Cufflinks and Quiffed Hair // L.S.

*28*

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28th chapter, on the 28th of September. Wow. I had planned this. This chapter promises you a lot of things.

TW: Sexual content, health issues (not very descriptive)

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*Third person's POV*

Louis drove Harry to his own home, chewing on his bottom lip. The only thing stuck in his head was that he had kissed Harry that afternoon, and he regretted that. He wondered whether they would ever talk about that incident.

Harry, on the passenger's seat, sat thinking about how to mend his mistake. If only time could just turn back and take them back to the afternoon, and Harry wouldn't run away like that. He was scared. Scared he and Louis would resume their sexual practices 'without strings attached', which Harry knew he couldn't do any longer. It was hard.

He looked at Louis from his peripheral view, who was whistling 'Walking on Sunshine'.

Why was he pretending like nothing had happened? Like nothing was wrong? It was killing Harry. Would they ever talk about what happened that happened? Harry strictly doubted that.

Louis parked his car outside his mansion and Harry got out of the car, walking towards the mansion. Once inside the big black mansion, Harry asked, "Can I have uhm something to eat? I'm starving." "Don't worry, I had asked Michael to make pasta." Louis said and Harry grinned.

"Just uhm...You can change your clothes, you know. You look really tired and uhm sweaty. You can take uhm my clothes from my closet." Louis said, shrugging.

"Your clothes will be tight and small for me. Really small." Harry teased and Louis hit his arm playfully saying, "Shut up. Something is better than nothing." "Aha, sure." Harry said.

Louis pulled out an Adidas hoodie and trackpants, handing them to Harry who took them with a grateful smile. Harry began pulling his t-shirt out and got out of his jeans. Louis couldn't stop staring even though he knew it was impolite to do so. Harry in just a small piece of cloth called boxers...

Harry caught him staring and stared back at him until Louis looked up at him. Louis shook his head and closed his eyes, saying, "'M so sorry, I'll leave. I'll go microwave the pasta." As he turned to leave, Harry held him by his wrist and said, "Louis...Please."

Louis turned to look at the green-eyed man. Harry said, "Please, Louis. I-I need y-you." "I'm right here, what do you want?" Louis asked, with pretended cluelessness.

"No, I need you. P-Please." Harry pleaded but Louis shook his head, "No. I can't. I'll hurt you like b-before."

"You didn't hurt me, Louis." Harry said, hesitantly. "You and I both know that I did hurt you, Harry. I can't do that again." Louis said, shaking his head.

"Please. Just this once Louis, please. Please. Please?" Harry pleaded again and of course; Louis had to give in. He hesitantly reached forward and cupped Harry's face in his hands. Harry sighed happily and leaned into his touch as Louis caressed his cheek. Their bodies were flush against each other. Louis wondered what to do now; it all surprisingly felt new and weird to him. He felt Harry grow hard against him and said, "Go lie d-down. I'll g-get the lube and condom." Harry nodded as Louis went to get the lube.

When Louis came back, he noticed that all the black curtains had been drawn, making the room darker than it was earlier. Harry was lying on the bed, with his boxers still on.

Louis kept the lube and condom on the side table and removed his shirt quickly. He then took his position in between Harry's legs, hovering above Harry's half-naked self. Harry looked at him from beneath his fluttering eyelashes, smiling at him.