I'm Sorry °Short Story°

Sparks

It's been two months now. Two months of guilt and stress induced sex. And Edward thinks it's okay now. Because last night Louis said his name. Not Harry's. And he knows he shouldn't be happy. But he is. He's so happy and he doesn't know why. But anyone can see its clear as day that he's happy because Louis saying his name, makes him feel loved. It makes everything okay for the 20 minutes their together. For the sexting.

Right now, Harry isn't home. He's out with Liam and they shouldn't be back for a while. And when Louis' phone buzzes, he hopes it Edward. He really does just so he has something to do, but it's Harry. And his heart is heavy in his chest.

'Miss u baby :( ilysm b home in a few hrs.' And Louis bites his lip, but doesn't reply. He scrolls through his contacts and lands on Edward's name and he presses call.

"Hey, you alright?" Edward asks. Louis sighs.

"Just come over he isn't home and I'm stressed out."

"Be there in 10." And with that, their conversation is done. Louis bites on the side of his finger and pretends he doesn't want to be sick even though he does.

Edward is there in a snap, and soon he's attacking Louis mouth and pealing his shirt off his body, but Louis protests momentarily.

"Go to the guest room." And Edward nods, picking Louis up by his bum and carrying him up the stairs as his lips work on his neck. Louis doesn't want to feel. He just wants to stop thinking about Harry and work and stadium tours and people and everything. He just needs some form of release and Edward seems to be that release for him.

Louis raked his fingers down Edward's back as Edward rolled his hips and kissed the skin on his neck and chest and behind his ear. And Edward hit everything. He hit everything that felt good until Louis was trembling and crying out and releasing everything.

"Eddie!"

"Christ Louis."

And then it was over and he spilt and Edward spilt into the rubber and he pulled out and rolled over and it was the first time Louis moved towards him for warmth.

"Eddie... This isn't right." Louis whispered. He felt his hands wrap around his shoulders and squeeze them.

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made you do all this for me." Louis cuddled into his side. Purely out of his after sex nature.

"Why doesn't this feel wrong when it's like this?"

"Like what?"

"This." Louis emphasized. "You holding me and letting ourselves breathe. And not worrying I'm gonna get caught because Harry's not home for another hour and 40 minutes."

"Does it feel better knowing you can't be caught. Well can't be thought of suspiciously?" Edward quizzed. Louis chewed his lip.

"I wish this didn't please me like this. Fucking hell, Eddie it's good and I don't know why it's good. You feel so good." Eddie just smiles. "You aren't supposed to do this with people especially with you. His brother."

"Louis maybe you like it because it doesn't feel like it's totally me. It feels like Harry too." Louis shivers. "Cold?"

"No. Worried." Edward nods.

"We can stop sweetheart. Whenever you want." Louis shook his head.

"He doesn't make love to me like this. I just want to feel good with you sometimes. Wanking is nothing compared to this. Whatever it is." Edward laughs, but he stares deeply at Louis.

"I love you Louis." Louis sits up on his elbows.

"I'm sorry I can't love you back Eddie."

"But making love to me convinced me you do. You convinced me I'm something to you. And that's all I wanted." Edward smiles. Louis does too, and he doesn't think. First it's just a kiss to his cheek because he's as cheesy and cute as his brother. But on his lips? When he gives him a simple kiss on the lips as to say 'That's so sweet.' he can feel it. He feels like he was just lit on the fourth of July and he's sparkling and when he pulls away the connection between them is so bright. And Louis wants more sex he just does. And he's riding him and kissing him and he's still glowing. And their release isn't anything they've ever had before because It's been shot into the sky. They let each other feel and when Louis looks at the time and sees they have 50 minutes left, he and Edward strip the bed so fast and shower together to save time. And it ends up being a shower song. And when they have half an hour they clean up and get dressed. And at 12 minutes and a text from Harry saying he'll be home soon, he sends Edward out the door with a kiss and a smile. Telling him to take the back roads so Harry wouldn't see him. And just as Harry pulls in, his phone vibrates.

'I felt it.' and Louis is almost relieved and when Harry opens the door with a tired grin, Louis stands and goes over to him.

"Hey Lou." Harry greets.

"Hey Beautiful." And Harry's eyes lighten.

"How do you feel. Took a shower I see." Louis clears his throat.

"Better so much better. I cleaned the guest room while you were gone too." And Harry nods, placing a kiss on Louis forehead. "You look tired. Care for a cuddle baby?" Harry nods yanking Louis upstairs to their bedroom and burying his face into his shoulder.

"I love you."

"You to E-Harry." Louis' eyes bulge but Harry doesn't catch the mistake. But Louis does.

Louis didn't sleep that night.