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Chapter 42

Harry's hands were roaming over Louis's back feverishly as he kept their lips pressed together. He gasped into Louis's mouth as one of Louis's hands crept down, squeezing lightly at his arse.

Louis took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Harry's mouth, and Harry let out a small, quiet moan.

Harry was overwhelmed by passion and lust and happiness and all the wonderful emotions that ever existed. He had wanted to kiss Louis for so long, though he had tried his best to convince himself otherwise, but now that he was kissing Louis, he was sure it was all he needed for the rest of his life.

"Louis-" Harry gasped as he pulled away.

"God, you're gorgeous." Louis muttered, taking Harry's appearance into account. His pupils were blown, and his lips were red and puffy.

"This is okay, right?" Harry breathed out.

"Of course it is, darling. You wanna go somewhere quieter so we can talk?"

Harry didn't want to talk. He wanted to kiss. To kiss Louis. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, but he knew that they needed to talk, and so he nodded.

"Back to the hotel?" Louis suggested.

Harry nodded again, "just one more dance?"

"One more dance." Louis agreed, and Harry grinned.

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The two sat down on the hotel room bed, Harry sitting as close as possible to Louis, still fuzzy from the alcohol.

"Did you want me to kiss you?" Harry asked, his words a teeny bit slurred.

"Are you mental? Of course I did. If you hadn't have done it, I certainly would have."

"I like you Lou, I really, really like you Lou." Harry smiled, resting his head on Louis's shoulder. "And it's okay if you don't, you know? I'll get over it, but I like you so much."

"Jesus." Louis laughed, shaking his head. He tilted Harry's chin up from his soldier, pressing a soft kiss to Harry's lips. He felt Harry smile into it, and as he did so, Louis did too. "This has been a long time coming. The amount of times I had to stop myself from kissing you, jesus."

"Everytime you call me one of those names I get butterflies, and everytime you kissed my cheek or my forehead I was so tempted to kiss you."

"How are those butterflies feeling right now then darling?" Louis asked, placing a hand where Harry's moth tattoo was situated.

"Going fucking crazy. Am I dreaming? Pinch me, Louis. Pinch me." Harry sat up suddenly, looking Louis dead in the eye.

"I'm not pinching you, H." Louis chuckled, "this is real."

"It doesn't feel real. Are you sure it's real?"

Louis raised his eyebrows. "Does this prove that it's real?" He leaned forwards, tugging Harry gently towards him as he pressed their lips together again.

"Yes." Harry breathed out. "What now?"

"When we get back, I'm taking you on a proper date. We'll take it day by day, yeah?"

"Yeah." Harry agreed. "Wanna go back to the bar and dance with me again?" He asked with a cheeky smile.

"Not really babe." Louis laughed, "I'm not walking all the way back here. Let's just dance here."

Harry nodded eagerly, moving to put music on. When Harry had asked to dance again, Louis thought he had meant something like in the bar. He definitely didn't expect for Harry to put on some old jazz music.

Harry scooted off the bed, holding out his hand. "Dance with me."

Louis followed after him, taking Harry's outstretched hand. Louis pulled Harry closer, holding him close as they began to dance- neither of them having any ability.

Harry giggled, dropping his head to Louis's shoulder as they moved.

"How long have you liked me?" Harry asked into Louis's neck.

"I really don't know, I just know it's been too long. Months."

"Me too." Harry smiled, "can't believe everyone else was right about us liking eachother. I should've listened and this could've happened sooner."

"Well, now is better than never. So much better." He punctuated his sentence with a kiss to Harry's curls, "so, so much better."

"Fuck me, I'm giddy."

"You're so weird." Louis teased, "who uses giddy in this day and age?"

"Hey, I'm an English teacher." Harry whined.

"Would never have guessed." Louis said. A fond smile spread across his face as he heard Harry try to stifle a yawn.

"Are you actually about to fall asleep on me?"

"Maybe." Harry's hand found its way to Louis's shoulder blades and he held him tightly.

"Don't you maybe wanna get undressed before you go to sleep?" Louis asked in amusement.

"Bet you'd like that." Harry looked up with a cheeky grin.

"Shut up, H." Louis snorted.

"Your true colours are already showing." Harry prodded him. He pulled away reluctantly, flopping onto the bed- taking off his shirt and kicking off his trousers. He lay there in his boxers, tank top and socks, staring up at Louis. "Cuddle and sleep?"

Louis nodded, he took his own jeans and shirt off, climbing next to Harry. He slid an arm around Harry's waist and Harry snuggled up against him, burying his head into Louis's neck.

They lay in comfortable silence for a while before Harry let out a small giggle.

"What's so funny Bambi?"

"Nothing, I'm just happy. And I think a little tipsy. But mainly happy. I'm happy with you."

"Oh, aren't you just lovely?" Louis thumbed over Harry's shoulder blade.

Harry pressed a kiss to Louis's skin, settling down for sleep. Louis reached to turn off the lamp before resting his chin upon Harry's head.

"Just lovely." Harry repeated sleepily before a soft snore came from his mouth.