Satyriasis {boyxboy} - FINISHED -

Chapter 33 - Wasted Time

A/n: Hey guys. I'm back and with only 9 toenails 😅

Could you please tell me what's wrong with my previous chapter? Isn't it good? Was it disappointing?  Because barely no one commented. Not to sound ungrateful, but it's really upsetting and unmotivating as a writer. I know some of you enjoy my story and don't actually like commenting but it really makes a huge difference for the writer. Specially to know what your thoughts are and criticism to keep improving and even few appreciated for their work.
Hope you understand where I'm coming from and make the effort this time to comment because you like me posting faster and I've always told you how your comments make me more inspired to write and all.

Thank you. 💞
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"How do you know Mr. Malik?"

The question takes Louis by surprise. Maybe he never thought he would ask about him, maybe because he was admired that was the first subject of conversation that he brought up during post-sex cuddling. But he was curious about it.

"We've known each other since our first year of Uni. He's a close friend."

"Just that?"

Louis glances down at him, eyebrows furring.

"Yes." He says, voice coming out hoarse. "Why are you asking?"

"Because you've never introduced me to any of your friends and I saw you at school with him the other day. I just thought I had the right to know."

"You do." Louis' expression softens. "I don't have many friends honestly. Good and long-term only Zayn." He confesses and it makes Harry's heart clench.

He always saw how lonely his life was but he couldn't understand why. Louis was caring, warm, hard-working, passionate and extremely inspiring.

Maybe people tried taking advantage of him for his money and fame in the past, so he closed himself to people. Maybe his previous relationship affected him in the wrong way. Maybe he just likes being lonely more than one might think - just like him -, but it was undeniable that he needed love and affection, specially after losing his mother so recently and living in a mansion all alone - with his cat.

In that moment, Harry wondered if his love was enough; if, despite agreeing to become his submissive, he needed more. Although their relationship had progressed so quick and assertively and Louis didn't seem afraid or doubtful of his feelings - aside from his words at the time - it was strange. He was so demonstrative in some ways and yet still so closed in others.

Maybe he was being picky about it and demanding too much of someone who could still be healing from past events, and he knew these things took time, but a tiny particle inside him kept itching and telling him he didn't know the man he loved and lied with so well.

"And me" he says, but it sounds like a question.

Louis meets his hopeful green eyes, with evident fond taking over his face. Whenever he looked at him like that, with the biggest amount of adoration, as if he was the biggest source of happiness in his life, it made his insides curl.

"And you."

Louis plants another loving kiss on his forehead and stands up. He begins putting his clothes on and Harry just wants to be able to grab him and throw him back onto the bed to cuddle with the rest of the day. But he had priorities, he knew, and he wasn't the only person in his life. Still, it makes him a little bit sad.