new beginnings | l.s

11 | 'crazy in love'

SMUT SMUT SMUT! WARNING!
lmao i'm bad at smut who am i kidding

The door opened and the blue eyed boy walked in, Harry's eyes flickered towards him.

He'd taken his meds earlier that day so he knew he would snap at him, but it was just them. Alone, and that scared Harry.

"Hey.." Louis said quietly and sat beside Harry, looking at him and hesitating before speaking. "So, I guess we need to talk."

Harry nodded and looked back at him, his eyes kept switching from the others eyes and to his lips. "Yeah, we need to talk." he mumbled.

He couldn't help but focus on his lips, he hadn't felt warmth like that in so long. He wanted to feel the sensation of the tingles in his stomach, the fireworks in his heart.

He couldn't help himself.

Without another word, he locked their lips together, a hand on the others prominent jawline. Their lips seemed to move in sync, as one, perfectly.

Harry continued to cup his jaw, mumbling. "I've missed you." against his lips, a soft vibration running between them then another silence.

"I've missed you too." Louis whispered and a soft smile crawled across his lips.

Harry reached and hooked his fingers underneath his shirt, pulling it off over his head and admiring him for a second. He'd become toned, more toned than when he last saw him.

His lips trailed along the others neck, suckling gently at his 'sweet spot' before leaving a noticeable mark. "Mine." he grumbled, laying him down and removing his own top.

He breathed out heavily, he couldn't wait any longer. The temptation becoming too much. He decided to remove their jeans next, his eyes roaming the smaller boys body.

"You gonna keep staring Styles or are you gonna do something?" his sass made Harry smirk, his lips soon traveling down the others stomach.

His eyes met his as he peppered kisses downwards, hooking his fingers under his pastel pink underwear. "Didn't know this was your style." he whispered and raised an eyebrow.

"Life's full of surprises." Lou simply replied, Harry could tell by his voice how desperate he was to be touched. To be loved.

So, he gently pulled the others underwear down his legs, his legs were smoother than usual. He gently left small marks along his inner thighs, humming quietly with pride after each one.

"You're mine, all mine, every inch of you. Head to toe. Mine." Harry murmured, he heard the boys whispered response and he chuckled at the soft desperation in his voice.

Without hesitation he removed his own boxers, he sucked in sharply between his teeth and looked over Louis once more. He was perfect, he had a curvy yet toned figure and the most perfect dainty wrists.

Harry gently moved Louis' hands to above his head, his larger hands holding the others tiny wrists. "I'm gonna start slow, tell me when I can move more yeah?"

Louis nodded and bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes seemed to squeeze shut as Harry moved himself in bit by bit. Inch by inch. Louis' reactions varied from small whimpers to the odd bite of his lip.

After a while, Louis nodded gently which gave Harry the signal to move. His hips began to thrust forward, not as fast as he'd like but quicker than before. After all, he wanted their first time to mean something.

He locked their lips together once more, gradually his hips began to move faster, their lips uniting in a sloppy yet full kiss. The room wasn't silent anymore, it was filled with noises and gentle gasps of air (mainly from Louis).

Both boys were full of lust, as movements became quicker and more powerful, their love for each other became clearer. Maybe they were lacking the physical touch and meaning?

Harry had never had sex with someone he loved before, he was being gentle with him. Holding his wrists up, kissing him, starting slow. He'd never done that before; until now.

It was actually quite a while before Harry had the smaller boy laying on his chest, catching his breath. "Nice talk." he whispered, which was followed by a playful giggle.

"Mm, a very nice talk." Harry replied, laughing gently and kissing the boys forehead. "I love you, Louis."

"I love you too." Lou said quietly and looked up towards him, smiling a little. "I really do."

Later on that day, the boys arrived at their coffee shop on the corner, they called it theirs for some reason. Harry had taken his meds with him in case he needed them.

"So..what happened after I had to go?" Louis asked nervously, looking at Harry and twirling his thumbs.

"I had counsellor meetings, they asked me why I set fire to my room over and over. I had to admit that it was you, that it was stuff you got me..I couldn't lie to them." Harry said the last bit quieter, shrugging.

"I'm still sorry that I did that to you, I didn't mean to." he said softly and held Harry's hands. "I just- you drank a lot..now I understand it wasn't your fault."

"Drinking isn't even that fun, you make mistakes and regret them the next day..or you don't remember them. I guess it just broke me a little inside when you left."

A little was an understatement, it broke him a lot. But he didn't want to upset Louis.

"I know..I know, I shouldn't of left I should've given you a chance to sober up and then we could've talked." Louis seemed to hesitate a little, but Harry chose to ignore it.

When their drinks arrived, Harry sipped his and glanced at his meds. He pushed them into his pocket and sipped his drink once more.

"How often are you meant to take them?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow.

"There isn't really a set time." he shrugged once more, he didn't want to talk about it. He knew Louis would be strict about the medication, but it was true, there was no set time.

"Well..if you feel like you need to, just take them, please? For me?" he looked at him and smiled gently.

For him?
How did Harry know he wouldn't leave again?
Ha — for him.

"Yeah, yeah sure." Harry nodded and swirled his straw around his drink, humming quietly. "So like, no more leaving right?"

Louis furrowed his eyebrows and nodded, leaning back. "Do you even need to question that?"

"Sometimes you have to question everything." Harry mumbled and looked towards him, forcing a smile across his lips. Luckily, he received a gentle smile back.

Sure, there were some trust issues to fill, but surely they could work things out.

Maaaaybe, just maybe, sex before make up wasn't the best idea. Although, it did make Harry smirk remembering Louis' expressions during.

Thank you so much if you've been reading!🍒It's a little bit of a mess but I had a lot of ideas for this fanfic, and I had to fit them in instead of dragging certain things out. Harry's mental health will be a big theme throughout, and Louis will change quite a lot.

Right now, they're typically set as the fetus versions of themselves (Harry is for Midnight Memories era). But, as time goes on, Louis will adapt and grow and start fending for himself more, becoming more of a 'current' Louis.🍯

I am really thankful for the people reading and taking the time to be patient with me while I messily work things out🤦🏼‍♀️I'm bad at this sort of stuff.

All the love. X

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