Boxer (Larry)

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One by one, all of Louis' sisters come into the kitchen. All four of them greet me with smiles. They introduce themselves, and I have a little trouble telling the twins apart at first, until I realize one of them looks a small bit more like their mother.

I notice that Louis' sisters all look nearly identical to their mom. Louis looks a lot like his mother as well.

We all sit down and get some food. Louis starts a conversation with his mom while the rest of us start eating. They talk about everything from college, to music, to the flower arrangements Louis has made for them.

"So, Harry, Louis told me you're a boxer?" One of his sisters speaks up. I hesitate as I suddenly have six pairs of eyes on me. I'm so worried that his mother, and maybe his other siblings, will judge me. But it's too late; they already know.

"Um, yeah. Or, I was. I got injured and I'm... Not supposed to box anymore." I answer.

"I'm sorry. That must suck." Louis' mom frowns. I nod.

"Harry, they won't judge you for being a boxer. Relax a little bit, love." Louis tells me. I smile softly at him.

"Of course we won't judge you! I think it's wonderful. I know it's hard to be in that field. Besides, Louis thinks it's great. You should see the way he talks about your accomplishments, which are very impressive might I add." His mother tells me. I smile.

"Mom, stop." Louis chuckles.

"He should know that you light up when you talk about him. And how happy you get and everything." One of his sisters joins in on teasing him.

Louis blushes and looks around at all of us. "You guys are mean." He says.

"Only because we love you." One of the twins giggles.

When we all finish eating, they stick around for a while. I'm still achingly hard, but I'm not sure if Louis still wants it or not. Anyway, it seems like an eternity passes before Louis brushes his hand against my thigh, inching close to where I need to feel him. I hiss, but only loud enough for him to hear. He winks at me.

"They're leaving soon, so we'll be alone." He whispers. I nod before he turns back to his family.

They continue talking about other members of their family that Louis isn't caught up on. Which aunts are having babies, which couples are divorcing, which cousin just graduated. I don't recognize any of the names and I've obviously never met any of the people, so I kind of just awkwardly sit by Louis and listen.

It isn't very long until we're left alone, though it feels like it's been absolutely forever.

Louis presses his lips to mine the moment his mom and sisters pull away, and I can feel the desperation in the kiss from both of us. We've been holding off for much too long.

"Harry?" He asks after a second.

"Yes?" I question.

"I've, um, never done this before. So, can we be careful?" He wonders, looking down at his hands. He's got a bright pink blush on his cheeks.

I lift his chin so I can look into his beautiful eyes.

"Of course, we can." I tell him. He smiles and presses his lips to mine for a second.

"Thank you." He says before connecting our lips again.