress. "Wild like fucking after the BRITs, is that what you want to tell the grandkids?" I laughed into his hair and ran my hand up his back. "No, like winning at the BRITs you numpty, don't you ever think about our life afterwards, do you think about us?" He pulled away from leaving a trail of love bites down my chest and rested his chin on me, looking into my eyes. "I think about a lot of things Haz, and you're always there no matter what happens, like a constant because you make me strong."