Changes.
Harry woke up to an empty bed. He was snuggled up in his robe and under the quilt and he was warm but the other side of the bed was empty. And it was cold. The events from last night quickly came back to him and he smiled when he remembered what a day it had been, how romantic Louis had been and how making love with Louis had been the highlight of his life so far. He got up slowly and winced a little at the pain in his ass. It wasn't as bad as yesterday. The burning was gone. Now it only felt as if he had been kicked in the ass and had a big bruise inside but nothing too bad or that he couldn't handle.
He got up slowly and padded out into the living room and found Louis, fully dressed in a dark suit, his hair quiffed to perfection, cuff links on his cuffs as he sat sipping coffee and reading a French business newspaper. Formal Louis was back. Harry walked over to him and sat down in the chair next to him.
'Good morning,' he told him in his deep morning voice. Louis looked up from the newspaper briefly and gave him a small tight smile. Harry's heart sank. Yesterday's Louis wasn't here today.
'Good morning,' Louis told him. 'There's breakfast for you. We leave in two hours.' He went back to reading his newspaper, totally disregarding Harry. Harry wanted to snatch it away, throw it on the floor and make Louis look at him.
'Louis,' Harry said, his voice no more than a whisper. Louis looked up but didn't look at him and waited. 'Are we good?' Louis' eyes went back to the newspaper.
'I suggest you get a move on with breakfast and shower if we are to make it on time.'
'Louis please don't shut me out. Not now. Not after...' Harry paused feeling his heart ache in his chest. 'Not after yesterday. I know it might not mean that much to you but to me, its..its everything.' Louis looked up again, his eyes a little softer.
'We're good,' he told him. Harry decided to drop it as he didn't want to anger Louis with his whining. He got up and went to the small kitchenette and helped himself to breakfast. He kept his eyes on Louis as he ate and sipped his tea but Louis' attention was on the newspaper. Harry remembered last night, how gentle Louis had been and how he had felt him move inside of him. How he had filled him up so good and under the robe, Harry felt his dick twitch. He wanted him again. He wanted to feel his arms around him, feel safe in his embrace. He wanted Louis back because right now, he felt as if Louis was a million miles away from him. Louis had emotionally disconnected himself and Harry needed that connection now more than ever.
When he was finished with breakfast, he went into the bedroom to get ready. He left Louis out on the balcony talking on his phone. Harry looked around the bedroom, the unmade bed and the sheets on the floor holding the last traces of his virginity which he had given to the man he.....he what? Yes, Harry felt more than a simple attraction to Louis. It wasn't a crush. It went deeper. Harry chewed on his bottom lip nervously and refused to bring to life the thought swarming in his mind because if he allowed himself to think that he had fallen in love with Louis, then he was in deep trouble. He couldn't feel it. He couldn't even think it. But he couldn't deny it either. It was there, growing and blossoming like a flower and Harry knew he couldn't stop it.
He went into the bathroom, stripped off his robe and got under the hot water. Today he was 20 years old. He didn't want to dwell too much on his life. He couldn't complain that he had had a bad childhood. His childhood had been wonderful. The trouble had only started when he had come out to his parents and his father had....Harry didn't want to go there. He missed his mum though. His birthday had always been a special day to his mum because she had always told him that he had been the greatest gift in her life and she couldn't thank him enough for making her a mother. She had always spoiled him on his birthday and made it extra special, spending the day with him, fussing over him, giving him abundant kisses and hugs and gifts. Harry felt a lump close around his throat because God only knew how much he needed her right now just so that she could hold him and kiss him and hug him and tell him that everything was going to be alright. Harry longed for his mum so badly and maybe that was the reason why he never looked forward to his birthday too much because it had always been a joint celebration between him and his mum. A few tears escaped his eyes but where washed away quickly by the shower spray.
