Sick Minded || L.S. ✔️

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Louis stands nervously in front of his bedroom mirror, buttoning and unbuttoning the top three buttons on his silk, blue shirt. He has never been on a date before, people always finding him much too anti-social and reserved, and he can't seem to settle the many chaotic butterflies swarming inside of his oddly warm stomach.

"Louis!" A thick Irish voice yells from downstairs. "Yer date's 'ere!" Those three terribly pronounced words make Louis both excited and even more nervous for the soon to arrive rendezvous. He wants to go, trust him, he does, but he's worried that once sex-on-legs gets to know the real him, he'll leave. He'll leave and find someone far better than his much too short self and Louis really doesn't want him to leave.

There is suddenly a soft knock on the painted white bedroom door which startles him at first, causing him to jump out of his own mind, but he quickly undoes the first three buttons of his top again before slowly making his way over to a waiting Niall. "Yes?" He calls, quite annoyed, as he walks over and pulls on the golden doorknob to open the square wood. Although, Niall isn't the one on the other side like he had expected.

"Hey, Lou." Harry smiles sheepishly at the flustered boy before awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. "Your friend-the blonde one-told me to come up. He said you were waiting for me," Harry explains while nervously chewing on his bottom lip. Harry has been on many dates in his life, but they were almost all with women and none were as beautiful as Louis. Thus, Harry had planned the date a week in advance before actually calling Louis and asking. He just wants for tonight to go well, he wants to impress Louis-he wants Louis.

"That's fine," Louis replies breathlessly as he watches Harry's saliva covered lips in a trance. He studies the way Harry's top teeth smoothly scrap the surface of his plump, pink bottom lip before letting it go and doing it again. The sight is quite stimulating to Louis and he plans to say more to the waiting boy, he really does, but he finds himself much too preoccupied with imagining what that precious lip would taste like. So, he finds out.

He swiftly pushes himself against Harry, stands on his tiptoes, and gently takes Harry's bottom lip between his. The warmth Harry provides is immediate and as Louis wraps his arms loosely around the taller lad's neck, Harry quickly places his hands tightly on Louis' luscious hips.

Harry is startled by Louis' sudden actions of course, expecting everything to move much slower, but he could never deny the feeling that is created whenever Louis is touching him in some way. So, he lets him. Harry simply ravishes in the feeling of Louis sucking on his bottom lip, occasionally scraping it with his teeth, and he makes no effort to pull away.

Though, after a few seconds, Louis forces him to as he gently pulls himself a few inches away from Harry and simply stares into the taller's emerald eyes. They stay like this for a few seconds, panting and allowing for the other to catch their breath, before Louis finally speaks. "I missed you." These three simple words tumble out of Louis' mouth quicker than he can process them and he immediately feels foolish when seeing the shock on Harry's face. Of course Harry didn't miss him, Louis thinks. Although it has been an official week since their unplanned meeting at the park, this is only the second time they have actually talked face to face with each other.

"You did?" Harry shyly questions as he looks down at Louis with hopeful eyes. He knows he hasn't known the dainty boy for long, but he knows that they have a connection-a strong pull towards the other, like a magnet- and he needs to know that Louis feels it too.

"Well-yeah-I mean...you didn't miss me?" Louis asks insecurely as he looks down at his now fidgeting feet and tries to wish away the blush fully taking over his tan cheeks. It doesn't work, but Harry is almost thankful it doesn't or else he wouldn't have seen yet another pretty pink blush upon Louis' gorgeous face.