Suddenly (On hold??)

Chapter 4 *Mature*

This is turning into p o r n whats happening

Chapter 4 

*Mature*

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When they arrived home, Louis wanted to scream. Just scream and die and scream while he died. Which was stupid, because he'd probably be doing that anyway, since he was dying, but anyway.

Harry was perfect. Literally, flawless. 

At least, Louis thought so. Which was why he wanted to scream. Harry wasn't supposed to be perfect. He wasn't supposed to be cheeky and charming and gorgeous as fuck. And Louis wasn't supposed to have enjoyed this one day with him more than any other day of his life, but he did, and Harry was.

Why did Harry have to be perfect? It wasn't fair.

Louis thought about on the way home, while Harry blabbered on about some show he'd seen with his mother, and how awkward it had been when two of the guys made out and Harry had gotten a boner.

They reached Louis' house, which Louis knew was empty, his mum at work and sisters with friends or sports, so he opened the door and invited Harry in.

Harry thought about it for a minute before saying, "I was actually hoping to kiss you goodnight."

Louis blanched. Harry wanted to kiss him. Louis should've thought ahead, since it was a date.

"But I suppose that doesn't mean I can't come in," And Harry walked into the house. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around. "So, where's your room?"

Louis was still standing by the, now closed door, timid and maybe a bit shy. His room was a mess, it always was. Not to mention the embarrassing posters of hot celebrities he had on the walls. He didn't even know their names, but they were hot and male and shirtless, so who cares.

"It's just up the stairs," Louis gestured. Harry smiled and they went up.

Louis didn't miss Harry's laugh when he was his room, so, naturally, he blushed and stared at the floor.

"I like your room, Louis," Harry pounced on Louis' never-made bed and made himself comfortable. Comfortable meaning, his long lean body stretched out on Louis' bed and Louis having dirty thoughts. Harry stared at him and patted the space next to him. It wasn't a lot, and Louis would probably have to be flush against Harry's side, but he stretched out beside Harry anyway.

Harry shifted to his side, facing Louis, and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer so their chests were touching. Louis could feel his breath getting heavier and heavier by the second as Harry moved his face closer.

He probably shouldn't have, but he really wanted to, so he closed the distance and smashed their lips together.

Harry was a little surprised, but he recovered quick and kissed back.

It started out gentle, just bashful lips pressing together and moving slowly, but then Harry became, well, horny.

He pulled away for a second, but he moved so he was on top of Louis, straddling his waist and pressing his hands into the mattress beside Louis's head. He slammed their mouths together again and Louis went still, because where was this headed?

Harry kissed him hard and demanding, before he wanted more, and bit on Louis' bottom lip, causing Louis to open his mouth. He shoved his tongue in, swirling and tasting Louis. Louis could feel the bulge in Harry's pants against his hip, and he doesn't know why, but he bucks his own hips up, pressing them against Harry's and moaning into his mouth.

Harry hesitated for a second before rolling his hips down against Louis', and Louis moaned again.

Harry kissed him harder, licks into his mouth, pressing and grinding their hips together. 

"Mmmf. Harry, wait for a second." Louis tried to pull away, but Harry chased his mouth and kept massaging their lips and licking around Louis mouth and grinding on him, hot and dirty. Louis felt himself get harder and harder, but he couldn't.

"Harry! Stop chewing my face for a minute." Harry wasn't fazed but moved to suck on Louis' neck.

"W-where's this going?" he stammered out. He hoped Harry didn't think he was a scared virgin, even though he was, but Louis didn't need him knowing that.

Harry looked up with mirth filled eyes. "Don't worry. We're just snogging, Louis. It'll take more than one date to get into my pants." And he sucked a mark onto Louis' neck and licked over it once, smiling proudly at it. "Now, the second date is another story."

He kisses Louis' lips on last time, before getting off him and adjusting his trousers to make him prominent hard-on a bit less noticeable. Louis just lay, there, trying to catch his breath.

Harry pulled his shirt down a bit more and shrugs, because that's as good as it's going to get. He turned and smiled at Louis, before saying, "I should probably go."

"Emm. Yeah, I'll see you later, yeah?" Louis sat up and stretched his shirt over his groin. 

"Yeah," Harry beamed at him, before pecking his lips one last time, and heading out the door.

Louis waited until he heard the front door shut, before he flopped back down onto his bed and groaned loudly.

Shit.

That was great, wasn't it?

It was actually the farthest Louis had ever gone, and the fact that he and Harry were going to have a second date, well, Louis was nervous.

Because the second date was another story, wasn't it.

Harry might expect sex from him. And maybe Louis wasn't ready for that yet.

There were a lot of things that could go wrong. (Louis had looked it up.) What if Harry bottomed out (but apparently that was a good thing?) or what if he were giving Harry a blow job and accidentally bit his dick off.

Or what if-

His thoughts were halted at the sound of knocking at the front door. He stood up, glancing down once, happy to see that the thought of biting Harry's dick off made his problem go down a bit.

He trotted down the steps and opened the door.

Harry.

Of fucking course, right?

"So, I was going down the street, when I realized that I don't have your number," Harry laughed at himself. "So, fancy giving it to me?" He held out his phone and smiled, perfect white teeth and all.

"Y-yeah," Louis typed in his number and handed it back to him, trying not to shiver when Harry purposely ran his fingers over Louis' knuckles.

"Bye then," Harry kissed him and ran off down the street.

Louis stood there, still a bit shell shocked, because shit. Harry was just perfect, wasn't he.

And Louis was screwed, wasn't he.

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