Tiny, Darling.

Chapter 3

Harry pulled the man closer in his drunken state and pressed their lips together, his own eyes fluttering shut.

Louis' eyes widened and he blinked a few times in disbelief. He stayed still, frozen, and unable to move from pure shock. Harry's lips gently nudged at Louis' own, trying to get Louis to respond and after a few seconds, he did.

He pushed closer to the boy and brushed his lips against Harry's, his hand finding its way to rest on Harry's barely-there hip. Louis pulled Harry closer, causing the boys back to arch into Louis' front, and kissed him with a little more power. Power that Harry obviously craved.

Harry tried to press into Louis farther before Louis pulled away with a small gasp, staring at the drunken boy. Harry frowned darkly, his brows knitted together and his lips, which were slightly swollen, pursed, "Hey!"

"Harry, you're drunk," Louis whispered, as if he was trying to convince himself that it was a logical reason to stop kissing the boy.

"No I'm not!" Harry whined, stumbling forward towards Louis. It made the older man laugh at how drunken Harry actually was.

"Let's get you home, Harry," Louis hummed, wrapping an arm around his waist and slowly leading him out the doors.

Harry wouldn't give up and kept placing slobbery kisses on Louis' shoulder and neck. Louis simply rolled his eyes and took the next little while trying to steer a man who was nearly twice his size on height, width, and strength, back home.

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Louis started to wake in an unfamiliar spot, a strange leather beneath his skin instead of his normal comforting sheets, and he felt all squished.

He peeked his eyes opened and groaned softly at the light before stretching out, unaware that his small sound had alerted Harry.

"Good morning, sleepy," a deep voice chuckled from the direction of Louis' feet.

The overwhelming smell of bacon mixed with other breakfast foods finally clicked into Louis' brain and caused him to sit up at bit, rubbing his eyes, "Harry?"

Harry was stood at the stove in the corner of the jointed living room and kitchen, pushing scrambled eggs onto a plate, "Mhm?"

"What are you doing?"

"It's breakfast, nearly 10. Since you decided to make yourself at home," he grins, walking over to the still sleepy Louis, "I had to make you breakfast as well."

"Oh," Louis whispered, sitting up and accepting the plate with a small yawn, "Thank you. You didn't have to, Harry, I was just making sure you were okay after last night."

"Guess I was pretty pissed then?" He laughs, sitting across from him. His curls were messy and stuck up in every direction, with sleepy bags under his eyes.

Surprisingly, Harry had taken the alcohol quite well. He never really got hangovers, and for that he was thankful.

"Uh, yeah, a little bit," Louis smiles, taking a mouthful of the egg. It was odd for him to sit on a couch and eat breakfast, "Got quite a bit... Uh, frisky, as well."

Harry's cheeks heated a light pink and his eyes darted up to look at Louis' face, "No... Are you serious?"

"Mhm."

"Oh my gosh, Louis," Harry laughed, shaking his head and covering his face in shame, "I'm so sorry you had to deal with that. I didn't think I'd like, I don't know, get that touchy-feely."

"Oh you did. Tried to grind up on me," Louis smirks, eying him with smug eyes.

"Oh my-" Harry blushed harder, realizing that Louis probably got the memo that Harry wasn't really interested in woman, "I didn't mean to."