Stuck with Lou ✔️

Chapter 12

"I love you." Harry says, there's hope glimmering in his eyes.

"I love you too." Louis tells Harry, soft smile playing across his thin lips.

They end up kissing, and Harry gets a little desperate. 

"Oi. Haz. I'm not gonna touch you til you shower." Louis says, pushing Harry off.

The boy whines, before ambling to his adjoining bathroom. Louis follows after a few moments, finding a naked Harry under the warm stream of water. He strips, joining the boy. 

He runs his hands along Harry's sides, the boy's head dropping back against his shoulder. He traces the butterfly inked on his tummy, fingers travelling up the expanse of his torso. His fingers swirl around the boy's nipples, and he bites his lip. "Still can't believe you have an extra set of nipples." 

Harry chuckles breathlessly, grinding against Louis' semi. Suddenly Harry crowds him against the wall, sucking a mark into the skin just under his collarbone. 

For a good ten minutes, Louis just stands there, letting Harry suck a purpling bruise into his skin. He alternates between just sucking on the skin, biting a bit, licking over the mark. 

Harry keeps murmuring about how Louis is his, punctuating each murmur with a bite. 

Eventually, the boy steps away, leaving a humongous love bite and Louis' skin feeling tingly and sensitive in his wake. 

Louis starts rifling through the shampoos, and Harry drapes himself over Louis' back to grab one. Louis' entirely encompassed by the younger boy, and Louis can feel his hard on nestling between the his ass cheeks. 

Suddenly Harry has his hand wrapped around Louis' dick, the other arm wrapped protectively around his chest. He starts jerking Louis off, grinding against Louis' ass as he does so.

Louis moans, leaning his head against Harry's broad shoulders, and the boy starts nibbling and biting at his neck. He tugs on his earlobe, whispering something filthy (which can never be repeated) in his ear. Louis feels light-headed. 

A moment later Louis feels Harry splatter his load across Louis' back, and that's what sends him over the edge. 

Harry turns him around, and starts licking the cum off of his stomach, tracing his abs with his tongue pointed. Harry has his gigantic hands on Louis' waist, holding him steady.

***

A while later, Harry's asleep, and Louis kisses him on the forehead, writes him a note explaining himself, and leaves.

He deliberates for a while, before whining, giving himself a pep talk.

Finally, he goes downstairs, finding Mark about to leave.

"Mark." The man turns, eyes crinkling with a smile when he sees Louis standing there, nervously fidgeting. 

"Louis, how about we talk outside?" Mark asks, and Louis nods.

They sit in Mark's car, it's the exact same. Louis doesn't want to think about that. 

"How's football going?" Mark asks.

"Alright, yeah." He says. 

"That's good."

"Why did you stop coming to my matches?" Louis blurts, and. Jesus Christ. He sounds like a whiny little bitch. An insecure, whiny little bitch. A very, very, VERY insecure whiny little bitch.

"I didn't think you'd want me there, son." Mark says, gaze level and sure. His voice is steady. He seems so sure of himself, like he makes perfect sense.

"It was our thing!" Louis exclaims. He can't help himself. 

"I went to the game the week after the divorce was finalised, Louis. You seemed pretty unhappy to see me."

"BECAUSE MY FUCKING PARENTS JUST DIVORCED YOU DUMB FUCK." Louis yells. Mark winces.

"I'm n-" he begins. Louis cuts him off.

"In case you forgot, I don't fucking know my real father. I fucking took your last name. You're the only father I properly had and you left too." Louis says. His voice is icy. Mark looks sad. "You left, you didn't even try until a few months ago."

"I was giving you time to cool off..." Mark interjects.

"Evidently that didn't work in your favour. And. And another thing-" fuck he's getting choked up again. "You acted like I wasn't there. When you were talking about custody and stuff. And I get that I'm not biologically yours and it'd be a lost cause, especially cause I was seventeen... But you could of at least made it seem like you would of if you could of. Made an effort to make it seem like you still wanted to see me." He finishes pathetically.

Mark looks upset. "I had no idea you felt like that, Louis. I'm so sorry. I was so wrapped up in trying to-" Mark clears his throat. "Trying to sort everything out and ending it with no hard feelings that you got pushed to the side, and I realised far too late what happened. I'm sorry. Can we move past this? Repair our relationship?" 

Louis nods, and Mark leans forward to hug him.

"Now, can I ask why you were in the Styles house?" Mark asks, and Louis chuckles.

He tells Mark, about Harry. About how he feels, about how Harry feels, about his mum knowing, about Louis catching them together, about the little things he knows about Harry, about how Harry prefers Louis' house to his own. He tells Mark about being in denial for so long. He tells him about how Harry would climb the tree. About how Harry would always steal his clothes, his food. About how he knew that Harry would borrow money and then replace double the amount, but would deny it every time. He tells Mark everything about Harry, but especially about how wrong he was about the other boy. He tells Mark that he fears loving Harry- something he hasn't told anyone else. How he's scared of how much he loves the boy, because they're so young, surely you can't love someone so much? Surely he can't be thinking about forever with someone? He tells Mark about how Harry's parents don't realise the fact that Harry loves football, they think of it as a hobby. How Harry feels like he has to work ten times harder to be noticed in between all the arguing and the fighting, and even then he isn't. 

He talks. And Mark listens. And Louis feels light. Because he admitted to Harry the feelings he had. And he talked to Mark.

His life couldn't get any better.