Loud Silence [Lirry] EDITING!

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

*Harry's POV* 

I grunted and laid on Liam's bed, glaring at the flowers on his desk. Louis and Niall were out in the hall, talking to Liam about... whatever.

"They better not be convincing him to break up with me to be with Andy again," I grumbled to myself.

Looking at the flowers again, I said, "Just because he gave those things, doesn't mean he's better than me. Liam said he loves me, so he does. He can't just leave me for that dickhead again. I trust him. I love Liam and that's all that matters."

"Alright. You can get over yourself, Harry," I continued encouraging myself. "For Liam."

Just then, Liam walked in the door and I bolted up off the bed and strided over to him. His eyes widened in shock at my reaction, but I continued to approach him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Uh, Harry?" he asked in confusion. "What are you - "

"Shh. Let me apologize first, okay?" I interrupted.

"Actually you don't need to. I was gonna - "

"No, Liam. You don't need to apologize for anything. It's me who has to. I'm the one who messed up and overreacted about some dumb flowers he gave you," I continued on.

He gave me a sharp look, saying, "Those are my favourite flowers, remember? Don't insult them!"

"Right. Sorry," I said sheepishly. "I just don't wanna lose you over this gift he gave you. He clearly still has feelings for you, and it's a good thing for you to know that I believe you really are over him. Which makes me very happy. And a happy Harry equals a happy Liam. Right?"

Liam laughed and wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling my head closer to him. "Right. You make me happy and I know I make you happy too. That's why I love you."

"Great. That's all good to know," I muttered quickly and kissed him. "Now. What do you say about make-up sex?"

"I say,... Get naked and f*** me good," he replied, making me splutter and my eyes widen at his choice of words.

"Good, god," I groaned, pulling away from him to tug my shirt off. "Marry me. Please."

He chuckled and walked over to his bed, already stripped off most of his clothes, except his boxers. How he does that so quickly, I will just have to find out later, I guess.

"Not ready, buttercup," he replied and lied down, sprawled on the bed with his legs spread wide apart. "Now, have at me however you like. You may consider this as my apology for being inconsiderate of your feelings over 'some dumb flowers'."

I moaned at the sight, even though he still had his boxers on. But I could see his erection tenting his boxers nicely. As quickly as I could (which meant not gracefully at all), I stumbled over to him after unbuttoning my trousers and sliding them down my legs with my boxers. I nearly bashed my head against the edge of his bed when I tripped on my trousers still attached to my foot.

"Harold, please don't kill yourself before we even have sex. I'd really like you to f*** me now," Liam said very sexily and quite seductively.

"Christ, Liam," I muttered and finally freed my foot from my trousers. Why did they have to be so tight?!

"Oh, just get over here and f*** me senseless; until I lose my voice after screaming your name so much," he prompted, slowly tugging his boxers down his legs.

*WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!*

After finally reaching the bed and kneeling between his legs, I slapped his hands away from his boxers. He whined, then stopped when I bent down and started pulling it down with my teeth.