loucifer ✔

forty one

Louis still thought this was some fucked up joke of Harry's and that Harry is actually the best liar in the world.

But Harry was serious, Louis always knows when Harry is serious, he just didn't want to believe it. Whats next, he hung a baby goat?

Yes, Harry got Louis back by telling him the most fucked up part of his teenage era. While Harry is mentally fucked up and emotionally drained, Louis is traumatized and stuck imagining his boyfriend as a murderer.

"You scared?" Harry chuckled, still in Louis' face.

"No." Louis mumbled with his arms crossed.

"I can make you feel better.." Harry whispered in Louis' ear making shivers go up and down the boy's spine. Harry placed his finger on Louis' soft spot as he twirled the pad of his index finger on it, removing it as he stuck out his to tongue to lick it.

"Harry.." Louis whispered, already feeling the need to moan as the man teases the most sensitive part of his body. Harry continued to swirl his tongue as he sucked on the sensitive skin, teeth softly grinding into it.

"Harry!" Louis repeated louder, "shit.." he hissed, throwing his head back as Harry continued, "stop." He said, pushing Harry away.

"Why can't I have sex with you now?" Harry asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"You just said you wanted me fucked up so we're even, Harry that is not a good way to start off." Louis explained.

Harry just chuckled at him while shaking his head.

"Such a prude, yeah?"

Louis clenched his jaw and got up from the couch, stomping away to the kitchen mumbling incoherent words under his breath.

.

Mid afternoon after Harry's chilling confession and making Louis upset they decided to stay in separate rooms, nobody said a word to each other and nobody protested against it.

They wanted to be separate.

Both of them.

Harry stayed downstairs watching Television which had nothing but cartoons that Harry had no problem watching, he was actually having a proper good time dancing in his seat while watching The Backyardigans on the Noggin channel.

Meanwhile Louis was contemplating if he should jump out the window and run home.

But that's a long jump.

Louis sat at the end of the bed on the verge of falling asleep, giving up on his plans and thinking.

"Louis!" Harry called out.

Louis didn't respond, just laid there, staring at the ceiling.

"Loooueh!" Harry sung in falsetto, Louis groaned and sat up sloppily, standing up completely and dragging his feet across the carpeted floor as he walks downstairs.

"Hey?" Harry smiled.

"Hi there.." Louis yawned, Harry walked over to him and smiled lightly, tilting his head up and kissing him on his lips.

Louis stood on his tippy toes so Harry wouldn't have to bend down and fuck up his back even more than it already is.

"Thank you.." Harry smiled softly, holding Louis closely to him.

"I didn't do anything" Said Louis, making what he said sound like a question, because he doesn't recall doing anything for Harry.

"You let me kiss you." Harry answered.