Larry Stylinson Mature One Shot

Part 3

"I didn't want to talk that night, but you forced me to," Harry said. "No, you made me listen while you talked! While you said everything I never wanted to hear! Then you left! You left me, Louis! And the next time I saw you, she was hanging on your arm! So just do me one thing and answer the fucking question!" Louis was silent.

"Answer me!" Harry yelled.

Louis whipped around. The tears siding down his cheeks mirrored Harry's. "Of course I loved you!" Louis yelled back. "I still fucking love you. Do you honestly think I'm happy next to her? Do you think I don't go to bed every night wishing it were you instead of her next to me? How can you even ask a question like that?"

"Then why did you leave me? You said you wouldn't leave me!" Harry said. "Remember? At Leed's? We promised! You promised! Why did you leave me, Louis?"

"There was so much at stake, Harry! Not just for us, but for the rest of the band, for everyone." He took as step closer. "I never wanted to leave you. I never wanted to start dating her..."

"Then why wasn't there any other option?" Harry asked. "Why couldn't have we talked about it? Told the boys? Done something? Why were you so quick to leave?"

"I was so scared, Haz," Louis said. "I had never been in a relationship like ours before. We were so young; you were only seventeen. We're still so young, and so much was happening..."

"Those aren't excuses!" Harry said. "It doesn't matter how old we were or what else was going on. I love you. If I were thirty-five and a lawyer, I would still love you. Stop making excuses!"

"What do you want me to say? I fucked up, okay? I fucked up really badly, and I've been wanting to fix it everyday since then, but I couldn't," Louis said, almost pleading now. "I knew I had hurt you so badly. I didn't know if you would ever forgive me. Then Eleanor was thrown into the picture. I didn't know what to do, Harry. I'm sorry."

Harry stared at him. His body was trembling as he cried and begged for Harry's understanding and forgiveness. Harry wanted to be mad at him. He deserved to be mad at him especially after he admitted that he never wanted this separation; Harry, essentially, had been going through hell for nothing. He had every right to be mad at him.

He closed the space in between them and grabbed Louis' face with both his hands. His fingertips pushed into his hair as his palms rested on his cheeks. Louis looked up at him, half alarmed, half expectant. Harry leaned down and pressed their lips together.

He tasted exactly as he remembered, with the addition a mild saltiness that came from their tears. Louis gripped Harry's waist desperately, pulling his as close as he could. Their lips moved together frantically. Louis opened his mouth in a vain attempt to catch his breath. Harry took the opportunity and snuck his tongue inside Louis' mouth.

Louis moaned as Harry's tongue messaged his. Harry tore at Louis' shirt, breaking their kiss only long enough to pull it over his head and toss it to the floor. He pulled his own shirt off before embracing Louis again. He gripped Louis' waist and pressed their hips together; their erections brushed against each other; they both groaned.

Harry dug his fingers into the front of Louis' tight jeans and pulled him onto the bed, the older man falling on top of him. Harry grinded his hips up, pushing against Louis'.

"Lou," he breathed. The older man's lips found their way to his neck, kissing him right below his ear. He shuddered and threaded his fingers through Louis' hair. "I need you, Lou." Louis nodded and continued his path down Harry's body.

He pulled Harry's pants off then his own. He kissed Harry's thighs before slicking his fingers with his saliva and pressing them against Harry's entrance.

"No," Harry protested. "I don't need it. I just want you."

Louis looked up at him sternly. "I'm not going to hurt you, in any capacity, ever again, Harry," he said. He kissed Harry stomach. "Just relax."