Sugar and Spice

Chapter 15

TW: foul language

LOUIS' POV
I fucked up.

​Majorly.

​I wanted to kiss Harry, more than I've wanted anything. But I couldn't. Not when Harry's first stunt was tomorrow. Not when we were both closeted businessmen who were supposed to be each other's biggest competitors.

​But damn did I want to kiss Harry.

Standing in the hallway outside my bedroom door, I realize I wanted more than just a kiss. I wanted to call Harry mine. I wanted to fall asleep with him in my arms and wake up to morning kisses, neither of us caring about bad breath. I want to hold his hand and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. I wanted to love him.

Because I think I already do. 

I look at my bedroom door, and without thinking, I open it and make the rash decision to knock on the bathroom door. Where I could hear small sniffles being emitted from Harry.

"Harry, love." I say softly.

"Please unlock the door, I want to apologize." I reason.

Silence.

​"Harry, please."

​I hear a choked sob from behind the door, "Go away, Louis."

​"Harry, darling, I'm so fucking sorry. Please just let me explain." I plead.

​"No. Go watch the game." Harry says, his voice muffled.

​"I don't give two shits about the game, H. Now, I would prefer to not do this through the door, but if I have to, then I will."

"Harry," I let out a breathy laugh. "Where do I begin?" I slide my body down the door until I'm sitting on the floor.

"You are weirdly polite, and it's way too endearing. You love to cuddle; you have these lovely curly locks that I could never get bored of. You make terrible jokes, but I laugh anyway because you're adorable." I ramble out.

I take a deep breath, "You're insecure when you shouldn't be, and I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life trying to convince you of your beauty. You are the most breathtaking human I have ever seen, with your alluring green eyes and don't even get me started on your lips. They're sinful. And ever since that damn dare Zayn gave me, I've wanted to kiss them again."

I sigh, and pick at a string on my jersey, "Remember when we went out to that bar, just the two of us?" I smile at the memory.

"You wore that fucking lip-gloss, and I don't think I've ever wanted to kiss somebody more, Harry. Don't get me wrong, you're lips always look good, but the way they shine when you put that stuff on. God, it makes me feel a type of way."

"I could sit and talk about you for hours, love. Longer. You probably want me to leave, though, which I understand."

"I'm a complete dickhead, and I'm really sorry for everything. But fuck Haz, I think I'm falling for you and it's so shitty because I can't have you. And even if I could, I don't deserve someone as amazing as you, H. You're fucking perfect." I stop to take a deep, shaky breath.

​"M' not perfect. Nobody's perfect." Harry says, breaking his silence.

​I break out into a grin because Harry said something. "Yes, you are, baby. You're perfect to me. And I won't hesitate to tell you that every day."

​I hear some shuffling, and eventually the click of a lock. I rush to my feet, nervous of what's waiting for me behind the protection of the door.

​The door opens, and there stands Harry. Beautiful as ever. I instantly soften, my face breaking into a soft smile.

​He looks up at me, his cheeks are tear-stained, but his eyes are glistening with hope. "You really mean that?"

​I smile even wider, "Every word."

​"Even the part where you said you were falling for me?" He asked, his voice sounding small.

​I watch as he looks down and begins to fidget with the rings on his fingers. "No, I lied."

​Harry's face falls.

"I'm not just falling for you anymore, I'm helplessly in love with you, Harry Edward Styles. And I really hope I'm not the only one who feels this way." I rush out.

Harry's frown breaks into an impossibly large grin, both dimples popping. Before I know it, he's jumped into my arms, wrapping his legs around me. I'm caught off guard, but somehow manage to stay balanced.

"You better not be joking around, Tomlinson. Because I'm pretty sure I've been in love with you since the moment you defended me in Simon's office." Harry says.

I let out a sigh of relief, and beam at him before pausing, "Shit, Simon."

Harry removed his face from the crook of my neck, "Louis," He warned.

"Your first stunt is tomorrow, H. I can't do this to you. All I will do is make your life more complicated." I rambled. 

I felt Harry's hand on my fringe, "Lou, don't think that way. I'll still do the stunt tomorrow, and when it's done, we can hang out the whole day and I'll force you to listen to me talk shit about Olivia."

I chuckled, "Are you sure, Haz? What about Simon? If he finds out about us-"

"He won't." Harry interrupted.

"We can keep this a secret for a while, just to see if everything works out between us. But I need you to know," Harry put his pointer finger on my chest, "that we will tell him eventually and we won't take any shit from him. Okay?"

I took a deep breath, "Are you sure you want to do this, with me?" I asked, still unsure as to how Harry could be so kind to me even after everything, I had done to him.

"More than anything, Lou."

We look into each other's eyes for a few moments, before Harry cups my cheeks and says, "Now kiss me, you fool."

We lean in, our lips meeting in the middle. When my lips touched his, it felt like the world stopped. I knew nothing but the feeling of Harry's lips on my own. It was a simple kiss, no tongue, just us enjoying the feeling each other's lips on ours. We pulled apart catch another glimpse at one another.

Harry giggled, moving his face into the crook of my neck, and letting it rest there.

I look at the beautiful boy in my arms, "How did I get so fucking lucky?" I ask no one in particular.

"I'm the lucky one." Harry points out.

"Can't disagree with that." I joke, and Harry slaps me in my arm softly.

He jumps out of my grip, and I immediately feel cold. That goes away when Harry reattaches his lips to my own. I snake my arms around his waist, and he wraps his around my neck. Harry's lips were soft on mine. With hesitancy, he followed my lead.

I added a little more pressure and Harry parted his lips delightfully. Everything seemed to be slow motion. All of Harry filled  my senses and I never wanted to pull away.
​
I slid my tongue along his bottom lip, asking for access, to which Harry granted. I pulled Harry even closer, if possible.

Just when it seemed like they would never pull away, not even for air, "Get it Haz!' A loud Irish voice sounded from the doorway.

Harry quickly removed himself from my arms, to which I reacted to by grabbing him by his waist again, pulling him close.

"Go away Niall." I grumbled. Niall, always finding a way to interrupt the most important things.

"Yeah, um, you might want to come downstairs." Niall said, tentatively.

"Why?" I question, my interest peaked.

"Manchester is losing." Niall whispered.

​"But I'm winning." I replied in a soft voice, looking at Harry.

​Niall scoffed, "You are more whipped than I thought."