'Cause I Can Love You More Than Stan

four

Louis snaps out of his half-asleep state, the rumble of Harry's voice on his chest. "Yea baby?" He says, eyes droopy and his chin resting on top of Harry's head.

"Uh, this is kind of random but we should be more open with eachother." His voice is groggy and shaky. "And, and, I know it's late but I won't be able to get sleep if we don't talk about this tonight."

Louis yawns and speaks softly, "Oh. What is it then?" He's just hoping it won't be one of those philosophical spiels Harry goes on about how butterflies can't see their wings or how humans are like cucumbers. God, please no. Come on Hazz! Just keep yourself curled up beside me and when we wake up I'll stick my hand down your pants and alleviate your morning wood. Is it too much to ask?

"Tonight was- well it ended nicely and I feel so good now but," Harry struggles to make his point clear. Louis is barely listening. He wants to be dreaming already, most likely about something pornographic.

"maybe don't spend anymore time with Stan for a good while, he makes my confidence go down. You've always looked at him funny too."

Luckily, Harry can't notice, but Louis rolls his eyes and clenches his jaw.

"Get some shut eye 'rry, and some shut mouth too." He's still tired of course, but had it in him to defend his mate. He doesn't want Harry to worry so much about his friendship's with guys. He wants to be trusted.

Harry huffs, rolls off Louis' chest and onto the empty, cold, spot next to him and faces his body in opposite direction. Shit.

Louis silently flips onto his side, away from Harry. Double shit. The tension in the room was colder than the wind from the balcony door that they left open.

The next morning a beam of noon light shines through the window, blinding Louis when he opens his eyes. Immediately after waking up, he notices that the bed isn't sunken in on Harry's side, because he isn't there. For fuck's sake. Louis looks around the room. The place looks smutty. There's cum on the sheets that aren't even his own, a bottle of lube on display, and various clothing articles scattered about. But Harry's clothes were gone.

His Jack Wills hoodie, the one he uses for enhanced dramatic flair with his hood up, is gone. Louis is about to lose it. He thought things were going to be fine again.

"Hazza!" He shouts. "Harry?!" No answer. He walks out of the room, into the hallway, and down the stairs. The house looks like shit. Solo cups are everywhere and there are people passed out on the floor. Louis was all used to this though.

He sees Stan in the kitchen. He doesn't look alright. Yes, he looks hungover for sure, but his face is blank and he looks annoyed.

"'Mornin' Louis." He says in a sedated way. Stan hardly ever calls him by his full first name.

"Uh hey Stannie," Louis replies. "You didn't happen to see Harry this morning did you?"

"Well, yes I did, actually. What is wrong with your little boytoy!" He sounds upset. "Is he nuts?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Louis is surprised and worried. What did Harry do? Stan always expressed appreciation for Harry because he knew he made Louis very happy.

"He comes down here, 8am, shoves me awake and then goes on to tell me that I need to stop seeing you. That I'm making you spend less time with him. I don't know where he went, because I told him to stop being delusional. I didn't know you invited him over Lou."

Louis massages his temples and sighs. "Damn, sorry. He's just been really clingy lately. I love him though, always. I've been so busy partying and hanging around with you, he thinks I don't care about him. I didn't invite him over by the way. He showed up and I found him all gloomy sitting on your porch outside of your room.

Stan shrugs. "What an emo. Fuck relationships. All of my flings know they aren't the only ones. I am in polygamous relationships, those are the only ones I'm okay with." He chuckles.

"I'm not like you, wanker. I devote myself to one person like a loyal lad does." Louis replies jokingly.

"Haha, remember when we used to practice with each other, snogging?

"Jesus Stannie don't bring that up. It haunts me." Louis quirks into into a fake disgusted face.

"I will say, Harry is lucky. You are a good kisser."

Harry at this moment, ironically walks into the kitchen, his intention to grab some water. He had left the house for a moody jog around the block while he listened to every song on Adele's album, 19.

"Oh." Harry's eyes drop to the ground and he turns away. Louis goes over to him and jerks him around. Stan awkwardly sits on the counter observing the two in front of him.

"Look me in the eyes." He has Harry's wrists tightly gripped by his hands. Harry nervously looks up at him. His face is inches away from Harry's and he can feel his breath. "Yes Stan is right, we used to kiss each other. But he is straight. We were just experimenting and this was ages ago." The green eyes in front of him traveled self consciously around the room.

"H, look at me." Louis says firmly. "There is nobody in the world I love more than you. Well, my mum is an exception. But hey, she loves you too. She loves you with me." Louis had to put that in there. "So kiss me, fool. You're so damn cute and protective. It's downright annoying sometimes but I know you're coming from a good place."

He lets go of one of Harry's wrists and uses that hand to pinch his rosy cheeks playfully. Harry tries to suppress a giggle. That doesn't work. He leans into Louis to give him a kiss. It starts off chaste and sweet, but then they really go at it. Louis shoves his tongue into him and Harry grinds subtly against Louis' thigh. Louis moans lightly into his mouth and runs his hand up Harry's torso under his jumper.

"This is fucking gross, goodbye." Stan gets up to leave the room. But before he does he says, "Harry I know you have a tongue in your mouth right now, but I just want to make sure there are no hard feelings right?

Harry breaks away from the kiss and Louis' body and Louis wipes his mouth off with his sleeve. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I'm so - ugh - I don't know. Stupid sometimes. Don't practice with Lou anymore though." They all laugh together. Harry really wondered how far they went with that. When did they do this and why? A conversation for another time he thought.

"Mario Cart anyone?" Stan suggests. Harry and Louis both nod their heads.

"Louis is brilliant at Mario, you won't be able to beat him." Stan pokes fun at Harry.

"Nah Stan, I think we kind of share that really. Haz is wicked at it."  Louis says, and Harry smiles at him admiringly. He loves him so much.

"I'm going to pop up to my room and get changed out of these ratty clothes. Be back in a sec." Stan walks away from the kitchen and Louis and Harry call after him.

"No!"

"Don't go up there!" Louis says with a nervous laugh.

"Um why?" Stan looks skeptical and tilts his head curiously kind of like a dog.

"All i'm gonna say is I'll take your sheets to the launderette and replace your lube." Louis stammers and Harry rubs the back of his neck from embarrassment. Louis winks at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK MATE?!"Stan exclaims, mimicking a vomiting noise.

stay tuned for part 5