Amnesia

Louis

"The blame isn't all yours," I tell him. "I told you I take responsibility for the end of our relationship."

Harry pulls back from me and puts his hands on my face. "Can we start over? Is there any chance at all for that?"

"We could start as friends," I tell him because I don't know this Harry and he doesn't know this Louis. We're talking like normal people and that's new for both of us.

"I don't know if I can be your friend," he admits looking into my eyes. "I can't look at you and not want to kiss you or touch you. You're it for me Louis. Always have been."

He's called me nothing but Louis, no pet names. He's not called me Lou or even Boo, which I hate but it's his favorite pet name for me. "Why won't you call me anything else than Louis?" I ask.

"You asked me not to," he says. His face still dangerously close to mine but he releases my face and puts his hand on my hip, and I feel him thumb under my jumper touching my bare skin.

"When?" I ask.

"When you called me to ask if I was coming home," he tells me. "You said, 'it's louis to you now' and I've respected you and called you Louis just as you told me to."

I shake my head and chuckle then meet his eyes again. "I don't even remember saying that love," I admit. "I thought your memory had taken that from you and you didn't remember calling me other things."

Harry laughs with me, a genuine laugh. "Do you know how hard it's been to not call you Lou or even Boo? Fuck, if I had known you didn't remember I wouldn't have been so formal with you all this time."

Then without warning he goes quiet and smashes his lips to mine, my mouth was slightly open when he did it and his tongue was immediately in my mouth. This is typical Harry. He really can't stop himself from kissing me. He's never been able to. He kisses me like he can't help himself and I actually find it sweet and endearing.

His thumbs are still under my jumper rubbing my skin and it's giving me chills. His mouth is fully on mine and our tongues are intertwined. He's kissing me and I'm allowing it. I'll always allow it. He knows that.

"Harry?" I say pulling back from him. "We can't go back to just fucking."

"We've talked enough," he breathes against my mouth. "I mean... it's not all sorted but we're getting closer yeah?"

"I guess so," I say and connect our lips again deciding we've talked enough for one night. I know I can't be his friend because I feel the same as he does. I want to kiss him and touch him. I just want him.

He pulls back from me abruptly and I cock my head to one side and look at him. "Come," he says and reaches for my hand, lacing his fingers through mine before pulling me up the stairs to his room.

He sits on the bed, and I straddle him and wrap my arms around him. I kiss him gently and he pulls my shirt over my head. "You are so beautiful, Lou," he says, and my heart feels like it skips a beat. He kisses my chest then one of my nipples before sucking it fully.

I moan as he kisses all over my chest and nipples. "Feels so good, babe," I say and put my hands in his hair, and I start rolling my hips. His erection is against my bum, and it feels amazing.

I stand and undress in front of him and he only watches. He doesn't reach out to touch me, but he sits watching with lust in his eyes and he's biting his bottom lip. When I'm completely naked I lean down and kiss him. "Take your clothes off baby," I whisper.

Harry wastes no time in getting naked then his eyes meet mine again. "Come ere," he says, and I straddle him again. His hands immediately on my bum pulling me as close as possible. I reach for the lube in the drawer. My Harry is a creature of habit and has kept the lube in the same drawer for forever. I hand it to him, and he gives me a questioning look.