Long Live Us

Chapter Six

(Harry's POV)

I waited the arrival of Louis, patiently.

Gemma eventually went to sleep and left me alone, he took almost an hour.

If he stood me up again, I swear..  Before I could finish that thought, the front door swings open and busts in Louis with three grocerie bags and a backpack that wasn't even zipped.

"I'm sorry it took so long, boo," he said as he placed the bags on the coffee table I had my bare feet placed on.

"I was starting to think you stood me up again," I chuckled.

He stared me straight in the eye, "never again, will I EVER do that." he grabs my face and bends over to be eye level.

"I am so sorry that happened.  I don't care if I'm with Eleanor or in India, you ask for me and I will he there for you," he said.  I just nodded.

"Okay," he stood straight up and clapped his hands together twice, "now first, put this on your wrist," he threw a tube at me.

"It's for stretch marks, but I heard it works well for cuts and scars."

I unscrewed the cap and squirted some onto my fingers and spread it on my wrists.   I threw the tube onto the table,"what's in the rest of the bags?"

A cheeky grin spread on his face as he reached in the bag to grab out jars of baby food and other baby feeding products and accessories.

"Lou, are you trying to say something?  Is your mum pregnant again?!  IS ELEANOR PREGNANT?" I panic.

"No!  Oh my.." he takes a second to redeem himself from laughing, "this.. is for us to enjoy.." he gestured to the assortment in front of me.

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We were sitting at my dining table with all of the baby foods opened and the labels ripped off and stickers with one through how ever many.  We each had baby spoons, sippy cups with water and a list of all the baby food flavors.

The point of the game was to test the foods and guess the flavors, there was a list in the middle with corresponding numbers to the ones on the jars, we had to write down the number of the jar next to which flavor we thought it was on our list.  Who ever gets the most right, wins and vice versa.  (I truly apologize if this was confusing, if you even read it)

We hadn't decided the punishment for the loser yet, I guess we'd cross that bridge when we get there.

"You ready," Louis said next to me as his eyes scanned all of the baby foods.

"Noo, not really," I said.

"Too bad," is all he said before reaching for the first jar.

He dipped his spoon in it and made a sour face and slid the jar to me before choosing a flavor.

I tasted the food and almost puked.  I scanned my flavors and chose the grossest sounding one, 'beef and squash'.

I chose the second one, the one that looked like apple sauce.  I took a spoon and confidently had a taste.

Abort mission, THIS ISN'T APPLESAUCE!

I started gagging and Louis took it from me with shaking hands.

I scanned my list, that must have been mashed potatoes and gravy.

Nasty.

It went on like this for about an hour.  The worst part is when you ran out of the water in your sippy cup, that was it.  No more water.

I ended up throwing up a little bit at the banana one, I hate bananas.  Which is a good thing Louis had trashcans on stand-by.

I ended up winning by two.

I face Louis in my chair.

He got up with a smirk and stood on either sides of my legs and sat down gently, "soo.. what's my punishment?" he trailed his finger down my chest and raised his eyebrow up. 

I knew he was doing it jokingly, but it was getting me pretty bothered.

I thought for a second while Louis was rubbing his hands on my chest on top and under my chest.

"Kiss me," I said.  My voice hoarser than expected.

He chuckled and kissed my cheek, I chuckled and pulled him by the hand to the couch.

"No, kiss me like you mean it, I dare you," I said as I sat us down on the couch, having no clue what was going through my mind.  He's not gay, why would he.

Louis looked startled, but leaned in slowly to kiss my lips, I was pulling away, but Louis wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled my closer.

He leaned on his back and I hovered over him and we continued.

I licked his bottom lip and then tongue got involved in our kiss.  Louis slid his hands under my shirt to try and tug it off me.  I sat up for a second to take my shirt off and connected our lips again.

I slid my hands under his shirt to get it off which was difficult.

Louis rubbed his hands everywhere exposed and he started to kiss my jaw and then behind my ear, I moaned loudly and I felt Louis stiffen below me and I could've sworn I felt something hard against my leg.

Louis shuffled from under me and muttered a 'be right back' before dashing into the bathroom.

I sat up, flustered.

Louis took awhile in the bathroom.  I went and knocked on the door, "lou, you okay?"

"Yeah just a bad taco, I guess," he said before gagging and flushing the toilet.  I heard the tap run for a minite before he walked out of the bathroom and brushed straight past me and bounded up to my room.

I just stood there confused.

(Louis POV)

"No, kiss me like you mean it, I dare you," he challenged.  It took me a second for me to process before kissing him.  I figured it was a joke, but as soon as our lips touched, as cliche as this sounds, I was addicted.

He was about to pull away when I wrapped my arms around and pulled him closer.  I honestly didn't want it to stop.

Things got heated and as soon as Harry moaned, I was sent over the top and I felt myself getting hard.  I didn't want Harry to feel it, too, so I ran to the toilet.

Stop thinking of Harry shirtless, stop it.

Think about your grand dad shirtless or something.

Or Harry.

I started thinking of my grand dad in a bikini, and splashed some cold water on my face.

I heard a knock on the door, "lou, you okay?"

Think, Louis, think!

"Yeah, just a bad taco,  I guess." I flushed the toilet to make it seem like I had vomited.  I turned on the tap and dashed out of the room and up to Harry's room.

Oh god, what is happening.