The Boy With Secrets (L.S .) *completed*

12.

~~12 days until graduation~~

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Louis pov

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I wake up to the smell of pancakes and bacon.

Yeah I'm up.

I swiftly get out of bed and throw a pair of sweatpants on, I look around and notice Harry is gone, so he has to be the one cooking.

I make my way downstairs to see Harry and Clifford having a fight over a toy.

"Who's cooking?" Harry quickly drops the toy and runs to his somehow not burnt pancakes.

"Me!" He gives me a cheeky smile and I roll my eyes.

I sit at the table next to Mum and Anne 

"Boobear?" 

"Yeah?" I stop playing with the salt shaker and look up at her.

"Me, Jay and Sal are all going to the store, you boys should stay here since it is safer." 

I nod "Okay, hey Harold want to watch a new episode of friends?" He gives me a "mhm" in response but it seems like he has something else on his mind.

I shrug it off and soon enough the pancakes are finished.

We all eat, me and Harry having a foot war under the table of course.

I offer to wash the dishes with Harry while everyone else heads off and gets dressed.

"So what do you want to do because you didn't seem too interested in friends."

Before Harry can respond, aunt Sally comes running down the stairs "we're leaving!" They all run out the door in a rush and I turn back to Harry with raised eyebrows waiting on an answer.

He pushes me against the counter "I have an idea" 

"Oh, you do now," I say with a smirk, "and what would that be young Harold?"

He lets out a hum and attaches his lips to my neck, "I think you know." He says before sucking harshly at my sweet spot. 

I let out a moan and he smirks against my skin and presses his hips forward and into mine, we both let out groans at the friction.

I lift my hands and sharply tug at his almost shoulder length hair, he lets out a moan into the crook of my neck and tugs at the hem of my shirt and I immediately tug it off and do the same to his.

He starts trailing kisses down the side of my neck to my collarbones and sucks harshly. His hands wander down to the top of my sweatpants and I pull back slightly. 

“Wait, wait baby wait” I say, he pulls back with concern written on his face, clearly thinking something is wrong but before he could ask anything, I continue, “bed yeah? Don't want to do this in the kitchen right?” he nods and grabs our discarded shirts off the floor before taking my wrist and practically dragging me into our bedroom.

He pulls me through the door and slams it shut then locks it just to be safe before grabbing me by the waste and practically throwing me onto the bed before climbing up and straddling me.

Instead of connecting our lips in a kiss like I was expecting he attaces his lips to my jaw. He starts to trail wet open mouth kisses from my jaw down my neck and to my collarbones, sucking harshly when he gets there, before sticking his tongue out and trailing it down my chest. The feeling of Harry’s tongue sliding down my chest sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.