Time Will Tell {A short story} - Louis/Harry

Part Eleven

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Exactly eleven hours later Louis was going insane. After the kiss they'd simply gone to sleep after talking for an hour or two. Not about the things they needed to talk about, but simple things like the universe and that time Harry made pancakes after Louis stayed over the night.

Louis was going insane was because they hadn't talked since the kiss. When he'd woken up that morning there'd been a fucking note addressed to him from Harry saying that Harry'd gone to class and 'thank you for last night it was nice.' That was it. It was nice.

Louis'd left, leaving the note on the dresser and grabbing his bag. He'd stormed back to his own room, accidentally waking Niall up upon his entrance. And now he was sitting on his bed and staring down at his phone. Niall's left a little while ago to class, mumbling something about 'fucking talk to him'.But Louis couldn't. He didn't know what was going through Harry's head, if he regretted anything or if Harry was freaked out or anything. So. Louis was going insane.

Which was kind of silly because it'd only been eleven hours and most of that time they'd been sleeping but Louis was freaking out anyway because he always over dramatized things. He was laying face down on his bed, arms above his head and his phone in his right hand. It'd gone off three times but he hadn't checked it; each time he'd instead groaned and ignored it.

This time instead of his phone going off, there was a knock on his bedroom door. Which. Why would anyone knock?? The door was open and anyone who could get in wouldn't respect his privacy enough to knock anyways. Eventually he looked up, hearing nothing else and wondering if it was a polite murderer or summat.

And. Well. It wasn't a murderer. It was Harry, standing in the doorway and looking very unsure of himself, eyes on his scuffed boots, cute sweater paws and slightly flushed cheeks. Louis blinked once, real slow, before sitting up and clearing his throat.

"Harry." He stated, his blue eyes darting behind the tall boy who managed to seem so small, wondering if anyone had let him in. "How'd you get in??" He eventually asked after determining that no one else was here.

Harry looked up, meeting Louis' gaze and giving a smile that looked so... Sad.
"Niall bumped into me in the hallway and gave me his key. He... He said he didn't need it and knew how to pick a lock anyway?" The boy said it like a question, before continuing. "Then he told me to come here because you were apparently moping."

Louis' jaw dropped, his train of thought wandering to how he was going to beat Niall up when the dyed-blonde returned. "Well. C'm'n sit down then, Curly. You're here now." He paused, throwing some jeans off the bed to make room. "And m'not moping." He added for good measure.

Harry giggled, flushing and looking down at the ground again before shuffling forwards and sitting on the bed with his hands in his lap. Louis raised an eyebrow, before lifting his arm and catching Harry's chin with gentle fingers, turning Harry's face towards him. Harry stared at him with wide eyes, his lips parting slightly as Louis brushed his thumb over the plump redness of them.

"Harry... We're okay, right?? About what happened last night??" Louis had to ask.

Harry frowned slightly, as if confused, before nodding. "Course." He murmured.

Louis hummed, smiling in relief. He shifted closer to the boy, his legs crossed up on the bed. He leaned over, lifting his other arm and tangling his fingers in Harry's curls. His other hand cupped Harry's strong jaw, his thumb brushing over his cheek. Harry's eyes fluttered shut and Louis moved closer, pressing his lips to Harry's slightly parted ones. Harry sucked in a breath, but his eyes stayed closed so Louis did it again, this time nibbling softly at Harry's bottom lip.

Harry shifted so he was in the same sitting position as Louis, his hands fluttering around as he didn't know what to do with them. Louis smiled against the other boys lips and removed the hand from his hair, taking Harry's hands and placing them on his waist. Harry's touch remained soft and unsure, but his kiss became more insistent, opening his mouth more and tilting his head to give Louis better access.

Louis groaned at the feeling of it all, never having experienced this with someone so... Inexperienced and yet it drove him absolutely crazy at how Harry did things. He wanted to swallow it all up and keep it forever. Louis pressed his free hand to Harry's chest and slowly pushed him back, but keeping their lips locked. Harry's made a small noise of confusion that Louis nearly choked on because it was just so endearing, but he fell back against the pillows and let Louis hover above him. Harry's hands were still at Louis' waist, but his fingers were digging into the skin there and had moved Louis' shirt out of the way.

Taking advantage of the openness of Harry's mouth, Louis finally gave in and licked into it, touching his tongue to Harry's in a slow, languid motion. The kiss became more heated with their tongues involved, and in their compromising position, Louis moaned softly and ground his hips down into Harry's. Harry let out a small whimper, gasping into Louis' mouth and bucking his skinny waist up, his fingers tightening on Louis' hips.

Louis' eyes were squeezed shut at all the emotions and feelings and sensations, but as he slowly pulled back, leaving his hands where they were tangled in Harry's hair, he opened them, almost gasping at the sight of Harry beneath him. Harry looked up at him, all wide eyes and swollen parted lips, flushed cheeks and little pants leaving his wet mouth. Louis smiled, sitting back on Harry's groin and watching the boy squirm under him.

"You're quite the kisser, Curly." He commented, running a teasing hand down the front of Harry's sweater covered chest.

Harry stared up at him, a small smile quirked at the corner of his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, his eyelashes brushing his cheeks. Louis tilted his head in confusion at seeing...

"Is that mascara??" Louis asked, watching in a startled way as Harry's eyes flung open, his pupils dilating as he bit at his lip, looking uncomfortable all of a sudden. He shifted, dislodging Louis from his lap and sitting up, not meeting Louis' curious gaze.

"Erm, yeah?? I mean, it's just, um. Something I..." Harry couldn't form words and finally looked over at Louis as the blue-eyed boy groaned, tipping his head back.

"God, you're gonna kill me, Harold. You're just so pretty and please let me kiss you again." Louis managed to get
out, leaning forwards a bit and looking at Harry with impossibly wide eyes.

Harry let his jaw drop a little, flushing. "I'm... You don't think it's weird?? I'm pretty??" He asked, almost incredulous.

Louis nodded, his eyes searching Harry's face. "So pretty, you have no idea. S'not weird, love. It's just something you like, right?? And that's okay." He murmured, shifting back towards the pretty boy.

Harry stared for only a moment more before boldly attacking Louis and his mouth.

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{ please talk to me again i miss you }