Hidden Gardens

Chapter 7

"You have got to be kidding me," Louis huffed, jiggling the key in the keyhole. Harry was standing so close behind him he felt his breath on his neck. A hot puff of air hit him when Harry chuckled.

"We can come to my place if you can't open the door."

They had both made an executive decision that it woud be best to head back to Louis' flat, it being the closest to the station. But Louis had left the keys with Niall to lock up and kept the spare one to himself. And now it just wouldn't open. Harry's hand on his lower back was also terribly distracting.

"We'll break a window if we have to", Louis said, his whole face contorted as he tried his hard to turn the goddamn key.

"Want me to try it?" Harry offered.

"There's a secret to it, you have to-- got it!" He said triumphantly, swinging the door open and pulling Harry inside. He was not going to ruin this opportunity over a stupid door.

"My hero," Harry joked and pulled him for a kiss, cornering him against the wall. Louis was quick to tangle his fingers in Harry's hair and pull it slightly.

"I like it when you do that," Harry whispered in the kiss.

"I like doing it, too. You have beautiful hair."

Harry chuckled and pulled away. "Let's go upstairs."

Louis led the way, unlocking and opening doors for them. When he turned on the lights to his place, he grabbed Harry's hand and they walked to his bedroom. Louis turned on the lights because he wanted to see Harry while they did whatever they were about to do. Louis was happy to just kiss him.

"Nice bedroom," Harry pointed out, looking around him.

"What are you talking about? You've been here before." Louis said as he closed the curtains and removed a small pile of clothes from the foot of the bed, pulling the duvet and revealing navy-blue sheets. He toed off his shoes and removed his socks, throwing them around randomly.

"No, never. We've always stuck to living-room and kitchen area."

"Well that's just stupid of us, then," Louis said, stepping closer to Harry. "Come here," he whispered, and Harry smiled fondly before circling Louis' waist and bringing him closer.

Louis kissed Harry slowly, taking his time to enjoy the feeling of finally having Harry close like that. He could barely believe they were actually kissing, that he was actually touching the man he'd been pining on for months. And that he seemed to enjoy it quite a lot.

He ran his hands on Harry's back, drawing lazy circles on his shoulders, feeling the silky touch under his fingers. He felt hands sneaking under his shirt, next to his stomach.

"Wanna take this off?" Harry mumbled. Louis nodded and they both started undoing the buttons of Louis' shirt. Harry's hands were warm on his chest, and his gaze was intense as he studied Louis' torso.

"You're gorgeous," Harry mumbled, more to himself than to Louis.

"Off with yours, too," Louis tugged at Harry's shirt, who smiled warmly at him and kissed him again, before working on the buttons of his own white shirt. It slid off his shoulders and pooled around his feet.

"God, your body..." Louis kissed his bottom lip as he let his hands roam free on Harry's chest and arms. "How do you even have arms like that?" He squeezed them tighly and groaned. "I just wanna lick and bite you all over.

Harry chuckled. "What's stopping you? Certainly not me."

"Cheeky", Louis teased and led Harry backwards to the bed. When he sat down Louis was quick to remove Harry's boots and socks, leaving him only in his jeans. He lightly ran his fingers on the soles of Harry's feet and the man giggled, pulling his feet up.