Broken Repair (Larry Stylinson)

A New Contract and Winter Breaths

I wait a total of five days.

Yeah, five. I know.

It was torture not to say anything but I didn't want to rush into something like this without any real thought.

I had to think with my brain, not my cock.

Watching Harry sauntering through his house day by day, knowing that he wants me was cruel. Not only to myself, but him.

And like the nice guy he was, he never once complained. I saw the look in his eyes a few times, when I'd spot him looking at me, but he never pressed my decision.

Waking up this morning, I spent a lot of time thinking about Harry's proposition. I also though a lot about the sex we'd had. I had to will away a boner at least 5 times before I washed and dressed.

Leaving my bedroom, I was going to see Michael. It was about time I'd spent some real time with him - and not just talking about Harry.

Talking about Harry, he's in the lounge on his phone when I enter. I smile at him politely as I pass, which he returns.

"I understand. I can be there in 15. How long do you want me there for? Okay. Sounds lovely." He talks, eyes not leaving my path. He's dressed in a simple long t shirt and his usual skinny jeans. He looks quite underdressed really. Comfortable.

I grab my jean jacket and put it on, before quickly checking my hair in the mirror. Flicking it around, I deem it okay.

"I'm going out to Michaels." I half whisper, not wanting to disturb him. It sounds like something to do with the band. I don't really know why I feel the need to tell him where I'm going either.

"Okay" He mouths, and gives me a small thumbs up. "So, what is it they want?" He continues, and I leave.

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"Wow." Michael says, not really looking at anything but there was legitimate surprise in his eyes. "That was quick."

I chuckle a little. Laid back on our corner sofas with my arm behind my head, I'm quite comfortable.

"Seriously though, Lou." He continues. "What are you going to say?"

"I'm gonna say yeah." I reply, looking up at the ceiling to avoid his face. I know what he's going to say.

"What if this ends badly? I know you say that there should be no feelings, but what if you do fall? What then?" He asks, a little panicked. I could understand why. No one wants to deal with me broken hearted.

"I'll quit before that." I shrug. That's the plan anyway. Michael sighs, and I look over at him.

"Okay." He says, and I'm surprised he quit so quickly. "I trust you. He seems like he only wants to figure out why he wants you so badly anyway."

"Yeah. That's what I think anyway." I say. "Let's stop talking about that. FIFA?"

Michael smirks. Of course he's up for.

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"Is he a good kisser? Oh, oh tell me!" Lottie gushes in my ear as I try to enter Harry's house. I laugh, as I enter, phone pressed to my ear.

"Jesus, Lottie. Is that all you care about?" I chuckle.

"Yes! I need to know." She whines. I do adore her, but she isn't half annoying.

Pushing into the lounge, Harry isn't here so he must still be out.

"He's a really good kisser." I say, before pulling the phone away from my ear in haste to get away from her squeals.