Just Let Me Adore You

XV

Louis had a boring life and that was not something he felt shame for. No, not at all. A boring life is a privilege.

He paid his bills on time. He went to work at the same time every day. Hell, he even ate steak for dinner every other Friday from his favorite restaurant.

He was boring and that was good.

For the first twenty odd years of his life, he'd prayed for the boring normality of this life. He idolized the idea of a single-family vacation to Disney, a new car once a decade, and a pet that ate better than he did most of his childhood.

He may occasionally sleep with a top grossing pop punk artist or said artist's husband and he may also be raising a set of teenagers at the fresh young age of twenty eight, but he insisted he was boring.

He wore that badge with honor.

He'd only ever been validated in his studies, so it tracked that after undergrad he was funneled into a PhD program. The money wasn't great in that line of work but with Liam, Niall, and Louis all working, they made enough to carry one household.

His girls (and they were his no matter what he'd said about that in the past) didn't work and they didn't ask for much. Once Louis finished his post doc he signed a new lease, got the girls each a room of their own (even if they ended up sleeping in one room anyways).

Niall and Liam still lived together—in the same building—but they all needed some independence and legally the girls were his alone. But other than all those things, Louis was boring.

So boring, in fact, he sat home alone on a Saturday night looking over papers his TA had already graded. Netflix on in the background, when he heard the knock. If you could even call it that.

Someone was pounding on his door. Louis jumped to his feet, striding across the living room and kitchen in a few steps and whipping the door open. He may be a doctor now, but he grew up in the hood and he was ready to curse someone out.

That is until he saw who was there.

A heavy curse forced back down his throat.

Harry Styles was here. A global sensation. A fucking sex god in the eyes of any teenager you could ask.

One beat of silence and then he was on him.

Harry wasted no time, stepping through the door and gripping the side of Louis' face. Their mouths were together in an instant, not too hard but certainly nothing like those soft little kisses they shared as teenagers.

Louis couldn't help it, pressing closer and opening his lips to pull Harry's tongue into his mouth. His own tongue skirting the back of the taller man's front teeth. Those big hands sunk lower glancing his sides and made a home for themselves on Louis' ass.

He made quite an unmanly sound when Harry lifted him, in one step entering the apartment and slamming the door shut with his foot. Louis' back hit the wall, knocking the air from his lungs before Harry's mouth was back of his. Harry's body stiff against Louis' chest.

Using just the force of them together and a single hand to keep Louis high on the wall. Harry's other hand worked its way through Louis' hair and tightened at the base of his skull. Directing him. Guiding him.

Pressing his head to the side, their lips fell apart and Harry kissed his neck, behind his ear, "Fuck, you've gotten big."

Harry paused, pulling his head back so their noses brushed but they didn't touch completely, "What?"

"Y-y-you've gotten..." Louis gulped, finally noticing the hard press of Harry's erection against his lower stomach, "...big."

The green eyed man smiled, softly whispering, "You like that?"