Not So Simple

Prolouge

Louis isn't exactly sure why he allows himself to drink tonight. Alcohol is never the answer to anything, but when Zayn comes to him with vodka and shot glasses, who is he to say no? It's a One Direction party, just the five boys, who are all considerably drunk. Not Liam, of course. He's the one who makes sure that none of the other four boys do anything stupid and he's the designated driver.

"We should play truth or dare or something! This party's fucking lame." Harry stumbles over to Louis, wrapping an arm around the older boy's waist to steady himself. Louis's definitely not as drunk as Harry, which is saying something, because Louis can barely keep himself steady or think straight.

"Yeah! Let's play that!" Zayn murmurs, playing with Liam's hair as if it's the greatest thing in the world. Zayn's peculiar when he's inebriated. He acts as if he's high on drugs rather thank being drunk. It's good (great, really) for a laugh.

Liam shrugs. "Go ahead, nothing too inappropriate, alright?"

"WE SHOULD ALL RUN AROUND THE FLAT NAKED!" Harry shouts right after that, his fist pumping in the air enthusiastically. Louis agrees a little too eagerly, causing Liam to glare at the two.

"We're not run-" Liam's interrupted by Harry starting to take off his shirt, smirking devilishly at Liam and then at Louis.

"Or we could play tag and Lou could be it." He whispers in Louis' ear, causing involuntary chills to run down his back.

Liam sends Harry daggers. "If you take off one more piece of clothing-"

Liam's once again interrupted, this time by Harry taking his jeans off, leaving him only in his boxers and Louis isn't staring and he positively is NOT thinking naughty things about the curly haired lad.

"Lou, help me out here?" Liam asks exasperated.

Louis licks his lips, turning his gaze to Liam and not the half naked boy standing right next to him.

"You know what, why don't you drive Niall and Zayn home? I'll take care of Harry." Louis says, trying to make himself sound somewhat sober.

Liam smiles at him. "Thank you," he breathes. "Promise me you two won't get into any trouble?"

Louis ponders saying 'I can't promise anything' before shaking his head.

"Of course we won't get into any trouble! I'll make sure of it." Louis says confidently.

Liam sends him one more hesitant look, before pulling Zayn and Niall up from the floor, telling them it's time to go. They all make their way out the door, and Louis breathes a sigh of relief.

"We're alone now." Louis says huskily to Harry, who cocks an eyebrow, before taking him by the collar and dragging him into Louis' bedroom. Harry slams the door, Louis leaning back on it with his chest pressed flush against Harry's. Harry's eyes observe him carefully, biting his lip teasingly. Louis whimpers at the site, and Harry chuckles softly, before crushing his mouth to Louis' in an open mouthed kiss.

It takes Louis by surprise, and he stumbles backwards, hitting his head hardly against the door. He swears, about to break away from Harry, when he feels long fingers running through his hair soothingly. The pain is soon replaced by sparks that seem to come from Harry's fingertips.

They start to get desperate for more skin, Harry pressing kisses not only to Louis' lips, but his jaw as well. Nips begin to be placed to Louis' ear and then his neck, Harry moving his warm tongue across the bite afterwards, licking the bruise he'd caused. Once there is almost no more skin left that Harry hasn't made his mark on yet, he groans, tugging on Louis' shirt. Louis gets the memo, stripping out of his shirt and pants. Harry stares at Louis' bare body, a moan seeming to get stuck deep in his throat.

"You're so hot," Harry says, admiring his body, the way his hair is a ruffled mess, and his baby blue eyes that have turned dark with lust and want.

Louis finds himself breathing "Fuck me," to Harry, whose eyes widen before shoving Louis against the mattress, removing his own boxers and pressing his chest against Louis' once more, causing fireworks to form in Louis' stomach and a soft gasp to be elicited from his mouth.

Harry's lips never leave Louis' as he plunges inside of him, grasping onto Louis' hips for support. Louis breathes heavy breaths, panting as Harry moves around inside of him. He feels warmth enveloping his stomach, getting hotter and hotter as he yells out in ecstasy, his head falling back onto his pillow forcefully. Harry's hitting all the right places and it feels so perfect and simply amazing.

Harry hits a certain place inside of him, and Louis sees stars as the world around him goes blank and his whole entire being just seems to burst.