LOUIS
Harry hasn't seen me in a year. He's messaged me and rung me, but he hasn't hugged me in 12 months. And yet when he arrives with Gemma, my hug is as hurried as everyone else's. I try not to get upset, because everyone wants a turn and wants to catch up, but... he simply moves on as though I'm as unimportant as everyone who has shown up at our apartment.
"You missed him, yeah?"
I sigh in response to Gemma's question. "Doesn't seem mutual."
"It is. He's just..."
"Not as pleased to see me as Austin?"
Austin is pretty, I suppose. He's stealing Harry's attention, but Harry presumably isn't minding very much. In some ways, I had expected him to want my company most, not because I can't accept he has more friends, or that I'm in his apartment to catch up with once everyone is gone, but... it's been an entire year.
I watch him as Austin makes him laugh, as Austin this and Austin that, keeping Harry occupied as I sip on my drink. I'm tempted to snatch Harry away, claim him as mine even though he's not, but Austin is putting a hand on his neck and leaning in to whisper in his ear, surprising me so much I drop my glass so it shatters against our floor.
"Hey," Harry says, meeting my eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," I say. "I'm gonna... get a broom or something."
Harry comes towards me instead, wrapping a hand around my wrist so he can pull me into his room. "What's with you tonight?"
"Nothing."
"You're upset."
"You've barely spoken to me," I say, leaning against his dresser as I cross my arms. "You just... you've been gone a year, but you haven't looked at me once. You've spoken to Austin non-stop."
"I've just gotten back."
"Yet all you want to look at is him."
Understanding appears in his expression as soon as my words are out. He gets it now.
"Louis..."
"Forget it."
"You missed me?"
"Did you expect me not to?"
"No," he says. "I just—"
"I'm not gonna talk about it."
"Neither am I."
I uncross my arms as he comes towards me, gasping when his hands grab my waist so he can pick me up and put me on his dresser. He kisses me hard, tongue instantly meeting mine as his eagerness makes me whimper.
"Harry."
He hums against my mouth, pausing to press gentle kisses against my lips over and over as he sneaks his hands beneath my sweatshirt.
"Louis..."
"Austin is—"
"There is no Austin," he says. "There's only you."
"Why haven't you said anything?"
"Why haven't you?"
I grin in response, going easily when he brings me nearer so he can carry me towards his bed. He sits down with me in his lap, kissing me again as he moves his hands onto my ass and squeezes. I gasp into his mouth but reach between us so I can unbutton my jeans and move on to his as soon as he gives me permission.
He's squeezing my waist when I bring out our cocks. I'm impressed by his size, forehead pressing against his as I watch my cock press against his. A quiet yet pleased noise escapes me as Harry wraps a hand around us both, thumb swiping over my tip as I move my hands beneath his shirt so I can push it up and over his head.
I remove my own as well as Harry continues and moves his second hand into my jeans and boxers so he can grab my bare ass. I run my hands up his arms and into his curls, lips meeting his until our tongues are meeting as well. Pleasure is simmering in my stomach, cock so hard I can barely comprehend it as Harry touches me.
"Harry..."
"Do you feel good, baby?"
"I'm gonna come soon."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," I say, whimpering as Harry smears out my precum. "I'm sorry."
"There's no need."
He continues on and on and on, making me come apart as I orgasm. He continues until he's coming as well, cum mixing with mine as it drips over his fingers.
"That was... unexpected."
He grins as I press my forehead against his. "I've loved you since we met."
"Have you?"
"Approximately."
"I've loved you just as long," I say. "Approximately."
He grins again, tugging my head back so he can reach my mouth.
A/N: A SHORT ONE THAT I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED!
