17BLACK

Chapter 85

A MONTH LATER

Louis' POV:

"We're going to dinner tonight at Will's," I say while I grab a glass of water and plop down on the couch beside Harry. His feet are draped up on the small table we've managed to purchase and squeeze into the small apartment that we now share.

It was my suggestion, not seeing any logic in having Harry sleep in hotel rooms when I have extra room here. Not much extra room, but just enough to fit a curly haired giant.

As soon as I sit down I lay my feet over his legs, resting my head against the couch cushions. Harry smiles and runs his hand over his face. He just woke up an hour ago, which is strange considering that he's normally up and running (literally) before I even think about twitching an eye.

I'm glad that he's able to sleep soundly occasionally, though. His insomnia is still present, and we've gotten him a refill on his pills but they don't fully help him sleep. He's started therapy recently, so hopefully he'll learn how to balance the illness in the future.

"What if they don't like me?" He jokes, causing me to choke on my water. I pet his hair as he runs his thumb over the bare skin of my ankles.

Harry may be joking, but I was expecting him to be a little nervous nonetheless. He hasn't seen Will and Aaron since we officially got back together.

"Could we go get a haircut before? I don't want to look like Sasquatch," Harry asks. There's a quiet meow and then we're being joined by Harry's twenty pound cat Olivia. She keeps getting fatter and fatter thanks to the portions of food Harry gives her every morning and evening.

Pepto is, thankfully, sound asleep in his huge doggy bed in the corner. We're running out of room for the occupancy in this apartment, and I know that if things work out today we'll have to move.

"You don't need a haircut, babe," I insist, keeping my tone light to know that if he really wants one he has every right to get it. I don't control his life, and he knows that, but I want him to know that his hair looks fine the way it is.

Harry shrugs, his eyes wandering down to my fingers. The silver ring is carefully placed there, the dancing bears matching Harry's ring. We went through hell to find it again, but it was definitely worth it.

He rolls the ring around my finger, admiration in his eyes. I gasp when his hand moves its position to my inner thigh, running up the fabric of my boxers. Harry gives me a sleepy smile, his index finger prodding at my balls.

"Aren't you still sore?" Last night was pretty... interesting, trying to be quiet enough to not wake the dog up only to then have a cat jump on your face halfway through intercourse.

"Yeah. But I don't want anything in return." Harry sighs, his head leaning back and his eyes closing. His hand still cups me, squeezing softly and thumbing at my tip.

"Fuck," I breathe when I stiffen up in response.

His hand strokes faster, my breathing increasing and my bottom lip catching between my teeth.

"You going to come in your pants for me?" Harry's facial features don't change from the innocent sleepy look he has on, despite his filthy words. I grip his wrist to apply more pressure and buck up into his hands. "Come on, sweetheart, make a mess."

I moan as he pays special attention to my balls, the skin tight.

"Harr- GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE!" I yell in anger as a tongue laps at my face. The breath is awful, meaning one thing. Pepto.

Harry's hands leave my crotch, of fucking course, and claps to call Pepto over to him. Pepto jumps into his lap, on top of my legs. I grunt in pain and yank my limbs out from under his massive body, cursing everything about the dumb dog.