Boundless •L.S•

Practice|23

Harry had taught himself not to fear - not to fear the dark or the light, not to fear the big crowds or the loneliness, not to fear pain or happiness.

And yet there he is, feeling what could only be described as fear creeping deep on his bones, racing thoughts going around his mind.

He was young when he had to separate black from white and wrong from right.

He was way too young to separate love from lust, too, so being his young self, he had to realize all of that the hard way around.

Putting Henry in the past had never been easy for him, the man always being a dark shadow at the back of his mind, always creeping in to somehow ruin everything.

Harry is tainted no matter how much he tries to put the past where it belongs. The scars didn't fade even if they don't look like they hurt anymore - physically, at least.

Only the ghosts of the past manage to haunt Harry every day, and as if that isn't enough Henry has to find a way to creep into his life once more, making that shadow at the back if his head more prominent, more visible and darker, now once again haunting his dreams every night.

Harry hasn't told anyone more than the fact that Henry is back into his life, anyone being only Zayn, Lea, and now Louis, too.

But something about the way that Harry was feeling so comfortable and calm in the darkness of Louis room made him feel like the weight of Henry being back was getting heavier to keep for himself.

That's what the lad liked to think of it, at least, why it took literally nothing to start telling Louis everything: about the way the older man was following him everywhere he went, about the texts and emails he would send to Harry everyday, about the threats and whatnot.

After a moment of silence Louis finally looks at Harry, "Has this happened before?" All the curly haired man does is nod before Louis narrows his eyes.

"You should have told me," Harry's gaze flickering to Louis makes the latter speak up once again, "it's part of the deal."

Harry nods.

"We really should come up with a plan about this fake dating thing."

"We should?"

"Yes, we should."

• • •

"No - why even would we need to do that?"

"Because Harold, you're stiff."

"I am not."

"Yes, you are, and what's with that anyway? You need to kiss me like I have hung the moon for you or something."

"Well, Tomlinson, consider doing that first, then we will see." Harry glares at the older one who just rolls his eyes.

"Stop being a pain and do as I say." Is all Louis says before curling his fingers around Harry's belt loops to pull him closer.

Their breath mixing together as they both stare at one another.

Harry's eyes dart up to look at Louis own blue ones.

Suddenly, the room is quieter than it has ever been, and all that can be heard are the two lads breathing.

Louis hand twitches as he tightens his grip on Harry's belt loops, his gaze flickering between the younger lads' eyes and his lips - his lips that look so tempting right now

As for Harry, he can feel his breath hitch when Louis brings him closer towards himself, now being able to feel the warmth radiating from Louis.

He licks his lips subconsciously, which could be described as Louis' last straw as he tilts his head a little to the side and devours the soft pink lips that he has been craving.

Harry's eyes widen as he tries to pull back, taken by surprise at the 'sudden' action.

Louis opens his eyes a little to see Harry's shocked face. He gently cupps Louis' face, his fingers grazing his cheekbones. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, time stood still. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other's gaze.

This time, none of the two men are holding back or being shy about it. What started as a slow kiss ended to be more rough and passionate.

Harry's hands moved down to wrap around Louis neck, bringing him closer as the shorter one moves his hands from around Harry's waist down to his hips, giving them a squeeze, making Harry jump a little as a whimper makes it's way out.

Louis pulls away with his teeth gently, biting Harry's lower lip and travels down lower the younger boys' neck, leaving a trail of little kisses.

His lips travel down to Harry's shoulder, where Louis teeth teasingly graze the spot.

Harry's breath is shallow as it hitches at the feeling of Louis lips on his bare skin, somehow thus feels so much more better than it has felt with anyone before but Harry pushes that thought away, - it's just been a long time, that's it.

He shakes his head slightly at his thoughts as his fingertips touch Louis' hair, tempting Harry to just grab them.

But today seems to be all about giving into the temptation, so he does as he wants to and grabs Louis hair gently, pulling them a little bit.

"This is good enough?" Harry asks as he pulls Louis hair.

Louis hums as he keeps on kissing and suckling on Harry's shoulder and neck, coming up for a kiss, "Practice." Is all that he breathed out.

"Yeah -" his breath hitches, "Yeah, you're right..." Harry can feel his knees buckle.
"Definitely." He says against Louis lips.

It is like only the two of them are alone in this world - no one's opinions and judgments are here to stop them.

"Hey Lou - Oh..." The door is opened by Niall, who is now just standing there blinking at the pair, "I- I'm going!" He slams the door shut.

Louis and Harry look at each other, both of them having no words.

"I think this was good enough."

"Yeah, it was." Harry nods, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks.

This is gonna be great.