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Chapter 11

Louis reach over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand, still tilting his hips towards his baby, who wasn't phased by the ringing in the slightest.

He would've let it go to voicemail but he saw Niall's caller ID and he grabbed Harry's hair to hold his head still and he answered the call, "Hey, Niall? What's up?"

Harry whined and jerked his head away from Louis' grip and pressed a few kisses against Louis' hipbone, huffing at the interruption.

"Of course you can stay here, Niall. We'll make up some space for you, quick. Oh, don't worry. It's okay. 0028 is the code, just let yourself in." Louis mumbled, hanging up, and started rolling out of bed. Harry just groaned and pulled his hand from his shorts.

"Niall's coming to stay?"

"Mhm." Louis nodded and started pulling the sheets off the bed. "Niall can have our bed, we'll set the air mattress up in your office."

"I'm hard, Louis. Can't this wait ten minutes."

"He's on his way over. He broke up with Liam." Louis explained and tossed the pillows at Harry, "Go have a shower or something."

"Louis." Harry kept the pillow over his crotch, frowning. His husband was being inconsiderate to his situation.

Louis bit his lip gently and smiled some, "you know what? How about you go set up the air mattress and I'll have a surprise for you. You'll like it. I promise."

"We still trying?"

"Yes, dear. Go on." Louis smiled and pulled on a pair of netted shorts as he put fresh sheets on the bed and pulled their guest pillows from the linen closet. Harry just took the flat sheet from Louis and knotted it around his waist as he went to fix the mattress in his office.

He sat in his office chair whilst he waited.

Once Louis had let Niall in, he'd told him where everything was and that he was welcome to anything they had and to stay as long as he needed. He excused himself and went over to Harry's office where the mattress was still blowing up, very slowly and Harry was impatiently waiting on his desk chair.

Louis crossed the room after shutting the door behind him and spun Harry's chair around to kiss him, "don't laugh at me okay?"

"What do you mean, don't laugh— oh." Harry's eyes got big when Louis used his thighs to let himself get down on his knees.

"I'm too old to be kneeling like this." Louis joked as he undid the knot on the sheet. Harry was speechless, never has he had Louis even jokingly offer to do this and here he was, plain as Day. "H? Baby, close your mouth. You'll catch flies." Louis whispered and pressed little kisses on Harry's thighs, knowing he loved when Louis touched them.

Harry was too shocked to make a sound, so he closed his mouth and watched. He gripped the chair arms quietly before Louis was close enough for him to guide with his hand on the back of his head. Which Louis appreciated, he didn't do this and he was only attempting the things he'd felt Harry do to him.

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Louis woke up with a sore back and an empty bed, but he heard comfortingly clicks of a keyboard and decided it wasn't time to wake up just yet. So he groaned and rolled over. "Come back to bed."

"Go back to sleep, Gina called and said a water line broke sometime last night and the place is flooded. You're off for a few days." Harry smiled and spun around in his desk chair to face the mattress where his naked and sleepy husband was. The sun from the window was hitting him just right, the blanket was hanging low on his hips, he hadn't shaved in a few days, and his hair was tousled from sleep. Harry reach for his phone and snapped a picture.