Since We Were...Young?

Two

  Louis and Harry spent almost all of their free time together, they only had three other friends; Zayn, Louis, and Liam. But they weren't nearly as close to those three as they were each other. Recently Harry had spent more time talking to Zayn, who didn't steal Harry's markers in turn for his dishes. Zayn who asked Harry if he was cold and if he wanted his jacket, Zayn who wanted to know how Harry's day was going. And Zayn was just being a good friend, but Louis didn't like it.

This afternoon Harry was sitting in Louis' swivel chair, texting Zayn about being at Lou's house, and how he enjoyed Louis' entire family. Louis was laying in his bed, blabbering on about a footie match over the weekend, and Harry wasn't listening all that much. "Harrehh? Do you ever listen to me anymore?", Louis grew impatient. "What's that love?", Harry didn't even look up.

"Who are you talking to that takes you all away from me?" Louis jumped out of his bed and snatched up Harry's phone, "Zayn again? Harry do you even like me anymore?"

"What! Of course Lou, I love you, and your family, and your house, and your room, and-of course I still like you," Harry looked up at Louis, "I still love you Lou."

Louis smiled back at Harry, "Oh bloody hell, why are you telling Zayn about me Toy Story bed sheets?" 

Harry stuffed a laugh, "You can't be mad Lou, now give me my phone back!"

"Oh yeah? I think for this phone you'll have to do my dishes," Louis held the phone up and away from Harry. 

"Lou I come over to do the dishes everyday, that'll already be done."

"Then kiss me," Louis blurted.

Harry's smile dropped from his face, Louis has never told Harry to kiss him, Harry had never kissed anybody, and it didn't sound that bad to maybe just kiss Louis for his phone back. 

Louis didn't know why he told Harry to kiss him, he felt the blood rush into his face, and his arm came down some, less aware of the phone and more aware of Harry getting up out of the chair and moving closer to the bed. Louis was sitting on the side of his bed, his legs hanging over the side, and Harry was standing right in-between Louis' legs. 

Both of their eyes were wide, surprised at every movement the other made, Harry didn't feel confused or held back, he wanted his phone back, and maybe he wanted to kiss Louis too. 

Their heads were almost leveled, Louis a little higher up than Harry, Harry looked up at Louis, "You want me to kiss you?" 

Louis gulped, and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. All he could do was close his eyes, and Harry moved forward. 

Louis felt Harry's lips moving against his, he dropped Harry's phone onto the bed, and his hands fell at his own waist. This felt too right, it didn't feel unnatural enough.Harry moved against him like he depended on the physical contact with Louis, he rutted his hips into Louis', Louis' lips parted into a gasp at the closeness of Harry, and Harry grabbed Louis' hands into his own. 

Suddenly, Harry stopped and pulled back, he wiped at his mouth with his sleeve. Louis finally opened his eyes.They both stilled and watched each other pant for air. Harry liked kissing Louis, it felt normal. 

Louis liked the way Harry kissed him, he had never been kissed before. And he thought maybe, he wanted Harry to kiss him again, "You-you can have your phone back, but-" Louis gulped, "for one more kiss?"

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End of chapter

only 2 since it really wasn't going to be a long story. :/

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