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Chapter 6

A/N A very special flashback update for ! Hope you enjoy teenage Larry.

Louis' POV

*flashback*

3rd person POV

"You shouldn't stand so close to the window," Harry hears from behind him. He turns away from the window; away from the twinkling lights of the night life and the invisible stars in the dark sky. Harry can see Louis from the twinkling lights, the yellow shadows on his face, the way the navy blue sheets are gathered at his waist, he can see the soft movement of his chest with every quiet breath he takes, as if the slightest loud noise would break the façade they were currently in. Even if it was just for the night.

"It's too dark for anyone to see, love." Harry's voice is soft, taking on a quality that is only used in moments like this, when he feels as if they're the only two people in the world and not even a breath of a threat can touch them. Their eyes meet and Harry finds himself being drawn in by the unyielding, blue intensity of them. His footsteps are muffled by the grey carpet as he makes his way across the room where he lays, noting the way his eyes roam over his body. Harry thinks that if he were a modest person, he'd be blushing, but he's not.

"Wouldn't want to risk it." Louis whispers as Harry crawls over him, the mattress dipping underneath the weight of his body. Louis' leg comes out from underneath the sheet to instinctively wrap around a longer, paler one than his own. His hands grip Harry's biceps, watching the skin change color when he squeezes them lightly. When he feels a grip on the back of his neck and a thumb on the underside of his jaw his gaze goes back to the boy above him. He traces the line of his jaw, his wide, green eyes and his red lips still puffy and sore from earlier. He counts the freckles on his nose, the hairs of his eyebrows and the pores on his cheeks until he's memorized every inch of Harry's face for the umpteenth time. Louis tilts his chin up, wanting the feeling of a warm mouth on his own until he feels the press of Harry's lips on his. Harry's tongue breaks past the barrier of Louis' lips and tangles it with his own. Harry sighs into the kiss, drags the hand that's not holding himself up down Louis' chest and kisses him deeper until it feels like the bed is swallowing them up like the sea they swam in earlier, big and dark and comforting. Louis thinks that he can still taste the sea on Harry's tongue and has the sudden urge to drown in it.

Harry slots himself between Louis' legs and presses their bodies together. He can feel the hairs on Louis' arms stand up and goose-bumps rise despite the heavy humidity of the late summer air. Harry breathes Louis in. The feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of him, the presence of him. He wants to crawl into Louis' wide eyes and borrow a home for himself inside Louis' chest. He wants to be able to feel the steady beat of Louis' heart and find the light that he emits whenever he walks into a room because Harry is positive Louis must have been the sun in a past life.

There are blunt nails digging into his back, thick thighs wrapping around his waist and slim hips hesitantly pushing up into his own. He detaches his mouth from Louis' and presses soft kisses down his cheek, his jaw and down the column of his throat until he can feel the no-longer-soft breaths of his chest. Now, they're heavy, loud and labored. His blood is flowing faster through his body with arousal and Harry can hear the rapid beating of his heart as it pumps it faster through his veins, then smirks when he can feel where all that blood is going. He can feel it barely grazing his stomach and press into his belly when he leans down to capture one of Louis' nipples into his mouth. He hears a small, gasping breath and then there are fingers combing through his hair, pushing it back out of his eyes because he knows Louis likes to watch him. Harry's eyes flicker up to meet Louis' and then he sucks especially hard. He revels in the soft flutter of Louis' eyelashes on his cheek when his eyes slip shut. Harry moves his mouth across Louis' chest to the other nipple and latches his lips around that one. His hands are everywhere on Louis' hot, little body. Running up and down the inside of his thighs, pressing his thumbs into the crease of his pelvis—a place he knows would make Louis weak at the knees if he were standing—and around to grip at the fleshy bum. He spreads his cheeks and dips his finger in to rub at Louis' sticky, stretched out hole. Louis' hips are grinding hopelessly into Harry's, his cock hard and flush against his stomach and it takes all of Harry's will power not to just grind them to their orgasms because he loves when Louis gets like this. When he's sleepy and pliant and quiet and soft and breathy whimpers and sharp nails digging into Harry's skin and does anything Harry asks him to.