Louis' p.o.v.
They were in the middle of a concert. This would be their last concert in England for a while, then they would go touring in Europe. Living on the tour bus and different hotels every week. Maybe not what Louis looked forward to the most, but it was worth it. Meeting their fans from all over the world was so cool. He still couldn't believe they had fans in countries he had never even been to. Like Finland, Poland, and they even had some fans in Asia, not to talk about America where they'd started to become very popular too. It was sick, it felt like yesterday he had competed in the X-factor. And at the same time he felt like he and the boys had known each other for much longer than they had. Especially Harry. Speaking of the Devil, Harry himself was walking towards him, smiling mischievously. Louis met him halfway and threw an arm around the boy's shoulder. He expected Harry to do the same but instead he felt a hand squeezing his butt cheek, and then the boy was gone. Louis gasped a little out of surprise. He and Harry touched each other's butts quite often, it wasn't a big deal really. Still, he couldn't help smiling. He somehow liked it when Harry touched his bum. Weird. Maybe he just liked to get Harry's attention, no secret there really.
Liam was currently reading tweets from the fans. This one said "Louis and Harry; who is proposing to who??" Louis grinned and caught Harry's eyes. For a moment he thought he saw a hint of sadness in his eyes, but then Harry smiled and said "Well, I'm clearly the more manly in this relationship so..."
"Excuse me, but manly isn't really the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of Harry Styles." Louis said with sarcasm in his voice. The fans laughed.
"Hey, just because you're jealous of my beautiful curls and my kissable lips." Harry answered.
Not jealous maybe, Louis though for himself. But he had to admit it, Harry's lips looked rather kissable. Not that he wanted to kiss them, but still. And Harry knew Louis had a weakness for his curls.
"Yeah yeah, let's say that..." Louis said and rolled his eyes.
An hour later they were finally back home. This had been a fun concert, the fans were incredible as always, but Louis was exhausted. He went to brush his teeth and when he came back to his room he found Harry in his bed, tucked under the blanket.
"Wrong bed Hazza."
"Oops, too bad I'm too tired to move." Harry grinned. "Come on Lou, it's one of our last nights at home." Harry moved over to give space to Louis.
Louis sighted. The thought of sleeping next to Harry made him a little uncomfortable for some reason.
"I'll just take your bed." he said, but when he saw the hurt expression in Harry's face he instantly regretted it.
"No, sorry I'll leave." Harry said and made a motion to get up.
"No, wait. Of course I'll sleep with you." Louis quickly said and laid down next to Harry.
"Louis you don't need to. I can leave."
"No. I want you to stay." Louis said and hugged him. And he realized it was actually true. He didn't want Harry to leave. He had missed laying cuddled like this with him. He missed the smell of him. Harry buried his face in Louis' neck and Louis started to play with Harry's hair. After a while he felt Harry's hand slowly caress his back. That was new. Intimate, in a way they hadn't touched each other before. But for some reason Louis didn't mind. It actually felt really good. He pressed his lips on top of Harry's head. Harry made a sound of approval and suddenly Louis felt a pair of lips slowly moving from below his ear and down along with his neck. When Harry found his sweet spot Louis' breath hitched a little and Harry parted his lips slightly to create a love bite. It felt really good, Louis closed his eyes and held back a moan. His thoughts about Eleanor were long gone and all he could think was Harry. He tugged a little at Harry's hair which made a slight moan escape the boy's mouth. He turned them around a little so Harry was laying on his back with Louis on top of him. He then started to kiss Harry's bare chest and stomach up and down. He could feel Harry's unsteady breaths and when he kissed all four of Harry's nipples, Harry stopped breathing completely. Somewhere in the back of his head Louis realised what they did was a bad idea. They had gone too far, but in the moment he didn't care. Harry's lips against his neck, and his hands on his back and in his hair, was all he cared about. Everything was slow and intense, not too rushed. Louis rested his forehead against Harry's and they stayed like that for a while, both with their eyes closed, just breathing and feeling each other's presences. They had never done something like this before. After a while Louis laid down, still on top of Harry and they fell asleep, embracing each other.
So, that's it. Chapter three. Finally some sexual tension coming to expression! I kinda love these intimate, beautiful and affectionate moments but I promise there will be more smut further in the story. Thanks for reading! ^.^ /Tove
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