Heated

Chapter 14

"I miss him so much Gem." I whisper because her little baby boy is asleep in the room over. He barely sleeps.
"So get him back." She looks exhausted, the baby has taken a lot out of her. Surprisingly, Theo is a great dad he just works a lot so Gem never gets a break.
"I don't know... He doesn't seem interested."
"You haven't even tried. You have to try. For him." Gemma moves closer to me to engulf me in a hug. She really is a good sister.
"Lottie says he's really bad..."
"So you need to do something really big!"
"But like... What?"
"Where did you meet?"
The room goes silent as we realize her mistake.
"He was around when we were little Gem. He's always been there." I rub my eyes and sigh softly.
"You know what? Just talk to him. Go to his house, go in his room and talk to him."
She starts to cry, and I immediately run over and hug her. "I'm sorry the baby is just taking so much out of me..."
"Its okay I'm sorry for bombarding you with my problems... I should have listened better." I look into her eyes, and a bit of her childhood shown through. Living with her was refreshing but sometimes it hurt both of us.
"Harry let's go to the park, mum can I take Harry to the park?"
I sat in my room hoping my mother said yes, Gemma sitting next to me.
"No. Harry's friends are outside waiting for him, he promised yesterday to play with them!" My mother responded and I remembered I did. I looked at Gemma and she looked hurt.
She used to be my best friend but as I got older, everyone wanted to hang out with me. I should have stayed with her but I left saying, "See you later!"
Not knowing later wouldn't come for a couple years.
"Go get him Harry." The same look was in her eyes as the last day I was a child and as I did last time, I left without a thought. I even said the famous "See you later!" But this time I knew I meant it.
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Once I knocked on the door, Doris answered it, with Lottie behind her.
"Hi Harry!" She giggled and wrapped her arms around my legs. I missed his family but not nearly as much as I missed Louis.
"Hello cutie. Hi Lottie."
"Its not a good day, he hasn't been out-"
"I don't care. I'll do whatever it takes." I say and once Doris let's go I walk in, going straight for Louis' room. The rest of his family must have been in the family room but I didn't want to waste any time.
I tried the door but it was locked. I knocked but I got no response. So I got on my tippy toes and looked at the door frame, seeing a key. How did Louis get it up there? I'm not even sure he's tall enough! Letting go of the thought, I unlocked the door and put the key back. Sweat started to build on my forehead as I opened the door, slowly shutting and locking it behind me.
I couldn't say anything as I went down the steps, all the words were clogged in my throat. As I got to the bottom step, I see Louis looking terrible. He looks like he hasn't showered in weeks and his floor is littered with alcohol.
"No mum I didn't drink today." He mumbled not even looking my way. "I don't want lunch." His voice was raspy and tired. I did this to him.
"L-Louis..." I spit out, suddenly feeling young again. Louis whipped around looking at me, taking in my sight. Surprise and hurt was emanating off of him.
"You haven't cut your hair... And you're taller." He looked so angry that a calm front was over him, I've only seen him like this once before.
"I also almost have my GED. I've been working hard." I say stepping closer. Louis just rolls his eyes and makes an unintelligible sound. "I miss you." I say, choking on my words.
"Fuck you." He stands up and starts walking towards a room, "I'm taking a shower." And slams the door behind him.
I couldn't give up. Quickly I stripped, placing my clothes on his couch, walking towards a new addition to his room which I figured was the bathroom. I hear the water running and I gulp down my fears.
Walking into the bathroom I look Louis in the eyes through the glass sliding doors of his shower that haven't fogged up yet. Both of our cocks hardened at the sight of each other naked, and my heart swelled; I missed the intimacy.
I shamelessly walk up to the door and open it, stepping into the shower with him. I stared at him biting my lip, taking in his whole body, getting even harder.
"Stop biting your lip Harold you know what that does to me." He grumbles out staring at my lips. I bite harder, testing his limits. The shower was pretty large, five foot by nine foot at least. everything but my head was wet, he was all wet.
"For fucks sake Hazza!" He moaned pushing me and slamming me against the glass doors, still stronger than me, and all I felt was his strong hand against my back, and I knew he was admiring my new asset. "Have you been doing squats?" He asks placing his hand on my ass.
"Yes."
"Fuck." He moaned and then spanked me so hard I yelped. But it wasn't to hurt me, it was because he was turned on. "Bend your knees. Or lay down, your choice."
I chose the less painful way knowing what he was going to do. It was probably going to be emotionless as it always was for the first time after I had been bad.
He proved that theory wrong by turning the water warmer, asking if it was a warm temperature, and then kissing me so softly I thought I would melt. He pushed the tip against my entrance looking me in the eyes. "Ready?" He asked, I was surprised he was going in with no prep. I felt a little pre-cum spill out as I nodded.
He slowly pushed in his throbbing cock, holding my hand as I squeaked and moaned, it was bliss.
After the first couple minutes he sped up, beaming and looking lovingly into my eyes. I started crying tears of joy that were washed away in the shower water, as if never happening. I could tell Louis was close, and so was I. He was thrusting into me sloppily hitting my prostate and suddenly I feel his liquid fill me and mine shoots out onto my chest. With a couple more thrusts, Louis pulls out breathing shakily. I couldn't move I was so happy. Louis turned off the shower and exited, making my heart hurt until I realized he returned with a towel, wrapping me up. I stood shakily as he rubbed the towel over my skin, making me dry.
"You need a haircut..." He whispered rubbing my hair through the towel, my hair bouncing into perfect little curls at the end.
"I'm sorry." I whisper, not humoring the small talk.
"I know." He wouldn't look at me, so I tapped his chin lightly with my finger tips. "Harry stop..." He said then met eyes with mine. He looked so tired and old.
"I never want to be with anyone else. I never wanted to. I'm sorry I was a jerk. I love you Louis." I say unwavering.
Louis paused, starting to cry. "I love you too Harry."