Behind the Mirror

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11: How to Save a Life (The Fray)

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***Oh and if you don't like smut, then you can skip it. There are markers for when it starts and ends.***

Harry's lips were so unfamiliar, and they were soft and gentle. He smelled like mint and strawberries and cologne and everything that Louis ever wanted. It was perfect. Their lips slotted together perfectly and although he knew it was wrong, it felt so so right. Harry's tongue swept across the older boy's bottom lip asking for access, which he was granted. He sucked Louis' tongue into his mouth and hummed quietly in content, causing shivers to run up his spine.

Everything was silent, or so it seemed. The world was buzzing around them, but the two boys paid it no mind as they were totally entranced with one another. They only pulled away when oxygen was necessary and Louis quietly whimpered at the loss of contact. He opened his eyes slowly and had a sharp intake of breath when his blue orbs were met by Harry's darkened ones. His pupils were blown and he had this fond look on his face that if Louis were standing, his knees would have buckled. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the younger boy murmur something, "What was that, love?"

Harry smiled at the use of the name and leaned in to press feather-light kisses down his jaw and neck, "I said" he whispered sweetly between kisses, "I want to take care of you Lou,". Louis' eyes widened and he pushed Harry away gently,

"I-I'm sorry Haz. You know I can't do that. I dont deserve it first of all and I've already done enough wrong by kissing you, and-" He was cut off by Harry's lips crashing into his, but it was different this time. It was more desperate, like he was trying to tell him everything he was feeling through one action. Louis instinctively kissed back and it was slow, passionate. Harry was the one to pull back this time, and he rested his forehead against Louis'. Louis gazed into his eyes, which the bonfire practically made glow. And he looked like he was on the verge of tears,

"Louis, please," He panted, his voice cracked at the end and was so desperate and it made Louis' heart shatter into little pieces, knowing he had been the cause of it, "Please let me take care of you. Please. No one will have to know. This isn't for me Lou, I want to do this for you," Everything went eerily quiet as he waited for Louis' answer. Louis looked around and when he turned back to Harry, the curly-haired boy's eyes were filled with desperation and hope and lust and...and Louis exhaled shakily and nodded,

"Okay".

SMUT START

His face split into a relieved grin, dimples prominent. He began peppering Louis with kisses again and this time it was fast and fervent. He craned his neck back to give Harry more access and he felt the boy smirk when he found his sweet spot. Louis let out a low moan and Harry stopped his movements. Louis froze and whispered, "Harry?" There was no response. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"