It was like everything in their relationship ; Loving, slow, patient and understanding. Don't get him wrong Harry enjoyed the way Louis made love to him, always so carefull and beautiful, but it was never quite enough. Something was missing and Harry knew exactly what it was. He knew what he craved and he guessed that Louis knew it too.
Louis has always been a very protective boyfriend, so when he find out that Harry had asthma he made sure not to overwhelm his boyfriend in any way.
Meaning two long months of vanilla sex. Not that Harry was complaining.
His movements slow, cautious and teasing. No matter how hard Harry begged for a little more speed or roughness, he wouldn't get what he wanted. No, what he needed so bad.
The boys were absolutely exhausted after a long day of your rehearsal, desperately trying to learn some kind of choreography.
It was a hot summer day, the air standing thick and heavy, not moving at all. So when the lads made their way across the parking lot, sweat started to drip of them seconds later.
Even Louis didn't seem to enjoy the heat, which meant it must be really warm, since he was the one to freeze the most, always walking around with a blanked around his small hips.
After waving a short goodbye to the lads, Harry and Louis were quick to swing themselves into their car, driving home.
While Harry made them a nice little dinner, Louis hopped into the shower, trying to cool his heated body a bit.
Finishing their plates, Louis got up, taking over the cleaning part, thanking Harry for the delicious mean. He earned a fondly smile from the boy standing in between the doorframe.
Louis blows him a quick kiss, before Harry turned around heading to the bathroom.
The evening went by rather quick, since there was not much energy left in neither of them.
Pushing the red big button of the fan, a satisfying little wind startes to blow through the shared bedroom, soothing the thick air.
It was already dark outside, curtains were closed all the way.
Louis lays himself next to Harry, not quite cuddling this time, because of the heat, which was fine with him.
Covering themselves with a thin sheet of fabric, both boys were falling asleep to the soothing sound of the rotating fan over them.
Three hours of sleep went by peacefully until Harry starts to shift uncomfortably on his side of the bed, trying to find a good position.
Swallowing after a big yawn, making him realize how thirsty he was.
Hopping out of bed, heading to the kitchen and pouring himself a big glass of water. Harry humes as the cold liquid refreshes his body. Putting the class in the sink, he aimes straight for his bed again. Not really wanting to open his eyes to much, afraid of the tiredness vanishing away.
Shivering a bit as his bare feet rushed over the wooden floor, trying to make as little sounds as possible. Harry found the room quite cold, so he pushes down the button, hearing as the fan getting slower until it froze fully.
Slipping his body under the sheets again, his mind begins to wander. All kinds of scenarios going through his head.
The other day, during a little break, Harry hugged Louis from behind, tugging his head into the crotch of his boyfriends neck, inhaling his warm smell. Slowly stroking the sides of Louis curves, that Harry loved so much, Harry heard a loud clicking sound. Turning to the side he saw Niall lowering a big digital camera, smiling at him. "I needed some new stuff for my Larry collection." the irish lad said honestly. Harry only rolled his eyes back then, but couldn't help but smile looking back now.
