Take Me To Church

Chapter Six

A/N

4000 WORDS MFSSSS IM FUCKING FEEDING YALL.

SO SORRY FOR THE SHIT ASS CHAPTER LAST TIME PROMISE YOULL LIKE THIS ONE (hehe).

VOTE. PLEASE.

Harry's POV:

"I feel..." Louis adjusts his dress shirts collar. He frowns as he looks in the mirror, "Fancy." He describes, and rests his hands on mine, which hug around his waist, my head on his shoulder.

He glances back at me, "That's not really a good thing." He sighs and lifts my hand to his lips. He presses a kiss to my knuckles. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

I frown, "You've gone before."

"Yeah, so I could watch you."

I scrunch up my face, "you're such a weirdo."

"Piss off, you love me." He steps out of my arms and grabs his leather jacket from my bed, shrugging on. He turns and looks at me, standing with my arms crossed, I shake my head. "What?" He pouts. I grin and step over, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him. His hands automatically fall onto my waist, bringing me towards him. 

He sways towards the bed and pulls me down with him. With one leg over either side of his hips, his head falls onto my pillow, his hands gripping my ass, mine run through his hair, grasping it tightly and gasping into his mouth as his hands squeeze. He moves his lips to my neck, a strangled noise escaping my lips quietly.

"Fuck." He murmurs in between kisses, "Harry," He kisses my lips again, his hands moving to my thighs, "babe-"

A knock on my door breaks us apart. I jump away so quickly I startle myself, falling over my own feet and knocking over my lamp. It crashes and Louis winces, sitting up and looking dazed, a cloudy mist over his eyes.

"Harry?" My mums voice calls from outside my door, "Are you alright?" I stumble over to my cupboard, slamming the door.

"Yeah! Everything's fine! I'm just..." I glance at Louis, a big smirk on his face. Idiot. I glare at him. "Getting dressed!"

There's a hesitation before her answer, she's probably debating whether or not to open the door. If she does, I'm screwed. We're screwed.

"Okay, well, hurry, we have to go meet the Tomlinson's soon."

"Okay!" I call back, the sound of her heels clinking down the hallway and down the stairs calms my nerves. I turn to Louis, his hair is a mess, his eyes still misty, he smiles all dopey like. I storm towards him, sitting on the bed and dragging my hands over my face. He sits up and kisses my cheek. I look at him, "That was close." He nods and wraps a curl around his finger.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, resting his head on my shoulder. I kiss his forehead and fix his hair.

"It's not your fault, babe, it's this stupid world." He glances up and smiles. I smile back before playfully pushing his away, "You're not wearing that jacket though."

**

"Thank you all for coming today, Amen."

"Amen." Hundreds of voices echo around the room.

"Awomen." Louis mutters next to me, slouched over, hiding his face.

"Louis." I whisper a warning. He rolls his eyes and scrunches up his nose.

"Amen." He murmurs and scowls, "Fuck me, I need a cigarette." I elbow him and he yelps quietly. He glares at me before continuing to avoid looking at the priests on stage. Everybody begins to stand and starts walking outside to the community lunch. My mother turns to me.