eight years later; nouis

fifteen.

"Niall, you slag..can't go two days without me in your bed can you," Louis said when Niall finally decided it had been long enough. He's making jokes, another good sign..he thought.

"Please come home, Lou. I'm really sorry..and it's been more than two days, hasn't it? Been more than a week, boy."

"Had a wank over me yet?" Niall pulled the phone away from his ear, a bit taken aback by Louis' filthy words.

"No..." obviously.

louis chuckled.

"where are you right now, Louis?" Niall's voice getting a little hushed and thick, his pants getting a bit tighter.

"In the airport, heading home to my devilish lad,"

Niall smiled and told Louis to hurry up and get on a plane from wherever the hell he was so he could say sorry properly.

"I'll be the one saying sorry properly, Young Niall," Louis had promised.

He made good on it for hours later.

"Don't leave me again, okay?" Niall whispered whilst being ravished by Louis.

"Don't be an arse and make me leave, okay?" he stopped moving and searched Niall's eyes before breaking out into a big smile.

Niall chomped on his lip and dug his fingers into Louis arse to encourage him to keep moving.

"Missed you," Niall said.

"So how many wanks did you have to me, truthfully?"

"Bout six, could've been more, you're quite a looker,"

Louis flicked his nose, "tosser."