A Month of Us (A Steamy Stylinson fic)

Before the Break

-Third Person Omniscient....(Author's POV-

   The bet was taking it's toll on everyone. Harry still couldn't believe that Louis had agreed to something so stupid. He and Niall had shared a look of surprised exasperation when their boyfriends shook on the bet. To make things even worse, Harry and Louis hadn't had actual sex for about a week and a half before the bet, while Niall told Harry that he and Liam had "gotten some" the day before. No sex + no touches + jumpy Louis = distant Harry.

   Call Harry crazy, but he really missed the accidental, casual touches with his boo. Simple things like little shoulder bumps in the hall or letting their fingers brush and linger. He wasn't knocking the sex, oh no. And, most of all, Harry missed how Louis would play with his curls.

   Harry was eating cereal at the table one morning, with a shirtless Liam in the kitchen, and a frustrated Louis standing in the doorway, undressing Harry with his eyes. Niall came down the stairs in one of Liam's too-big tee's, his boxers and mismatching socks, rubbing at his eyes halfheartedly. His shoulder bumped Louis' as he shuffled into the kitchen. Louis' eyes never left Harry's broad torso as Niall made his way around the table. Suddenly, a stifled gasp lifted Louis' eyes from his boyfriend. It came from Liam, as girly as the squeak was, but its reason was manly enough.

  There, in the kitchen, was a half-asleep Niall holding a shirtless horrified Liam from behind. "FUCKING FINALLY!!!" came Louis' shrill screech of victory as Niall reeled away from Liam, only now realizing what he had done. Harry had just swallowed a mouthful of cereal when he felt Louis' lips on his. Harry was roughly hauled up out of his seat by his tee shirt and, out of the corner of his eye, saw Liam give a sobbing Niall a tight hug. (Oh, did I mention that the losing couple was forbidden from sex for that month..? Yeah... that was the other reason they wanted to win.)

   Louis was about ready to burst from happiness and, yes, lust, because now Harry was his, all lovely fucking his, again. He felt a bit sad for Niall, because the poor Irish lad hadn't even agreed to this, but, then again, neither had Haz and, at this crazt moment, he was incredibly glad that his Harry wasn't the one feeling that way. And so, Larry left Niam in the kitchen, snogging their way up the stairs to Louis' bedroom, which was, thankfully, the first room they fell in to.