This Feels A Lot Like Love

20. I Hope You Know, That You're My Home

Louis dropped his blue and green keys on the ceramic bowl by the console table and shut the door with his foot. He toed off his grass stained, white Adidas trainers by the foot of the door alongside Harry's sparkly, golden boots. He slipped off his speckled sweater and hung it on the coat rack, a habit he had come to terms with ever since he started living with Harry in their five bedroom, spacious and well-kept home.

Living with Harry and their five children was a stain filled, uproarious, disastrous adventure that Louis wouldn't change for the world. Louis knew he had made the right decision when he immediately proposed a year after they graduated secondary school and moved in together at the University College London.

Louis became a full-time football coach and a part-time theatre director at the school of his dreams, the University of Manchester. Harry became a teacher at a school for Early Years and took advertising photographs on the side. They were financially well off and had a grand loft that adopting five children one year after another was a manageable, but not easy, task.

Louis crinkled his nose. The smell of sickly-sweet candle wax and roses wafted in the air. Maybe Harry lit up his scented candles once again. Louis padded over to the kitchen and opened the oven door, checking to see if there was roasted chicken or melted lasagna to devour. Sadly, there was none. Louis had a long day of teaching and coaching that had him both tired and hungry. His stomach growled. He thoughtfully rubbed his stomach in return.

Louis noticed a single, white note resting on top of the kitchen island under a beam of light. Louis was written in careful, cursive writing. Louis opened it warily, his curious eyes flitting over the inked words.

Come to bed, sexy angel. I'll be waiting and wearing your favorite pair of red lingerie.

A hot flush wave of arousal settled heavily inside Louis' lower stomach. Louis and Harry were so busy with the kids that they hardly had any time to fool around, lest for a quick, messy blowjob. The rare times they were in the mood, one of the babies would shrill loudly and they would have to calm down their crying. The other times, their second youngest child, Luca, almost sleepily walked in on them when Harry was slowly sinking down on Louis' thick cock. Louis blamed it on Harry's exhibitionism kink, but he would never dare mention it aloud if he didn't want to be slapped lightly on the cheek by one pouty and huffy Harry Tomlinson.

It was safe to say they weren't doing that again with the door unlocked. In fact, they haven't slept together in well over a month.

Louis was so deprived of their constant sex life that he succumbed to guiltily jerking off in his office with the door locked, the room smelling like dirty socks and men's powerful deodorant. The last time he jerked off to one of Harry's raunchy sext pictures, he came all over the school's laptop's screen and keyboard. It wasn't a pretty sight. But Louis had to chase after his release somehow.

Louis' cheeks flushed hot red. The house was quiet, too quiet. Maybe Harry had put the babies to sleep earlier than usual since they were going to have a lust-filled sex adventure tonight.

Louis quickly pulled his shirt over his head and threw it somewhere carelessly on the floor. He would have to apologize to Harry for that later. He quite literally ran to their bedroom and stopped halfway, toeing off his mismatched socks. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his black trousers, swinging by the open door of their lit bedroom and leaning on the doorframe with his thumbs teasingly dipping into the waistband of his boxers.

Louis froze. One startled Harry and five giddy children were hanging out in their bedroom. The room was enveloped in a soft, yellow glow from all the burning, melting candles. The room smelled like sweet roses and perfume. Rose petals were scattered around on the floor and on the bed, mostly their five-year-old, Oliver's doing. Oliver was carrying a basket of roses and smiling happily up at Louis.