Falling In Love (L.S)

Chapter 12

Harry spins around in his office chair and frowns. It's been a little under a month since Halloween and he's still no closer to figuring out his feelings. He feels awkward by touching Carly, he feels guilty for not wanting to touch her, and then he hates himself for feeling guilty because it makes him think he's doing something wrong; so then he gives in and touches her. It's not a healthy relationship right now that much he knows, and he also knows he's going to have make a change soon.

The thing is he was jealous the night of Halloween. He was actually, physically, jealous when he thought Louis was with another man. That's not a normal reaction to a friend, and he's been trying to convince himself that he thinks of Louis as a little brother that he wants to protect but his dick reminds him that's not the case.

He groans harder and pulls on his curls. Louis opens the door to the office and Harry sits up, remembering what he wanted to discuss with Louis in the first place.

"Hey Har." Louis greets as takes his seat and hands over freshly made cinnamon buns. Harry salivates and eats the warm goodness and forgets, for a moment, what he wanted to talk about.

"Fuck these are good." Harry moans. Louis ducks and mumbles a thanks; claiming he made them from scratch. Harry fights the urge to kiss the boy his gratitude.

"I actually wanted to ask you a question." Harry lowers his voice as Louis nods; giving his full attention. "Are you and Richard taking self-defense classes together?" He doesn't mean for his tone to come off as accusatory as it does.

"Yeah we are. Have been for about two weeks now." The assistant mumbles his response. Harry leans back in chair and stuffs his face with the rest of the cinnamon bun. He can glare and chew.

"Why wouldn't you want to do that with me?" Fuck. Now he sounds whiny and jealous.

"I didn't think you wanted to since you're already going to church with me, working with me, and doing yoga with me on the weekends." Louis shrugs, looking small. How can this boy really think Harry doesn't want to spend more time with him? Harry wants to spend all the time with him!

"Lou, I could never tire of you. If you ever want to do something let me know yeah?" Louis nods and looks a bit brighter even though his cheeks are now a tad flushed.

"Are you jealous that I chose Richard?" Louis smirks. Harry sits up and says 'no' too quickly. Louis beams and then gets up and straddles Harry's waist in the chair. Harry holds the boy as his assistant leans down and rests his head on Harry's chest. "It's okay to be jealous Harry. I'm still yours." Louis teases.

"I know you're mine." Harry replies honestly and quickly. Louis quirks an eyebrow and looks amused. He holds the man tighter and that's when the door opens again and in pops Liam who smirks at the sight.

"Should I come back?" He points to the door but walks further into the room which makes no sense to Harry at all.

"Just giving Harry cuddles; the man was jealous." Louis blurts out and Harry glares at the tiny person betraying him, from his lap. "I can give you cuddles too if you'd like." Before Harry can respond Louis is jumping into Liam's arm leaving Harry glaring at the scene before him.

"Well, well, well; aren't you just the cuddle whore." Harry glares harder.

"Oi, nothing wrong with giving out my cuddles." Louis pouts cutely. Harry feels his resolve weakening. So he turns to Liam and continues glaring; he is someone Harry can stay mad at.

"Don't hurt the messenger. Just came to drop the Sanders case off." Liam puts his hands up. Harry stops glaring to slam his head on the desk.

"I hate that man." Harry shouts into the air while Liam laughs.