Heartbreaker ~ Larry Stylinson {English}

93. The future.

~ Pov Harry ~ 

With my towel tied around my waist, I walk out of the sauna to the front door. The bell sounded through the empty house a few seconds ago and I forgot for a moment that Louis was still coming by. I open the door and the icy wind of late February sends shivers down my spine. I give Louis a quick kiss on the lips as he walks inside. He takes off his coat, which is already completely hidden under the snow. "It's very cold outside. I'm already longing for summer." I smile.

"Take off your clothes. You'll soon feel warmer again." Louis raises his eyebrows and grins.

"I don't know what you have in mind, but I totally agree." I roll my eyes and run my hand through his snowy hair.

"Get your head out of those dirty thoughts. I mean we're going to sit in the sauna. It's nice and warm in there. That's why you have to take off your clothes," I tell him with a smile while handing him a towel. I hear a small 'sorry' under his sigh and grin as I open the sauna door. I sit down on the wide bench and close my eyes. The goosebumps that I felt on my skin a few minutes ago are slowly disappearing like snow in the sun. 

I open one of my eyes when I hear Louis sitting next to me. The only thing covering his body is the white towel I gave him. And his promise ring, which he still wears on his ring finger. His hands rest on his stomach. I open my two eyes now and frown. My fingers caress his belly. "What?" he asks ignorantly. 

"Have you been working out?" I ask him sincerely. Louis almost bursts into laughter.

"No! Of course not. Why would you think that?"

"It looks like you're starting to get a six-pack."

"Well, thanks for the compliment, but no I haven't been working out." I bite my lower lip as I look at him. 

"Maybe it's because I haven't seen you in far too long..."

"Harry, what are you saying? We saw each other at school yesterday."

"Yes, I know, but I mean I haven't seen you in a long time," I tell him, emphasising 'you.' I snuggle closer to him and bring my lips to his ear. "It's been about two weeks..." Which is way too long for me. I hear Louis chuckle. 

"Hm... I guess I still don't get what you mean..." I smile against his skin. He's teasing me. Well, he who laughs last laughs best, right?

"I mean, Louis...," I whisper, taking his earlobe between my lips and kissing him gently. I even dare to bite them gently as my left hand reaches for his neck. My fingers gently around his throat. With my tongue I go through his ear to his neck. I place my lips on his skin and take them hard into my mouth, leaving a red mark that slowly turns purple. "This. This is what I mean," I explain to him.

"You'll have to be a bit clearer about what you're thinking, because I don't understand you, Harry..." His eyes are already closing with pleasure and all I'm doing is softly running my hand over him. He won't last long and to be honest, neither will I.

"Oh, I think you know what I'm thinking..." He sighs softly in my ears when I hold him a little harder. 

"Then tell me." I kiss his jawline. 

"I'm thinking of you." I go a little faster with my hand. "I think about how much I want you." He makes a sound of approval with his eyes closed. "Do you want to know how much I want you?" He nods. I take his hand in mine and lead him to my towel still tied around my waist. Louis opens his eyes and looks at me with a grin.

"That's hard indeed." He brings his lips to mine and halfway closes his eyes. He kisses me hard and pulls the towel off my body. His hand works well around my body and I muffle my moans in his mouth. My tongue rolls against his and without thinking any longer, Louis comes to sit on top of me. I feel him against my stomach and I'm sure he also feels me against his skin."I want you now," he sighs against me. "I want you now, Harry. Now, please, Harry, please." The sound of him begging for me, so desperate, so weak, arouses me even more.

"Fuck Louis..."

Without making him wait any longer, I let him sit on top of me and gently slide him down. I moan into his shoulder and gently bite his skin as he pulls himself back against me. "Harry..." He puts his hands in my hair and intertwines his fingers as he rubs against me. I'm going crazy with his body so close to mine. His hips rolling so perfectly over mine, his sighs as he sinks back on me every time, his fingers tugging at the tips of my hair, a part of him that yearns for more touch from me and I give it to him too.

There is so much urge to just grab him, push him against the wall and let me go all the way against him, but I don't. Instead I enjoy the sight of him, how he's out of breath and all weak and it's clear he won't last much longer. Something that I can hardly put off anymore too. 

I place my hands on his waist, almost burying my hands in his skin. I push my hips up a bit on a solid rhythm, which produces a few moans and sighs from Louis. I feel that pressure on my stomach, that sensitive tingling all over my body. "Harry, I-" He can't finish his sentence because I groan into him violently as we both give up and attack each other with sighs.

My chest rises and falls violently with him resting against me. It is very hot and we both sweat in the sauna, but I don't care. I want nothing more than to have him close to me. "Oh fuck," I sigh with a smile. Louis climbs down from me and sits down next to me, his legs trembling as he stands up, every muscle weakened from the effort. He rests his head against my shoulder and I hug him with one of my arms. "Let's never put that off that long again."

Louis smiles and puts his hand on my leg. "I totally agree. But that's just how it goes. We've both been busy and it will be like that a few more times in the future." I nod and make a small sound of agreement, but somehow it scares me. I wouldn't want us to grow apart because we're busy or that it would make us see each other less. It makes me think of the future. I can't imagine that later on we both have a 9 to 5 job only to come home exhausted and don't feel like spending time together because we're too tired. Or that one of us has to work overtime and I have to go to the cold bed alone at night. It scares me because the last thing I want is to run out of time for Louis or him for me.

I press a kiss into his hair. "Speaking of being busy," I say, "my mother is allowed to leave the institution." Louis looks up with his eyebrows high in the air.

"Really? Harry, that's great." I nod.

"Yes, I'm happy for her. But she would need some help with the move. All her things are still here and they all have to go to her house. Do you want to help?" Louis smiles.

"Of course I feel like helping. You don't even have to ask."

"Great, my mother will be glad to see you again."

"Me too. Maybe we can even say it about us? You know, that we're together? I mean no one knows yet and maybe that's a good time? Unless you find-"

"I think it's a perfect idea, Louis."