Notes:
Since i'll be really busy next week and i still have more to write for the epilogue, i am posting what i have so far now because i've made you guys wait long enough. So this is just PART 1 of the epilogue! It's not finished yet. Part 2/Chapter 20 will be the last part to this fic, no matter what! I promise. Warning for lots of fluff and sex. Hopefully it makes up for the misery of the last five chapters. This is probably the most indulgent thing i've written ever, but dammit they deserve to be happy for once.
Chapter Text
Essex England | Two Months Later
Harry's 'no sex during exam season' rule had really taken its toll. Louis had gone along with it (with no shortage of whining and complaining), because he knows Harry is on scholarship and it was his last real chance to get his marks up for this term. They'd suffered a bit during the Eleanor incident, and Louis still feels really guilty about it despite Harry's efforts to reassure him.
Louis had offered him his help with revision, which Harry accepted gratefully until they actually got to the revising part. Unfortunately, Harry didn't think having Louis' hand down his pants every hour was a 'constructive learning environment', or something.
Whatever. Louis could deal with no sex (well, sort of). But in order for Harry to concentrate and get his work done, he'd pretty much had to completely separate himself from Louis for days at a time. No cuddling, no snogging, no fooling around. Period. Louis had his own exams to prepare for, so it wasn't a complete inconvenience. But he thinks maybe that the separation only made him think of Harry more instead of less, which, what the hell? Even when the younger boy isn't there to distract him, he still distracts him.
Louis' been waiting almost two weeks for today. Harry's just finished his last exam a half hour ago and Louis had intended to take complete advantage of that before Niall had called him right as Harry had gotten to his flat, and told him that he was getting them take-a-way and that Liam and Zayn were on their way over. Something about celebrating the end of the term.
He's on speakerphone and as Harry tosses his bag onto the floor and flops down on Louis' mattress, he offers him a lopsided smirk. Louis shoots him a 'help me' look but Harry's grin only broadens as he begins lazily rubbing on the strip of skin where his shirt has ridden up, just teasing Louis for the fun of it now.
Louis stutters something into the phone, eyes stuck to Harry laid out on his bed.
And it's not like Louis can tell Niall 'No thanks, mate. I'd rather spend the next four hours fucking my boyfriend until neither of us can walk straight. Maybe some other time."
Louis is definitely more honest with his friends now about his relationship with Harry, but not that honest.
Harry grins at him from the bed, obviously amused. So when Niall hangs up, Louis pounces.
Harry yelps as Louis straddles his hips and pins him to the bed. He kisses Harry soundly before he can say anything. Harry allows it, letting Louis pull him close and hold the sides of his head and control it. It's aching and slow and perfect.
Louis pulls at the front of Harry's shirt until the little inked wings on his chest become visible. He pulls away from Harry's mouth to dip his head down and trace his tongue along the tattoos.
Harry groans, panting against the top of Louis' head. "You're just...gonna take both of us down then, aren't you?"
Louis smirks, "I jump, you jump, right?"
"I don't think that's how it goes," he laughs, and then gasps when Louis nips at his collarbone.
Louis sneaks his hand down Harry's body so he can rub him through his trousers.
