"Do you really mean it?" Louis asked as he walked into the room. Harry's cheeks tinted pink, and he looked away. He stayed silent, and Liam looked between the two wearily.
"Well, I best be going..so," Liam said while power-walking towards the door. "I'll see you both later."
"Bye, Liam," they said almost simultaneously. Once the flat door was thoroughly shut, Louis walked to the bed. "Why would you want to keep it a secret, Harry?" he asked incredulously.
"Because! Don't you see, Louis? We're being forced to date! I think the whole world knows that if we weren't, you wouldn't look at me in that way at all! So, please tell me why start now?" Harry all but screamed. Louis stayed silent, and Harry took this as his chance to keep going. "You don't have an answer, do you? It's cause you know its tru-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Harry. You know damn well that its not. Who kissed who last night? I think we both know that you didn't make the move on me," Louis seethed. Harry, having had enough, backed the older boy into the wall, and whispered,
"Really, Lou?" Louis gulped, and nodded. Harry trailed a finger down his arm, and grabbed his small hand in his large one. He bought his other up to the wall, pinning Louis against it. He leaned down, hovering just above his lips, and whispered, "Even now?"
Louis, being stubborn as always, nodded once more, and in a flash Harry's lips were on his, his abnormally large hands pulling his waist to Harry's. Fire etched its way to every part of his body as his lips moved evenly with the younger boys. Louis was just beginning to see stars when they pulled away. "Is this how I'm always going to be punished?" Louis whispered a laugh, and Harry's dimples appeared as he smiled brightly.
"I might have to re-think my torture techniques, eh?" Harry asked jokingly.
"No, I think they're good the way they-" Louis was cut off by Harry's lips once again. They moved away from his lips, and down onto his neck, lightly sucking and making Louis moan. Harry smirked discreetly, and put his lips back on Louis', silencing him.
"You have got to stop doing that!" Louis exclaimed when they pulled apart once more.
"But, Lou, I like it," Harry whined. Louis rolled his eyes, and moved away from him, walking out the door and down the hallway to the kitchen. "May I ask what you're doing?"
"Cleaning up," Louis shrugged and began picking up the cups he and Liam had been sipping from. A thought ran across his mind, and he abruptly turned around, startling Harry. "What are we, Haz?"
"What do you want us to be?" Harry asked him.
"I know what I want to be."
"Mmm, and what is that, love?"
"Yours," Louis breathed, and Harry smiled faintly.
"Then your're mine."
