The Girl With the Rose

Six

"Gemma, you-" Harry stops to take a breath, Louis' lips attached to his neck as he leans back in the car seat. "You've got Lennon at your house, right?"

"Um, yes. Why?"

"Just curious," Harry practically whimpers, shooting Louis a look for making it so blatantly obvious what they're doing. Louis just smirks, stifling a laugh when Harry rolls his eyes. "C-Can you make sure you call before you drop her off tomorrow? Please?"

"...Harry, oh my god."

"Don't say anything," Harry hisses. "I am an adult, I am allowed to enjoy myself-"

"On the first date?!"

"He's really cute," Harry whines, forgetting Louis is there for a second. Louis snorts, his hand very high up on Harry's thigh. "Just, please, Gemma. Call before you drop her off."

"Fine, fine. Use protection!"

Harry rolls his eyes again. "Goodbye, Gemma," He sighs before hanging up. And, just like that, Louis is on top of him again, going back to where he left off on Harry's neck. Harry's breath hitches, hands going to Louis' hair.

"Louis," Harry pants, his fingers splayed out against the nape of Louis' neck. Louis just hums, not really paying attention to Harry. "Louis, c'mon, let's go."

"Eager, are we?" Louis laughs as Harry nods at the rhetorical question. He leans away from Harry, starting the car as Harry squirms at the blatant erection in between his thighs.

Louis' playing some alternative band from the nineties while Harry stares out the window, legs crossed and hands trembling with overwhelming excitement. Louis is driving a little faster than before.

"Say it ain't so, your drug is a heart-breaker," The speaker next to Harry's seat croons. Louis' hand is still on Harry's thigh, his other hand gripping the steering wheel. "Say it ain't so, my love is a life-taker."

"Interesting music," Harry says a bit breathlessly, setting his hand down on top of Louis' and entwining their fingers together. Louis nods, licking his lips before smiling.

"I can change it if you don't like it," He shrugs, pulling onto Harry's street. Harry shakes his head, but doesn't say anything.

They arrive to Harry's house, Louis exclaiming "race you!" before rushing to get out of the car. Harry tries his best, but he's not really wearing the proper shoes.

"No fair," Harry huffs like a child as Louis sprints toward the house. "I'm wearing boots!"

"Not my fault," Louis teases, getting to the house first. He sticks his tongue out at Harry as Harry giggles, pulling his keys out of his back pocket.

He unlocks the door and almost as soon as they're inside Louis is on top of him again, hands shoving the hem of Harry's shirt up so he can put his hands right on Harry's hips. He smashes his lips against Harry's, Harry's hands in his hair as they stumble into the house.

Louis kicks the door closed as Harry slips off his shoes, both of them still kissing like they had been deprived of each other for years.

"Shoes off, please," Harry mumbles against Louis' lips, causing Louis to laugh and kick off his Adidas.

"Upstairs?" Louis mutters, and Harry nods. He can feel Louis lean back from him, and before he knows it he's being lifted up bridal style the same way he was at the beach.

"Louis!" Harry practically shrieks as Louis carries Harry up the staircase, laughing loudly as Harry clings onto him.

Louis finds his way to Harry's bedroom, throwing him down onto the bed before practically climbing on top of him (after taking a second to be endeared by the floral duvet on the bed). Harry wraps his arms around Louis' neck, gently pulling his head down so he can press his lips to the older boys'.