Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

20

Every time Harry felt Louis' skin against his own it was like the spot where they touched was catching fire. No matter if they were holding hands, kissing or cuddling, the result was always the same. It was like he was under electricity all the time because whenever they were alone and could be sure no one saw them they were somehow touching, unable to stay away from each other.

Just like right now where Harry was cuddled in Louis' side who was laying on his back with his free arm behind his head. The arm Harry was laying on was tingling from the lack of blood flow, but he didn't mind at all, his hand kept resting on Harry's hip, his fingers tracing over the fabric of his pyjama shirt abstinently. He was tempted to slip it underneath to feel his soft skin, but he didn't want to go too far so he fought against his inner longing and resisted.

"Lou?" Harry whispered when he averted his eyes from the screen where a movie was running and glanced up at Louis who dropped his eyes until he was looking at him and a soft smile curled up on his lips.

"Yeah, bub?" He mumbled and squeezed his hip pulling him closer.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" Harry asked yawning, being tired because it was eleven in the evening already which was early for Louis but quite late for Harry.

Louis' smile dropped slightly and got replaced by an apologetic frown.

"I don't think that's a good idea, little one." He said softly.

"Why not?" Harry asked sadly.

"We wanted to start slow, remember?" Louis smiled and caressed his cheek.

"But we already slept together." Harry frowned and Louis chuckled.

"No bub, we didn't. We slept in the same bed." He said amused.

"Where's the difference?" Harry asked confused.

"Sleeping together means having sex, sleeping in the same bed means sleeping in the same bed." Louis explained and Harry gasped.

"Oh!" He squeaked and his cheeks started burning. He dropped his head hiding his face in Louis' chest feeling the vibration when Louis started laughing.

"You're so fucking adorable." He chuckled and kissed his curls covered head.

"Leave me alone." Harry grumbled.

"No." Louis laughed. "Look at me." He waited until Harry eventually lifted his head looking at him grimly. "Now that we're together I don't want to rush anything and since we admitted our feelings and kiss and stuff it would be different to have a sleepover or anything really we've done until now. I'm sure you already noticed that as well, am I right?" Louis explained carefully and watched how Harry processed his words and his grim look turned into realisation and he nodded slowly.

He noticed that he always got excited when he kissed Louis. Not enough that he had to do something against it, but his stomach started tingling and his skin felt incredibly hot. He also couldn't help imagining certain things or evoking memories in relation to Louis and the want of something else was sometimes barely bearable. It was strange not knowing what exactly he wanted- it confused him so often- but he knew it was there right under the surface.

"See? And that's what I mean with starting slow. I want you to be comfortable because you never were in a relationship before or experienced anything similar. Let's make it step by step, yeah?" Louis suggested and turned on his side pulling Harry impossibly closer so there was no space between them anymore.

"And what's the next step?" Harry asked quietly looking up at Louis' glowing eyes through his eyelashes that were shining even more from the way he was smiling.