Mad Hatter || l.s

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Louis and Lottie really hadn't been on the best terms since the nail salon incident, completely ignoring one another. Their mother had noticed too, but she didn't force them to make up because she knew that Lottie would still be rude and disrespectful to her older brother like she always had been. Usually when they were all eating at the dinner table, Louis and Lottie would make challenging faces at each other, causing the whole scene to be awkward.

It had been a while since Louis went back to his secret trail to see if Harry would possibly be there, sitting down and waiting for him while the bright sun caressed his face and enhanced his already gorgeous features. He thought that maybe Harry was already watching him this whole time, making sure he was safe and secure while he was without him. Creepily calming, he must say.

The small boy decided he wanted to go and check if his gut instincts were true, so he skipped over to his mother with big, pleading eyes and bottom lip scrunched out. "Mummy, I was wondering if I could go outside and play for a while." Louis asked quietly, playing with the ends of his pastel pink dress. Jay turned around from where she was dusting a family photo, lips set in a small smile.

"I don't see why not, honey, just make sure to be here before it gets dark — and remember no talking to strangers!" she called out as Louis rushed around the house to find his favorite shoes, placing a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughs when her son falls down on the carpeted floor. Louis was such a doll, Jay didn't understand how anybody could hate on him.

It only took the young boy a couple minutes to get to the trail, considering he ran the whole way. When Louis gets there, he's out of breath, having to bend over and place his hand on his thighs as he tries to regain himself. "Harry? Are you here?" he asks aloud, turning in circles and looking around the seemingly vacant forest. Louis humphs when no reply came, pouting as he crosses his arms. "I'll give you lots of hugs if you're here!"

That seems to do the trick, because not even three seconds later he feels large arms wrap around him from behind. "You sure do know how to persuade me." Harry whispers hotly in his ear, causing the blue eyed boy to shiver and melt into the touch. Louis giggles and turns around, hugging Harry properly now with his head on his chest, listening to the Mad Hatter's heartbeat.

"I missed you, Mr. Harry, my sister and I got into a fight over . . . you." he whispers the last part, blushing when finger tips grasp his chin and make him look up. Green blazing eyes meet his blue ones, and it's just now when Louis noticed how close they were. He could feel Harry's puffs of breath landing on his face, surprisingly easing him. The taller boy's eyes flicker down to Louis' lips, licking his own as he admired them.

Harry let out a breathy laugh and pulled back from the embrace, pretending he didn't see Louis frown. "Let me guess; she was telling you how evil I was and that I'm a psychopath?" he inquires, wincing at his own words because he's heard that so many times. It was so fucking weird, the people that talked shit about him didn't even know him — so how would they think that was true?

"Quite the opposite, actually, she was telling everyone at the nail salon about how you guys would end up getting married . . ." his composure falters and Harry seems to notice, frowning and gently running the tips of his fingers over Louis' cheeks.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" Harry asks gently as he places a large hand on the smaller boy's hip who blushes a pretty pink at the nickname. He wishes he could make Louis blush forever and ever because it was the cutest thing in the world. Louis was the cutest thing in the world — from his blue eyes, high cheekbones, pretty little nose, and his thin pink lips.

Louis bites his lower lip timidly, Harry's eyes following the actions hungrily. "S-She said that you would never go for a f-faggot like me when I tried to defend you." he curses himself mentally when he stutters, showing signs of weakness. Louis' eyes slip shut and he lets out an unsteady breath, waiting for Harry to tell him that his sister is true; that he would never like someone like him.

It's a few moments of silence until Harry decides to speak up, voice rough and husky. "Your sister is a bitch who can't keep her mouth shut. I think you're amazing, princess, you're extremely beautiful . . . don't listen to her." Harry reassures Louis, pulling him closer and playing with the top of his hair to calm down the small boy. He couldn't believe what Louis had to go through back home — he thought his sisters just ignored him not practically bullied him.

"Are you sure, Mr. Harry? My sister does make a pretty good point."

"I'll prove it to you." Harry says and before Louis can even open his mouth to respond, he pulls him in for a rough kiss, lips moving quickly against Louis' shocked and plaint ones. His lips felt so smooth yet rough at the same time, tasting like caramel which Harry moaned at. It took a while before Louis started kissing back, eyes slipping shut and placing a small hand on the back of Harry's neck. It felt like fire when he touched him, everything was extremely hot.

Harry couldn't believe this was finally happening — he had been fantasizing about this since he first met the boy, for gods sake. They were both breathing violently out of their nose because they were afraid if they pulled away to get a breath of air, everything would slip through their fingertips and be gone in an instant. Both boys were kissing hurriedly now, practically snogging, actually.

Louis felt the older man bite his lower lip harshly to which he gasped, Harry having the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in his mouth and taste him. Louis whined at that, suddenly squeaking when Harry roughly grabbed his ass with both hands, kneading it slowly. The green eyed man tapped Louis' thighs, indicating for him to jump and wrap his legs around him — and Louis does.

Harry carries them over towards a tree, pushing Louis harshly against it and pulling away from the snog so he could kiss down his neck. Louis threw his head back gently and looked up at the sky, lips parted as he let out little whimpers and moans while Harry kissed at his skin. The taller man finally sucked below his collarbone, causing Louis to furrow his eyebrows at the sudden sensation. Harry licks, sucks, and bites, creating a very large love bite that he made sure Louis could cover with his dress.

"Mine." Harry whispers and kisses the bruise on Louis' tan skin, burying his face in his neck and smiling to himself when the smaller boy whispers out a barley audible 'yours'.

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