Calm after the Storm

Will it ever end?

I swear I'll always give my best, no pretending
Give you breakfast in bed every morning
There ain't no answer to this complex question
I just keep falling for you every day

Won't ever take up too much time or attention
Take a second just to make our connection
I would do anything for your affection Kinda fun tryna go about it all the wrong ways

I'm just so into you, I wanna let it all out You're so perfectly fine
I could talk all day but let me spell it out
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H

I love you still
And you know I always will
'Til the end of time
I won't change my mind
Love you, I'll be here
I will never disappear
Said forever, I swear
So I will be there

(Love you still - Tyler Shaw)

[Harry]

Today is the final rehearsal before Harry's show 'Late Night Talking' starts tomorrow and he's a little nervous. He keeps going through his notes in the Café, even though he has memorised them a long time ago, but Harry is a perfectionist. Even if he knows that the text will be legible in the studio if necessary, he prefers to know it by heart and can therefore speak more freely and let his charm flow.

He's so absorbed in his notes that he doesn't even notice that Louis puts down a cup of cappuccino in front of him with the obligatory heart on it. Only when arms wrap themselves around his neck from behind and soft lips press a tender kiss on his neck does he put the notes aside and pull Louis around on his lap with a smile.

"Hi," Harry grins and purses his lips to request a kiss. Louis follows suit as Harry's hands wrap around his waist and he is satisfied when he notes that Louis has regained some weight.

"You should take a break, doll," Louis says as they pull apart.

Harry looks at the large clock on the wall and realises with horror that he has already spent three hours here since Louis unlocked the Café. And he should actually be on his way to the studio.

"Shit, I gotta go," Harry mumbles. "I can't even drink the cappuccino. Would you do me a favour and drink it while thinking of me really hard?"

Louis chuckles softly. "I always think of you. But yes, of course. Come on, get going, Superstar."

As Louis jumps off his lap, Harry quickly gathers his things, slips them into the Gucci handbag he's carrying today, and slings it over his shoulder.

"The handbag," Louis says as they stand in front of each other to say goodbye, nodding towards it and then stepping closer to Harry. He gently pulls his head closer and whispers softly in his ear, "As it befits a babygirl."

Harry has to close his eyes to mentally keep his cock from swelling right away, but nonetheless, goosebumps run down the back of his neck and down his torso. Only Louis has that power to turn him on directly with a few words.

"One day you will be my death, Louis Tomlinson," he breathes back and pulls him closer to him, would like to put his hands on his bottom and knead it at least for a short moment. But it's not what Harry just does anymore, preferring to wait until Louis is more comfortable. Nothing happened since they last jerked off together, but Harry is glad they at least had that experience together.

"Go ahead and shine bright. Are you sure you'll make it in time to pick me up later?" Louis asks while playing with his long hair.

"Yes, otherwise I'll get in touch. See you later baby," Harry says and they both say goodbye with a quick kiss and he quickly makes his way out as he's afraid he'll never get away from Louis otherwise. With a big grin, he walks to his new car he just bought yesterday, a black Range Rover parked a few yards from the Café.