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chapter four

Word count: 1021

LOUIS POV:

While Louis got off the phone, he wondered if Harry could tell that he was nervous, although he thought he did a pretty good job covering it up. It's not like he expected something to happen while Harry was here, but in the back of his mind, he hoped something did.

"Look after the fray, right?" He heard Harry say when he walked back into the room.

"Yeah, one of my favourites. Me and my old band used to sing it a lot." Lou rarely talked about his old band. The only people that really knew about it were people from school and his family. He watched as a smile spread across Harry's face. The butterflies were definitely awake now.

"No way, you were in a band too? In school, I was in one called the White Eskimo. We all just stopped talking after school. What happened to yours?"

"My band was also in school. We were called The Rouge. Look, I even have it tattooed on my ankles." He pulled up the ends of his pants. "And I got kicked out by the main guitarist. I think he was just jealous I was taking all his glory, his loss though," Harry giggled.

"He laughed, because of... me," Louis' heart fluttered. He wondered why he felt like this. Surely he wasn't catching feelings for someone he just met.

"If I were him, I'd never let you go," The words seemed like they just rolled off Harry's tongue.

"Y-You wouldn't?"

Without warning, he pulled Lou onto his lap and smashed their lips together. After a while, Harry broke the kiss, gasping for air. He looked up at Louis and smiled, showing his soft dimples on the sides of his cheeks. He wanted to stay like this forever. In Haz's arms. Louis grabbed the hem of Harry's shirt and pulled it over his head, before returning their lips together. He felt Harry pulled his shirt back over himself to cover his stomach. He knew something was wrong but didn't want to say anything, at least not right now. As Louis began to grind against him, the taller boy slid his tongue along his bottom lip then into his mouth. Both tongues fort for dominance in each other's mouths, Louis lost, which shocked him. He'd never lost before. Within minutes he felt himself get hard. How could you blame him, Harry's hands gripping onto his hips and his tongue down his throat. Haz's hands slid from his hips to his ass, then slowly down to the front of his pants. As he felt them unbutton he anciently let out a loud moan. Harry pulled his lips away from Lou's and latched onto his neck, being careful to not leave any marks behind. Harry tried, but it was hard to concentrate when Louis had reached down and began to slowly palm him through his pants. Now he could feel Harry getting hard. Everything was well until the doorbell rang.

"Stupid fucking doorbell," Louis thought.

When he returned from the door, Harry was sat in the same place from when he left, except this time he had put his shirt back on and his breathing had almost returned to normal.

"Haz, pizzas here," Lou laid down the pizza box in front of Harry, the expression from his face turned pale.

"Thanks, but I'm not going to lie, I'm not very hungry," Louis understood, but he wanted Harry to at least eat one piece. He didn't want to be the only one eating.

"try at least one piece. For me." He smiled up at Harry and reached across and grabbed a slice of pizza, Harry watched then did the same. Louis saw him hesitate as he carefully lifted the pizza to his mouth. But Lou just assumed that he didn't like pepperoni that much; maybe he was more of a cheese guy.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to eat it if you don't want to. I should have gotten something different."

"no, no it's okay. I just haven't eaten pepperoni in a while, that's all." After Harry had finished his sentence, he lifted the slice to his mouth and took a bite.

"see," Harry said smiling. "I do like it. Could I quickly use your bathroom?" he suddenly said looking down into his hands.

"Down the hall to the righ-" Louis didn't even finish his sentence before harry stood up and ran towards Louie's directions. Maybe the dude just really needed to go.

"What song would he like, what songgg." He flicked through his records. Before deciding on 'hey there Delilah'. As he slipped the record on, he heard a loud crash coming from the bathroom.

"HARRY? HAZ?" after no answer Lou ran to the bathroom, with his hands shaking.

"Harry? What happened?" he stood at the sink with his hands behind his back.

"Promise you won't laugh," he waited for Louis to nod. "kay uh well, I tripped over my foot and accidentally knocked the bin over." As he talked he pointed over to the bin. Even if he just promised, he couldn't contain himself and let out a small giggle before slapping his hand over his face.

"Whoops."

"Louuuiiiiieeee, you Promissedddd." He whined. "Looks like you now owe me one of your BEST hoodies."

"Or what?" Louis teased.

"If you don't get me one, I'll just go find them for myself," Harry smirked.

"Fine, hurry up before I change my mind." As Louis walked to his room, Harry skipped happily behind him humming little tunes to himself.

"This one, this one. Pleaseeee." Harry begged as he held up a blue hoodie in front of Lou waiting for approval before putting it on.

"Looks better on you anyway." He said nudging Harry. He smiled before bending over pressing a kiss on Lou's forehead leaving him blushing.

"I chose it because it reminds me of your ocean eyes," Harry said, throwing a pillow at him. "Bluey. There's another name for you" Lou threw the pillow back at Harry.

"Then another one for you is green, like your eyes." he laughed at himself.

"Damn, we're cheesy,"

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That was the worst smut I've ever written/ read ahhhh

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1/10/2021

-kaitie xx