Masked

Goodbye

That night was the first night Louis and I ever made love.

We laid together in the bed that would no longer be mine.

We didn't speak for some time. He just held me.

Wrapped up in him on that bed was the only place I needed to be.

I didn't have much to say, and I was terrified of what would come of us. 

Louis' eyes met mine and he stared into them.

He brought my lips up to his and left long, wet kisses all over them.

He pulled me up so that my body was on top of his and he rocked my body back and forth.

One by one he started removing clothing, all while his lips remained on mine.

We were getting lost in each other.

I felt myself get hard against him and his eyes flashed me a devilish look.

His hands teased me all over.

One by one he plunged a finger into me and I screamed out in pleasure.

"You like that?" he growled.

I nodded and bit my lip.

Once he pushed himself inside me the feeling of ecstasy was unbearable.

He pumped my hips up and down onto him while he kissed any part of my skin that he could.

Suddenly he stopped, and I feared that he wasn't comfortable with it anymore.

He pulled my head down near his and kissed my ear.

"I want you to fuck me," he whined into my ear.

I blinked at him and stared at his face for a few seconds.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

He nodded and flipped our bodies so that he was on top of me.

I made sure the area was wet enough before I pushed myself into him.

He yelped with pain and pleasure.

"More," he begged.

He slammed his body up and down on me and my fingers dug into his back.

He used his hands to touch himself while I rammed into him.

I felt the my stomach tighten and knew I was going to let go.

"Lou," I cried out while I spilled into him.

Shortly he did the same all over my stomach.

He scooped some of it up with his finger and shoved it into my mouth.

His eyes were dark while I licked him off of me. 

Immediately he got out of the bed and headed for the bathroom.

I remained on the bed, swimming in absolute bliss.

"Lou?" I called out to him after he didn't return right away.

"I'll be right out," I could tell he was crying.

I creaked the door open and saw him sitting on the counter with tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"What happens tomorrow?" He looked up at me.

I shook my head, because I was unaware as well.

"Are you upset with what we just did?" I feared the answer.

"No Harry, I'm confused. Not upset at all." His lips spread into a small smile even while one last tear fell down his cheek.

I smiled back at him.

"We will figure this out," he said to me.

"I know we will," I said.

He hopped his body off of the counter and we both walked into the other room.

"What a year," he sighed.

I just nodded.

I laid myself down on that bed for the last time and Louis joined me.

Once Louis drifted to sleep I began to cry myself.

I bit my lip and tried my hardest not to wake him.

I began pondering why any of it happened.

Were we destined to meet? 

Did I really ruin his life or did I help him realize who he really was?

All I ever wanted in life was for him to be as happy as I was while next to him.

Soon the tears stopped flowing and my mind stopped racing when I drifted to sleep.

The next morning we awoke to the sound of loud knocking on the door.

I jumped out of bed and pulled clothes out of my suitcase to wear.

Louis was still half asleep in bed.

I opened the door to let my mom inside.

Once Louis saw her he shot out of the bed.

He was nervous and unaware how my mom would react to finding her son in bed with another guy.

I reassured him that everything was fine and he politely smiled at her.

They got to talking while I started to bring my bags out to her car.

I always sensed that they would get along and I was more than happy to witness it.

"I'll give you guys a minute," my mom said to me after I was all packed up.

She left for her car and I turned to face Louis in that room for the last time.

He stared at me unable to say anything, and I realized neither could I.

He pulled me into him and kissed me on my forehead over and over.

He held my face in his hands and kissed my lips.

"Thank you," he whispered into my ear.

I couldn't help but cry.

"I love you," he said while kissing me one last time.

"I love you, Lou."