The Graffiti Bridge

Sorry

*** Authors note: Set myself up perfectly for this next part. Ya'll better be excited because I am. Enjoy!!!***

My inspiration for this chapter
Sun: Two door cinema club

    Harrys alarm clock reads 5:30 am, as he's the first to wake up. Louis limbs completely entangled around Harry and small puff of air being blown on Harrys neck. Harry attempts to put some separation between their two bodies to avoid any awkwardness when Louis wakes up. Harry instantly regrets this as Louis only curls in further to Harrys side. Harry reddens as he feels something hard press into his leg. "Shit" he mutters unable to move from the small boys hold and bringing Harrys attention to his stiffening briefs.

    Harry remains tense at Louis side. He doesn't dare move but he cant help but rake his eyes through Louis face. His eyes fluttering underneath his eyelids still in dream, pink lips parting every few seconds in exhale. Harry gets entranced, mind wandering to those lips and how they would feel, so plush against his skin, honey sweet, addicting. It strikes him like a rock just how much he wants a taste.

    Harry counts the seconds that pass never once losing interest at the boy before him. If he could he'd spend all day studying his features, dissecting his aura, and familiarizing himself with his body. If he could freeze a moment he'd make sure they were just like this, in each others arms, with no one to break their perfect bubble, no stress from school or family, no worries about work and making ends neat, just each other.

    Soon Louis lashes begin to flutter, body elongating as he blinks open and stretches out. His eyes meet Harrys, and as his mind wakes and he realizes their close proximity, he mutters a, "Sorry". He attempts to roll away but Harry stops him with a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay" Harry whispers not yet ready to let go. They stare into each others eyes.

    With the morning light setting in through the curtain, Louis can see how bright Harrys eyes are. The beautiful green mixed with specks of blue and gold, and staring directly into Louis with such softness. Louis breaks the gaze first eyes flickering down to Harrys lips. They slowly curve upwards as Harry catches Louis.

    Harry breaks their silence, "Have you ever kissed someone, Lou?". Louis looks away hiding his eyes in shame. He softly shakes his head. Harry reaches down lifting his chin so their eyes can meet again. "Do you want to?". Automatically Louis looks down to Harrys lips, breathing in heavier with anticipation. Louis swallows hard then slowly nods. Harrys licks his lips as they curl into a smile at Louis response.

    Harry moves in closer still on his side but chests now pressed together, one hand cradling Louis jaw. Louis keeps his arms down at his side not sure where to put them. Harrys face looms over Louis inching closer every second. Once he's close enough that their noses touch Harry stops, waiting for any signs of hesitation, but he gets none. Their lips grazing but not quite touching.

        Louis eyes are closed shut, heart beating rapidly has he waits. Harrys eyes fall closed at first contact.The touch is soft, lips locked, but unmoving, just feeling, a few seconds pass before Harrys mouth opens against Louis, pressing in again, their mouths closer, and more force behind the movement. Louis hums trying to follow Harrys movements, and bringing a tentative hand to Harrys chest. His small first curls into Harrys shirt as the older man aligns himself with Louis' body trying to connect each other with every nerve ending.

    Louis breath gets heavier, breathing out deeply through his nose with every open and close of their lips. Harrys hand slowly moves from Louis jaw to his neck, guiding their movements. His teeth softly graze Louis bottom lip before diving back in guiding Louis to open wider. He introduces his tongue the next time they open causing Louis to elicit a desperate whimper. Harry doesn't even think when he rolls Louis onto him back and positions himself on top. Their kisses never break as Harrys' knees bracketing Louis torso. His other hand finally finds purchase on Louis waist as he goes in deeper. Their lips keep sucking and tongues grazing with every breath. Louis remains perfectly pliant one hand still holding onto Harrys shirt as his other serves to push Harry deeper onto him by the shoulder.

    Harry had tried to maintain control, but after hearing another small whimper escape Louis throat does he let his hips come down to meet Louis. The movement causing a groan to leave Harrys lips, and a sharp intake of breath coupled with a moan to leave Louis'. Harrys cock is straining in his briefs and as he shifts his hips up pressing hard into Louis does he feel the hardness in the small boys as well.

    He's about to repeat the movement when he's suddenly startled by his alarm clock. Their lips are ripped apart, and string of their spit breaks apart at the movement. It's 6:15 and if Harrys sex hazed brain can remember, Louis has to get to school. The same Louis that's just a kid, the same kid who's also never kissed anyone. The same kid that's been looking to Harry for comfort, while Harry has been thinking about his lips against his.

    Harry feels as if he's screwed things up. Harry doesn't know if his heart is beating so erratic because of what just happened or his thoughts that now cloud his mind. He finally musters the will to look away from the clock and back at Louis. His bright blue eyes still hazy, but blinking back up at him slowly, expectantly. Harry mutters a, "Sorry", as he flops onto the other side of the bed. Louis don't have time to say anything as Harry quickly gets up and goes into the restroom to shower.

    Louis stares up into the ceiling, mind clouded, taking deep breaths as he feels his eyes begin to sting. He squeezes them shut and brings his hands up to rub at them, willing the tears to stay in. "What just happened" he catches himself saying. Louis is beyond confused, he doesn't know if Harry regretted it, and why would he say sorry. They were both obviously into the kiss and Louis had never experienced anything like that. He'd gone through most of his teen years thinking he was asexual, never having craved anything physical with anyone.

    Louis is at a loss, Harry just opened a door that Louis isn't sure he can close, or wants to close for the matter.

*Authors notes: I just realized this is the second time I've made them not brush their teeth, but this is fan-fiction world so I'm going to make it that morning breath and cavities and stuff don't exist. Also the Chapters called Sorry, not because I am but because Harry is, get it ;). ***