Louis hasn't been able to sit still ever since Harry told him about his deal with Nathan. He feels sick to his stomach. It made him want to scream and cry and throw up, but most importantly, take Harry and run. Far away, where no one would know them, and Harry wouldn't have to meet these outrageous expectations of his parents. Where he wouldn't be married off to someone he doesn't even like. Somewhere Louis could protect him from everything and everyone bad, and they can just be together. Harry could open his bakery, and Louis could keep giving tennis lessons and everything would be perfect. Harry would be his, and only his.
It's barely been a day since Harry told him about it. Now, Louis is standing on the court training an elderly couple, who always tip him graciously. He really should be, actually he has to, perform his best, but he just can't. Because Harry is there, sitting under the shade of a tree, and pretending like he's reading a book. They both know he isn't. Everytime Louis chances a glance at him, Harry is silently staring into the distance, a lost look on his face.
He almost started crying this morning when Louis told him he'd have to go give training lessons. Hence the reason he is now sitting here, in white shorts and one of Louis jumpers, with the wind blowing through his hair. The temperature has dropped significantly over night, and it seems there is a rain storm coming their way. How fitting.
As soon as the lesson is over, Louis bids them their goodbyes and watches them leave impatiently. Immediately, like a gravitational pull, he's glued to Harry, cradling his face between his hands gently, and pressing soft kisses to Harry's nose and lips.
Kissing Harry, no matter in what form, is always absolutely intoxicating. Louis is addicted to the way Harry melts into him so quickly, turning to honey in Louis' hands. How he lets himself get lost in their desire, trusting Louis to protect and care for him.
"Missed you." Harry whispers, making Louis smile.
"I missed you too, doll." He responds and finds that it's true. Even though it was only a couple of hours, Louis did miss him. He couldn't wait to get his hands back on him. The whole time all he could think was, Harry Harry Harry. "Two more hours then I'm finished for today, okay?"
Harry hums, closes his eyes and puckers his lips, silently asking for a kiss that Louis easily grants him and then some.
"Two hours." He repeats as he pulls away, and jumps over the small fence that divides the court from the small gallery.
The two hours drag on for what feels like forever, but eventually he and Harry are walking back together. Louis' fingers are twitching by his side, craving to hold Harry's hand, and show everyone who Harry really belongs too. That's just the thing though, he doesn't belong to Louis, so they still have to be careful and be aware of their surroundings.
"Will I see you tonight?" Louis asks as they stop at the point where the paths cross, one way leading towards the parking lot, and the other towards the staff bungalows.
"I can't promise you anything, but I'll try to sneak out once my parents go to bed." Harry says, leaning forward but immediately stopping again, looking around to make sure no one is close. Louis hates that it's like this. He just wants to hold and kiss Harry freely, fuck whoever sees. Before he can think too much further, Harry finally connects his lips with Louis, and there's another hit of his new addiction.
"If not I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Mhm, wouldn't dare to miss my lesson." He says, giggling when Louis pinches his bum. When Louis sees he has safely gotten into his car he starts to make his way to his temporary home, lighting a cigarette on his way.
Zayn is sitting on one of the metal chairs of Louis' porch, holding up a joint that Louis gratefully accepts. He lets his bum fall to the top stair of the porch with a thump, leaning against the railing and straightening his legs across the step to sit comfortably, and so he's able to look at Zayn.
YOU ARE READING
Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes
Fanfiction"So we probably shouldn't do this." Louis says, and Harry knows he means staying like this, wrapped up in each other, and he nods, then lifts his head from Louis' shoulder. His eyes are focused on the ground while he tries to will the tears away. "W...
