i love you (it's ruining my life) » l.s.

two

Sunlight filtered in through the blinds, shining over Louis' face. He slowly opened his eyes, vision bleary, and began to blink awake. There was a satisfying, bone-deep ache in his body that always came after a night of sex. He looked to his left and chuckled to himself when he realised Harry had shifted all the way to Louis' side of the bed, limbs sprawled and still deeply sleeping. There was so much space for the both of them and Harry chose to be up against Louis, sharing his pillow and stealing all of his body heat. Greedy little omega.

Louis sat up, allowing his gaze to sweep over his bedmate and all of his smooth, creamy skin. At the moment, he was lying on his stomach, arms splayed over Louis' pillow, and one of his legs was crooked to the side while the other lay straight, exposing the light pink flesh between his thighs. Louis couldn't help but stare at the swollen pussy, one that he ravaged last night as he had promised Harry multiple orgasms. It had been a long time since they'd seen each other, so they were naturally making up for lost time, although Louis hadn't abstained from hook-ups in the slightest.

He had a bit of a reputation. With a string of lovers across every continent, he always had an omega to keep his bed warm if he wanted. This one, in particular, was probably his favourite at the moment, but he wouldn't tell him that. Harry would definitely get in his head about it and make it a whole thing, which wasn't worth it.

Climbing out of bed, Louis stretched and walked to the bathroom where he brushed his teeth and freshened up. He grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser and then made his way to his kitchen. He'd had some groceries delivered yesterday morning and ordered a couple of avocados as he remembered Harry's preferred breakfast was an avocado toast with a sprinkle of salt and pepper and some lemon zest. While he set about making that, he also prepared himself a greasy and filling breakfast sandwich while answering all of the people he'd ignored last night. Liam had texted him to let him know what time they were leaving later that day to go to Manchester for their next show and the band group chat was making crude comments about Louis and Harry since they'd left together.

Considering this wasn't the first time the two of them had left a show or event together, nor would it be their last, Louis found it silly that his friends were still making jokes. As if the other band members weren't notorious for the numerous hook-ups they had lined up on any given day. None of them were in relationships and yeah, Louis probably slept around the most, but he was consistent. Harry was someone he was consistent with.

They'd met a little over two years ago at a fashion show. It was Louis' first one that he attended and he'd sat in the front row for Yves Saint Laurent. He remembered geeking out about it, taking a variety of pictures to show off to his friends. When the show began, he focused on the models more than he did on the clothes. They were all beautiful and potential options for a hook-up, but it was Harry who caught his attention the most. His powder white complexion, rouge lips, and enticing green eyes.

When the models walked the runway, they never looked directly at the audience but rather they looked straight ahead with a neutral expression. However, to this day, Louis swore he saw Harry's eyes flit in his direction for a split second. Whenever he brought it up, Harry denied it and Louis never believed him. He knew what he saw! He was so sure of it and all he'd wanted to do the rest of that night was find the model, which he did during the after-party.

With a drink in hand, Louis idled by himself in the corner, watching the crowd and wondering who he should speak to. He then noticed Harry at the bar, changed into a tight-fitted suit, glittering underneath the dim lights. It was a breathtaking sight and Louis just wanted to capture it. He raised his phone discreetly to snap a picture of Harry, thinking he'd send it to his boys, but also keep it for himself, when suddenly the flash went off.