Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

27

As always Louis was the last to come down the stairs on Saturday morning. He was still half asleep and didn't bother to put on any more clothes than the sweats he was wearing after having a hot flash last night from the heat Harry's body was radiating when he pressed himself against him, having to get rid of his shirt.

Since their relationship got more serious after confessing their love for each other two weeks ago their inhibitions lessened- at least Louis'- and he thought it wasn't entirely bad to sometimes just go with it instead of thinking too much if Harry was content with everything. And Harry certainly didn't complain when his boyfriend was laying next to him half naked, hugging him from behind with his fingertips tracing over the skin of his belly under his thin pyjama shirt.

Louis tried not to be too frustrated because he could barely contain himself anymore and it got harder to resist and not rip the clothes off Harry and finally feel him how he was craving to for months now, but he knew he couldn't and wouldn't ever do that without Harry's consent, so he had no other choice anyway. Sometimes he was still so desperate that he thought he was going crazy and on the worst days he couldn't even sleep next to him. They tried to keep their sleepovers down anyway so their parents didn't find out and until now everything turned out pretty well, but since a few days when they slept in their own rooms at some point in the middle of the night Harry slipped into Louis' room and cuddled against him because he couldn't sleep without him, which worried Louis a bit, but they could still use excuses- it was't that bizarre seeing they always had sleepovers from time to time and their parents knew that. As long as they didn't overdo it they were fine and by now they were excellent actors to not be suspicious.

"Morning." Louis grumbled as he approached the table where his family was sitting and plopped down on the chair opposite of Harry who looked up from his cereal with a smile but it got stuck in his throat when he stared at his naked chest and he almost choked. Of course Louis noticed and he suppressed a smirk as he turned to his mum who just spoke up.

"Good morning, honey. Oh, look at you little hedgehog." She chuckled and flattened the mop on his head where his strands were standing in every direction.

"Mum!" Louis groaned and slapped her hand away.

"You want some french toast, son?" Mark asked and got up already.

"Uh, yeah. Sit down I can get it-" Louis broke off when he realised it was to no use anyway and let his dad bring him his breakfast.

"I make you a cup of coffee." Jay smiled and got up as well. "Darling, do you want some more tea?" She asked addressed to Harry.

"Uh, n-no. Thanks, mum." He smiled.

Jay nodded and rounded the counter leaving Harry and Louis sitting there on their own. When Harry looked ahead once more Louis was already smirking at him with raised eyebrows.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Tame yourself, tiger. I can sense your boner from over here." Louis grinned.

"Louis!" Harry gasped as quiet as possible with deep red cheeks.

"Tell me I'm wrong and I leave you alone." Louis wiggled his eyebrows challenging.

"Shut up!" Harry muttered and dropped his head unable to keep eye contact and he was glad when Mark came back and placed a plate in front of Louis who smiled up at him innocently and thanked him just before Jay came back as well.

What Harry didn't expect as he continued eating his cereal was when Louis reached out his foot under the table and placed it between Harry's legs, rubbing it over his bulge who spluttered out the food he had in his mouth all over the table.