It's Complicated || Larry & Ziam [COMPLETED]

forty-eight

"... please don't take my sunshine away! Happy birthday, baby!"

Louis had brought beer. He wasn't drunk, but comfortably tipsy, and the "party" hadn't started yet. Really, it was only the two of them, and no one else was there yet. Louis had just finished serenading Harry with yet another song, sung horribly on purpose with fake voice cracks and a key about half an octave away from what the songs should be. Still, Harry found it endearing.

The last couple of weeks of January after Louis had managed to tell people about them had passed, and everyone knew about them by now. Harry wasn't mad anymore, but he was still getting used to the seemingly even more hateful glares of his classmates. Whenever anybody stared or glared or scowled at them, Louis would defiantly take Harry's hand in his and give them a look. He'd even kissed Harry in the hallway as a quick goodbye as they headed off to class. Harry figured there were pros and cons of it, but he couldn't change how it was.

"You should kiss me for that awesome performance," Louis said. Harry'd videoed the  You Are My Sunshine one, for the memory. It was something Harry wanted to remember forever.

Harry leaned forward and kissed him then, slowly letting out the deep breath he'd taken. He couldn't fully comprehend how this was his life, how he'd gotten such a beautiful, funny, caring boy as his and how Louis wasn't ashamed of him in any way anymore. Louis kissed him back slowly, sensually, unhurriedly. It was familiar and comfortable and Harry could live like this forever. He could do all of this forever.

Louis tasted like alcohol just then, but when he hadn't had any, he tasted like mint toothpaste and gum. Louis smelled like the best cologne Harry'd ever smelled before, masculine and sweet and rich. Louis always looked gorgeous, but he looked even better now, with his hair messy and his eyes bright and mischievous and his smirk small but definitely there. Harry was obsessed with Louis and every aspect of him, and he'd never felt his heart feel so full before.

No one could say that their relationship hadn't gotten stronger. They were more affectionate, in private and in public, and more serious about each other and more meaningful. They'd gotten more intimate, with personal questions about their family and how they saw the world and everything. They'd even gone so far as a handjob (Harry wasn't exactly sure how they'd gotten to that point, but Louis had been wondering just how experienced Harry was and asked Harry to do something. Harry wasn't scared of anything sexual with Louis, so he'd done it. It was fun, to be honest).

"Let's watch more Glee. You've gotten me into it, and I need to see what happens next."

Harry chuckled. "Okay, babe. Glad you like it."

They held each other as they settled on the couch and watched episode after episode. Louis arrived earlier than anyone else, hours earlier, so they had time.

After a few episodes more, Louis picked up the remote, paused the show, and kissed Harry for several minutes. They stopped only to breathe, and continued on for what felt like hours. Harry was practically in heaven. Louis was the best birthday present he could've received.

"Have I ever told you how good at kissing you are?" Louis asked breathlessly. "'s not fair. You shouldn't have been allowed to have so much practice before me."

"Sorry," Harry laughed. "You had lots of practice before me, remember. You aren't one to talk."

"Shut up. That doesn't count." Louis took Harry's hands and pushed him flat on his back, lay on top of him, and kissed him even more. Harry was going to go absolutely mental if Louis kept driving him crazy like this. Louis on top of him was way too hot, especially when it  would be time any second now for Gemma, Liam and Zayn, or his mum and his stepdad to arrive.

"It does count," Harry retorted when he'd gotten the chance, trying not to sound so affected.

"Shh." Louis kissed him tenderly. "God, I love you."

Harry didn't want to sound cliché, but he heard the sound of brakes squealing to a stop in his head, like he was in a movie. He moved his hands out of Louis's grip and pressed them against his boyfriend's chest, pushing upwards just enough so that Louis would stop kissing him for a second and they could look each other in the eye.

"Lou," Harry murmured, shocked and surprised and with a thousand mixed emotions.

"What?" Louis asked cheerfully, as if he didn't recall saying anything at all.

Well, shit, Harry thought. He couldn't make a big deal out of it if Louis didn't even think there was something important enough. Maybe Louis thought that he had just thought it and didn't realize he said it. But that would still mean that Louis would have thought it, which meant...

"Nothing," Harry told him, taking Louis by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to kiss him more. His heart ached with the want to tell Louis as well, but he couldn't.

It didn't matter, he told himself. He was happy with just Louis's presence, kisses, and the knowledge of Louis's maybe-feelings. Harry would be fine until sometime later, when they had been together longer and he was a little more comfortable discussing it. Now wasn't the time.

"You're so cute, H," Louis told him, making Harry blush and feel like everything was perfect.