One Meaningless Promise

One Meaningless Promise~17

Harry laid in the bed beside Louis, his eyes closed in contentment as Louis gently stroked his fingers over his arm.

"Are you going to stop?" Louis suddenly asked, staring at Harry with intense blue eyes. "Smoking and drinking, I mean."

Harry took in a sharp breath of air, not expecting the question. The truth was, it was going to be as hard as fuck to give up his alcohol and cigarettes. They were his plan b, his safety net, his pain killer. And to make matters worse, he was pretty sure he was addicted. He wouldn't sleep with any more random girls, that was for sure, but smoking and drinking were different. For Louis, he would try, though.

"Yes."

He hoped he wasn't lying, to both Louis and himself. Louis would hate him if he kept up his old habits. He'd have to make a compromise. He would be careful not to fall too deeply in love with Louis, just in case. If he did, there would be a risk of a broken heart. There'd be nothing left of him if that happened.

"Good," Louis answered, sliding his hand down to Harry's and threading their fingers together.

"Harry, I'm so sorry for what I did to you."

Harry looked over at Louis, who wouldn't make eye contact with him, but it was apparent that regret and guilt were written all over his face. Nodding his head forgivingly, Harry rolled towards Louis and tilted his head to look him in the eyes, almost forgetting what he was about to say as he stared in amazement at the boy's beauty. Even through sickness, with his golden brown hair and his high cheekbones and cerulean eyes, he looked like a god. Harry realised that he was close enough that he could smell Louis's minty breath.

"I forgive you," Harry spoke lowly.

Dipping his head down, Harry just barely grazed his lips against Louis's open mouth, watching in awe as his long eyelashes fluttered closed. Harry placed his hand in the centre of Louis's chest to steady himself and went down again, this time their lips meeting in a real kiss, igniting a fire unknown to him inside his body. Louis's hands traveled slowly up Harry's torso and wound in his curls, needing him closer. A low moan slipped from Harry's mouth, and he moved his arm under Louis's body, holding him off the mattress and to his chest. Their lips moved together slowly and sloppily, their hot breath on each other's faces. Harry sucked lightly on Louis's bottom lip as Louis ran his hands down his muscular shoulders and back, his blunt nails digging through his shirt. Setting Louis back on the bed, Harry moved down to Louis's neck, placing hot, lingering kisses down his throat and along his collar bone, feeling Louis shiver with his touch. He gently teethed Louis's soft skin, running his tongue affectionately over the red marks. Louis moaned lustfully and breathed Harry's name in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut. Lastly, Harry pressed his mouth painfully slowly to Louis's before he pulled away. They were both breathing heavily as they stared into each other's eyes with a desire so strong it was almost tangible. Then, Harry slowly got up and walked out of the room.

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