LOUIS’ P.O.V.
Before I know it, Harry is fast asleep on my chest. I watch his hair move a bit every time the fan circles. I feel relieved to have him here with me, but I can’t help but to worry about the plan to involve Modest. Jason has to be pulling his chain; or even worse, has something conniving up his sleeve. I would love to think differently of Jason, but he has constantly let us down, not only Harry and I, but all of the boys.
I wish things could be different. I wish I could go into an interview without practicing answers to simple questions, knowing that I can’t be honest. When a person asks, ‘Are you and Harry in a relationship?’, I want nothing more than to calmly reply, ‘Yes, we’re very happy together’. Why can’t it be that way? I’d like to say that I would take back the past three years of my life to be with Harry, and maybe it’s true, but I don’t think we’d be so in love if it weren’t for the things we’ve been through. While Jason tries to keep us apart, he’s really just pushing us closer together. I remember the beginning and how we thought about calling it quits, but instead we stood up for the one thing we had faith in: our love.
Now isn’t any different. I need to have faith in Harry’s love for me. He wouldn’t be here, in my bed right now, if he didn’t love me. It’s not like I’m perfect. I’ve messed up plenty of times and Harry never thought twice about forgiving me. Sure, he kept me on my toes, but I always knew it would be alright. Of course, I’ve never hurt him the same way he’s hurt me, but it’s definitely been more frequent. That’s why this has been such a surprise to me. Harry’s been a saint this whole time, trying to fix me over and over. It’s my turn to return the favor.
Flashback to just before Chapter 1:
“Oh, god. Louis!!!”
The moans escaping Harry’s mouth are so sexy. His skin glistens from the moonlight entering
our hotel room as he lays facedown in the sheets. I bury myself in him over and over, sweat dripping down my hairline and onto his bare back. I pause deep inside him, adjusting my body so that my chest is pressed into his back. As I thrust, our bodies slip against each other easily. I grip his hair in my free hand and with my other arm trembling to hold me up, I twist his head so I can kiss him. I press my lips into his roughly, taking in the taste of his tongue. He groans loudly as I repeatedly hit his prostate, the vibrating ring around my member hitting him each time.
“Come for me, Hazz.”
Knowing that I have this power over his body is so erotic and makes me feel accomplished. I hold around his chest tightly and turn our bodies so that we are both on our sides and push myself into him completely as I reach around and hold onto his hard tool. I hold myself there and begin to pump him in my hand until he yells loudly and spills over onto my fingers and the bed. After giving him enough time to recover, I pull out and lay on my back as he sits up and crawls between my legs. He quickly turns the ring off and carefully slides it up my length, letting it sit on the bed behind him as he smiles at me and ensures that he holds my gaze. He takes me in his mouth and my eyes shut instantly as I claw at the sheets. I’ve been close for a while, the ring holding me over while I finished Harry. So, I know I won’t last another minute. I lift my hips off of the bed as I grit my teeth and prepare for the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. Harry moans against me as he fondles my balls in his hand and I come undone without warning, although he had to know I was close. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking up every last bit of my cum and swallowing it. Finally, he collapses next to me and we lay panting in our sweat, not minding one bit.
Eleanor is on her way and I’m honestly really upset about it. It’s not because I don’t want to see her; I just don’t want to have to leave Harry. This has been the first place in a while that we got a private hotel room and weren’t stuck on the bus and I don’t want to waste any time ‘out on the town with my girlfriend’.
