TODAY IS THE DAY WHEN LOUIS LOSES HIS YOU-KNOW-WHAT SO READ ON IF YOU'RE CHEEKY;) smuttiest chapter yet
Warning: Ultra smut
Double warning: Smutty smut... you get the picture
"H-Harry?" Louis swallowed.
"I want you to be me husband. I want us to be together forever - just you and I." Harry took something sparkly out of his pocket and slipped it on Louis' finger.
"H-Harry, it's beautiful..." Louis trembled, with a mixture of emotions.
"Just like you." He reached forward and kissed Louis on the lips, making him blush.
"I need time to think. Can I...?"
"Of course. Take as long as you need. I'll always be waiting here for you." Harry smiled, as Louis shakily got up and went through to the bedroom. He struggled to pull out his phone and press the call button next to Zayn, let alone hold it to his ear. He couldn't remember exactly what had happened earlier, just that the room was blisteringly hot, and it was intoxicating. He also remembered falling asleep... and dreaming about kissing Zayn. Dreaming?
"'Ellllllo?"
"Hey, Zayn."
"Erm, hi, Louis." came the choked up voice.
"Earlier... did we er... kiss?" and then Zayn laughed.
"NO! Haha, in your dreams. No, we didn't mate. You fell asleep." Zayn was a great liar.
"Ph-ew!" he wiped his forehead. "Sorry. Don't worry. I need to go. Bye!"
"See yaz." The line went dead.
"Time to get my man." Louis muttered, as he stuff the brick of a phone back in to his bright red chino pocket, racing out of the bedroom.
It was pretty much a love story moment. Harry was on one end of the hall, Louis on the other. Harry looked typically Harry: tight black t-shirt, tight black jeans, black vans. Louis look typically Louis: burgundy striped tee, bright red chinos, baby blue vans. As Louis ran and launched himself on to Harry, they looked perfect for each other.
"Hello, there." Harry muttered against Louis' tee.
"Hey, baby." they let go, Louis clinging on to Harry's shoulders. "Ask me again."
"Louis Tomlinsom, will you do the best honour and be my husband?"
Louis teased by hesitating for a moment, before whispering in his ear: 'Yes'.
"Yes!" Harry picked his fiance up, fixed him up on his shoulder and swung him round.
"No! Harry, put me down!"
Eventually, Harry stopped spinning them around, and they crashed on the small sofa in the lounge. They looked in to each others eyes, emerald meeting sapphire. "Tonight's the night Harry."
"For what, baby?" Harry did something he never normally did; play with Louis' hair. Usually it was the other way round.
"I want you to take my virginity tonight, Harry. I want you to make me feel good."
Harry grinned widely. "That much, I can do." He leaned down and kissed Louis lovingly.
"I don't want to be drunk - I wanna be completely sober. So sober I wanna remember every detail and inch of you being inside of me."
"Stop, you're turning me on." Harry purred.
"Let's lounge around all day, go out for dinner, and tonight, we can..."

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