I haven't actually red this so idk what it's about 👍🏽
They were partway through the North American leg of their Where We Are tour, Pasadena to be exact. It was September, but despite the time of the year it was still a reasonable temperature because they were in California baby!
The band's suite was open and luxurious,; white marble flooring, thick black rugs and trendy decorative light fixtures. The high ceilings and comfortable couches made Harry feel at home. Or maybe it was just having his friends nearby. And Louis. That boy was his home and God how he loved him. He'd loved him since he first saw him, since that embarrassing first impression in the toilets at the X-factor, and had kept loving him even when he'd broken his heart just over 18 months ago.
Louis had never meant to hurt Harry when he left him in early 2013. He remembered the entire band dynamic had shifted for a while, it had become more subdued. He had started sleeping on the couches of their hotel rooms when they'd gone on tour, because he couldn't share with Harry and he was NOT going to make his darling, darling prince give up his bed.
The worst part about it had been that Harry appeared to move on so quickly (when in reality he was just trying to drown his misery). He started going out almost every night, coming home shit-faced with a new girl or boy on his arm every time. Just sex, sex, sex, it was very concerning. He didn't do it out of malice though, he did it to try to get over it, to find someone new to love. Everyone he brought home he thought he might be able to fall love with someday, but it just deepened the hole in his heart.
Louis took up smoking, in secret of course, going through almost a full pack of cigarettes a day. Simon would have killed him if he'd found out, but he'd kept it from management. He could still remember the time when Harry had caught him backstage with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. All he'd done was look at him with misery in his eyes, as if it had physically hurt him to see him this way. "Oh, Louis," he had sighed quietly, and with a shake of his curly head, walked away.
It had torn them both apart inside, staying apart.
They had been too young, though, too naïve to know they had everything. Louis shouldn't have listened to Simon when he told him to get out of the picture. Harry was the poster boy for One Direction, he was gorgeous, talented, and definitely, totally, one hundred percent STRAIGHT. Louis didn't want to ruin his boyfriend's life, nor the lives of his closest friends; he hadn't wanted to end their careers.
So he'd pulled away from his baby.
Only recently had Louis come to his senses and realised that it was Harry. It was always going to be Harry. He'd told him everything, and the younger boy forgave him of course.
Because Harry Styles was in love with Louis Tomlinson.
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Harry took another sip of his tea, then leaned forwards again to continue writing. It was early evening and the windows were open, letting a warm breeze flow through the luxury apartment. On the horizon watercolour swirls danced behind darkening clouds, and the sounds of light traffic could faintly be heard.
Harry was leaning against the marble-topped kitchen counter, jotting down the rough outlines of a song. He wore the slide-like slippers that the hotel had provided, a rolling stones t-shirt and a pair of unfairly tight black skinny jeans. Usually he would just walk around naked or in his pants, but he'd just gotten back from shopping and honestly, he couldn't be arsed getting changed. His hair was tucked behind his ears to stop the wild curls from falling in his face.
A pair of small but strong hands rested on Harry's shoulders, making him jump before relaxing into the touch. Louis kneaded the younger boy's stiff muscles, and Harry let out a sigh, melting into his hands.
He turned around to face his lover, leaning against the counter top. Resting his hands on the cool marble Harry looked down at Louis with a suppressed grin, which showed off his dimples and made him look like and adorable frog. The other man looked up at him, mouth forming a v-shaped smile and crinkles appearing around his pale blue eyes.
"Hiya, Love," Louis said fondly, and Harry was so in awe of him.
His hair was a mess, but in that way that he always found stunning. He wore his green Adidas hoodie and a pair of black tracksuit pants which hugged his fantastic bum just so. Harry spent and absurd amount of time thinking about Louis' bum. It was a little ridiculous. Oh lord, he was so gorgeous.
"Hello, you," Harry chuckled, cupping Louis' face in his big warm hands and feeling the slight stubble tickle his palms. Louis laced his arms around his boyfriend's waist, pressing up against the hard muscle of his chest and tilting his head up expectantly. Harry was happy to oblige, leaning down to fit his mouth with Louis' slightly chapped one.
The kiss was supposed to be short and sweet, but quickly grew bigger and bigger into something more intense. Sparks were skimming across Harry's skin wherever the older boy touched him, and he pulled him in closer. Louis licked at Harry's bottom lip, and he opened his sweet mouth greedily, moaning as Louis' tounge slid past his teeth.
Deepening the kiss, Louis' hands slid down to grip Harry's muscular thighs and he lifted him up onto the counter without breaking the kiss. Although Harry was tall and heavy, Louis could still lift him fairly easily, strong despite his smaller size. Harry loved it, it really turned him on.
His hands were on his bum now, and Harry's were in his hair, which he was delighted to discover was freshly washed and insanely soft. As he felt one of Louis' delicate fingers dip below the waistband of his jeans he gasped sharply, the finger gliding over the creamy skin over his tail bone, and brushing at the fine hairs that covered it. Harry grinned into his mouth.
"This is a family show, Lou," he murmured in his low, rich voice, using the cheesy line just to be annoying. In reality he could feel how the touch was affecting him, his pants tightening a little bit.
and utterences of the other boy's name.
Eventually Harry shuddered to a stop and fell back onto the couch panting. A sweaty sheen glistened on his legs and face, as well as what was visible of his torso.
Louis swallowed slowly, enjoying the feeling of the other boy's come sliding down his throat.
"That was fantastic, " Harry panted, eyes closed and pink lips parted in a smile. Louis tugged down Harry's jumper and cambered up next to his boyfriend, wiping his mouth of saliva and leftover come. He kissed Harry solidly with his swollen blowjob lips.
"God, my jaw hurts," he mumbled into Harry's neck, voice hoarse and eyes resting. The other boy chuckled breathlessly, and Louis felt the vibrations on his cheek.
Suddenly Louis' eyes snapped open.
"Don't you dare tell Liam, he'll fucking skin us alive."
