Captured Ink, Hidden Hearts

Harry

Hand in hand and an hour late, they both finally arrive at the club where they have arranged to meet their friends.

“What do you think, how angry will they be?” Louis asks as he lets his gaze slide over the many people inside. "And where are they?"

While Louis seems a bit stressed and also looks extremely tired, Harry is buzzing with energy and honestly doesn't care if anyone is angry. He had the best sex of his life and would make their friends wait for them again. Besides, real friends should treat you to something like that.

"I think I spotted them back there," Harry nods into the corner of the club and with Louis by his hand he makes his way through the packed club.

It feels good to have Louis by his side, to go out with him and to show him off as his boyfriend. He sees the looks that are partly on Louis as they walk past the people and instead of jealousy, like back in the trampoline park when everything was still uncertain between them, he is now overcome by a wave of pride that Harry is the man at Louis' side, that he is who haves him all alone. A look over his shoulder at Louis and their eyes immediately meet and Louis just looks so damn good.

It's the first time he's seen him in a button down, his hair held back with a thin band and those way too tight jeans paired with his Vans with the obvious hickey on his neck... if Harry thinks about it a little more, he has a boner in the next few seconds, that's for sure.

But he can't help himself, can't defend himself against this desire - he stops in the middle of the club, Louis almost collides with his body against his, but Harry is quick enough to hold him in his arms to support him and attack him with a kiss. How could he not when he looks like that? When they just had their first real sex just now and it was everything for Harry. Everything he has ever dreamed of all in this one man, plus the realisation he had during sex of how far he has actually fallen for him... how quickly and incredibly deep he loves Louis. Actually he would love to shout it to the world. But for this moment it's enough for him that Louis is in his arms, he kisses him in the middle of a crowd and everyone can and should see how good they are together.

Until he is suddenly tapped on the shoulder and he pulls away from Louis with a sigh.

"Who's bothering me?" he asks without taking his eyes off Louis' own little blue universe, who also smiles wryly at him and makes no move to tear his eyes away from Harry.

"Your friends. We’ve been waiting for you for a damn hour," Niall replies and finally Harry turns to him and Liam, who is standing next to him, and smiles.

"Oh hi," Harry says, turning to face their friends with Louis pressed against his side.

“Oh hi?” Liam snorts. "That’s all you have to say?"

Niall laughs loudly and pats Liam on the shoulder. “Just look at them, wrecked is the only word I can think of. Oh and nice hickey Louis. At least I assume you’re Louis?”

While Harry rolls his eyes in amusement, Louis reaches his hand out to Niall and replies with red cheeks, "Hi, yes I'm Louis. Nice to meet you."

“Same. And I have to say, even if I'm straight, damn you're hot. I now see why Harry couldn’t keep his hands off you.”

Louis' eyes widen and his mouth keeps opening and closing, clearly searching for words while Liam grins and raises his eyebrows. Finally, Louis looks at Harry so irritated that he has to chuckle quietly.

“Is he always so honest?” Louis asks quietly to Harry.

“Yup. Unfortunately," Harry nods, remembering Niall's words about Louis at the beginning all too well.