Boxer (Larry)

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The whole time, I'm as careful as I can possibly be. Several times, he asks me to speed up. I make sure to keep my movements slow and passionate, and to softly kiss him several times.

Later, we're laying next to each other. Tangled is playing, but we're pretty tired so we're only half paying attention.

"Harry?" He asks.

"Hm?" I hum in response.

"Thank you. And, also, that was an amazing first time." He says. I kiss his forehead gently.

"I love you so much." I state.

"I love you more." He replies, cuddling up to me. And then I fall asleep.

Louis

Harry's asleep, looking so peaceful and gorgeous. I sigh. I never would have thought that I could love somebody this much, ever. Yes, I've loved people. But Harry means more to me than anybody in the whole world. I trust him with everything. That scares me a little, but I'm not letting that fear get in the way of anything. He's not Ashton. He won't hurt me. He won't absolutely destroy me and leave me heartbroken. I know he won't.

I finish the movie and restart it with the remote, as I don't want to disturb Harry by getting up to change it. Besides, I like Tangled enough to watch it twice in a row.

For the first time, I allow myself to consider the idea of a future with this boy. Getting a house together, engagement, marriage, children. Adopting puppies. A wedding.

The thoughts make me smile and I cuddle up even closer to Harry. He's so warm and he feels so safe and right. Everything about this feels right. I mean, my mother liked him before she even knew him because of the way I spoke of him.

I think about everything from the moment we met in the bathroom to this moment right now. Where I'm cuddled against him, watching a Disney movie, imagining a future for the two of us. He knows I can have kids, and he knows I want them. He tells me that he wants them, as well.

I can finish college before we get married. Of course, I want to be married before we have our first kid. But how many kids will we have? We haven't discussed much of a future, to be honest.

As I'm thinking about all of the endless possibilities, I fall asleep.

The next morning, Harry makes French toast and bacon. While we're eating, he clears his throat.

"Louis, I have a question." He tells me.

"Okay. What is it?" I ask. I'm a bit nervous, as I am every time someone says they have a question. He takes a sip of his orange juice before speaking.

"What are your thoughts on us getting a place together? Getting rid of both of our houses and getting one for the two of us?" He suggests. I smile.

"Are you being serious?" I ask. He nods.

"I think that'd be great." I reply.

He grins.

"Okay. We can start looking on Monday when you get home from class, if you want." He says. I nod.

"Sounds perfect."

"Oh, and I have one more question." He prompts.

"Yeah?"

"I've been thinking about this lately. A lot. And you may get mad or something, but I really, really want this." He starts. Oh no.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Would you be mad if I started boxing again?"

I take a second to soak in his question. I won't be mad, but why is he considering it?

"The doctors said that you're not supposed to, though." I remind him. He sighs.

"I really don't care what the doctors say. I'll be fine. I'm not dumb enough to make the same mistakes as last time. But I need to know your opinion on it, love. I'm not going to do it if it's going to upset you." He explains. I nod.

"It won't upset me. Not as long as you're careful. Please, Harry, be careful." I tell him. That's a strange request when you think about the fact that he beats people up, or gets beat up, for a living. But he knows what I mean.

"I will." he tells me.

"I'll be front row every match." I promise. He grins and kisses me softly.

"Thank you so much." He says.

"Anything for you. I love you." I respond.

"I love you too."