All I've Ever Known

10 - Louis

Harry's tub is massive, it took so long to fill up that Louis had time to roll two more joints and smoke them before it was even half full. Harry grew impatient and decided it was full enough as two of them would be getting in there anyways, Louis couldn't help but agree as he just wanted Harry out of his clothes, hopefully he would wear something though.

Louis was not prepared to be seeing Harry naked tonight no matter how much he wanted to, needed to. Harry started undressing first, lifting his shirt off his head and Louis' mouth went dry. To not make it more awkward than it would have been if Harry had seen him gawking so blatantly, Louis turned around and silently took his shirt off and then his shorts, leaving himself in only his boxers. He turned back towards the bath and did not expect to see Harry's bare ass as he was stepping into the bath tub.

"Harry!" Louis exclaimed, not in the most convincing tone as it probably sounded too much like a moan, but if Harry noticed he didn't say anything just giggling and sinking into the tub

"What? Not like we haven't seen each other naked a hundred times, Lou" Harry grinned back, sinking further and further into the tub until Louis could only see his head surrounded by bubbles.

"Fine, but don't look!" Louis said sternly, Harry giggled again placing his hands over his eyes, and while Louis was distracted trying to get in the tub he definitely didn't see Harry peeking.

Louis sighed as he let himself be submerged by the water, feeling like he was floating in the clouds at how good the hot water felt on his skin. The tub was massive, so big in fact that him and Harry could stretch their legs out and not be touching. Clearly though it was too good to be true as Harry took a hold of the shampoo, holding it up to Louis

"Will you wash my hair, Lou? Pleaaseeee" He whined at the end, as if Louis was ever going to say no, Louis nodded dumbly as if not realising this would mean he needed to be closer to Harry, much closer.

Harry wiggled his way over to Louis and he was not ready for full body contact of Harry laying his back against Louis chest. Louis reminded himself to breathe and wiggled his hips so that Harry was in a better position for him to start massaging his head. He took a dollop of the strawberry scented shampoo, because of course Harry would have strawberry shampoo, and started to massage it into the younger lad's hair.

Harry sighed in bliss as Louis got to work on soaping up his hair, not pausing to think about how fucking weird this was. He was high, in a bath tub, with his ex-boyfriend. Everything was fine until Harry started making little grunts and moans, Louis tried to think about anything else, he really tried.

"Uh, feels nice Lou" Harry moaned out at one point, this continued to go on for what felt like years, until Harry sat straight up. He threw his head over his shoulder and smirked at Louis, speaking slowly and seductively-

"Lou" He paused, "Are you hard right now?"

All the blood drained from his face and he groaned and smacked his hands over his eyes, he heard Harry giggling as he only replied by whining out an "I'm sorry"

Harry did what he least expected and sighed, leaning back onto Louis, only this time he repositioned himself purposefully so that his lower back was touching Louis erection. Louis gasped at the contact and Harry continued to rinse his hair, it was not helping that Harry was moving around whilst doing so as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

Louis tried, he tried so hard to not say, not do anything, not to move, but on one particularly sharp movement from Harry, he moaned. Harry flipped his head back and Louis just kept his eyes closed, praying that if he didn't do anything Harry would get out of the bath, move away from him, or yell at him for being a horny idiot. He signed in relief when he felt Harry remove himself from Louis chest.

Louis gasped which quickly turned into a moan as his eyes flew open and Harry was sitting innocently in front of him, much too innocently for someone who had their hand on another man's dick.

"H-harry, w-what-"

"Shh" Harry whispered, dipping his head down and planting his lips on Louis neck.

Louis was going to die, what the fuck. All he could think was Harry is touching my dick, willingly. He couldn't speak, couldn't formulate words, didn't know if he wanted Harry to stop or keep going, he should push him off. Tell him to fuck off, this isn't them being friends, this is just going to confuse things even more. Stop Harry, no, say something. But just as he opened his mouth to say something Harry began moving his hand slowly up and down on Louis dick, at the same time he bit into Louis neck softly and began sucking.

"Fuckkk, Haz" Louis moaned and let his head fall back against the bath tub

That only seemed to spur Harry on more as he tightened his grip on Louis, sucking on his neck, trailing kisses up his jaw, over his collarbones, kissing his "It is what it is" tattoo. Louis was far too gone to stop him now, so he did the only thing he could think of and reached out to grab Harry's erection that was pushing into his thigh.

Harry gasped into Louis neck moaning a quiet "Lou"

Harry continued to suck and press kisses on Louis shoulders, leaving hickeys all over his neck, sucking on his earlobe and biting down gently

"Fuck, you feel so good Lou, missed this so much" Harry murmured against his skin

"Fuck, Harry, c-can't just s-say that, oh" He moaned as Harry's thumb ran over the tip of his slit, teasing his foreskin

This encouraged Louis to quicken his pace, the pair were moaning and groaning as they both stroked one another's member

"F-fuck, Haz I-I'm close" Louis groaned, quickening his pace on Harry's awfully hard cock

"Uh, cum for me Lou, want to feel you cum for me" Harry moaned in his ear

Louis saw white, he yelled out a "Fuck, H-harry" as his orgasm ripped through him, never slowing the pace of his hand on Harry who bit down harshly on Louis neck moaning out "Fuck, baby" as his hips thrusted one, two, three times and Louis felt him spurting into his hands in the water.

The pair came down from their highs clinging to each other in the bath tub, Harry lifted his head and the two made dopey smiles at one another. Louis should be blissed out, instead his head was a mess as he thought what does this mean? He can't get back with Harry, he's literally leaving to go to Melbourne tomorrow, was this just for old time's sake as a goodbye? Harry pressed a kiss into Louis shoulder and brought his face up to Louis, bringing it closer until their noses were touching.

Louis flinched away from Harry, he immediately regretted it as Harry looked like Louis had hit him. Harry removed himself from Louis and silently got out of the bath, wrapping a towel around his waist and leaving the bathroom. Louis groaned and hit himself in the head, what an idiot.

All he had wanted to do was kiss Harry since the moment he laid eyes on him. Why couldn't he just let himself be kissed? Better yet, they just mutually got each other off and Louis didn't even kiss Harry at all. Louis silently got out of the tub and dried himself off, putting his clothes back on. He looked in the mirror and realised he'd been crying and looked a right mess.

Trailing out of the bathroom he saw Harry wrapped up in his bed facing away from him

"Harry I-"

"I've got an early flight tomorrow, so you should probably go" Louis cringed at the monotone way Harry had just spoken to him

"Ha-"

"Please Louis, just go" Harry stuttered, on the verge of tears. Louis was crying, he wanted so badly to go hold him, wrap him in his arms, kiss him desperately like he wanted to, like he needed to. He stood there for a minute thinking of what to do until he decided that he had hurt Harry enough and maybe he needed time to process everything.

Louis walked silently out the door, grabbing his back pack and catching an Uber back to his apartment. When he walked in the door to an empty house, he threw himself into his room, staring up at the ceiling numbly and began to sob. He had to make this up to Harry. To let him know that he wanted to be with him whatever it took. He had sounded so broken when asking Louis to leave, he couldn't have that, he needed to get his boy back.

He did the only rational thing he could think of and brought up flights to Melbourne, booking one and messaging Pauli for a ticket to Harry's show tomorrow night, hoping that it wasn't too late for them.