Not So Simple

Chapter Twelve

Month 4

Louis is sleeping when a pair of long arms wrap around his waist, holding him securely as if they never want to let him go. Louis is tired, exhausted, but he turns around nonetheless. He loves Liam, yeah, but they don't cuddle. Cuddling is reserved for Harry and Harry only. He plans on telling Liam off, or maybe he'll just tease him a bit, but he can't because it's not Liam. Louis' breath hitches in his throat until he feels like he can't breathe.

"Babe, I'm home." Harry, beautiful, beautiful Harry says, smiling widely. Louis is in shock. He must look like a fish, opening his mouth and then closing it again rapidly. This can't be for real... or can it?

"What're you doing here? You're not supposed to be back for another whole month!" Louis ends up getting out. He can't believe Harry's back, right in front of him, holding him.

Harry runs a hand through Louis' hair, and Louis trembles. "I came back early to see you and sweet-" Louis can't take it any longer. He slams his lips against Harry's, his whole body filling up with warmth and love and familiarity. Louis has missed this so fucking much and it feels amazing to have Harry back with him. He's desperate for more, because he hasn't seen Harry in a month (that's like a year on Louis and Harry's calendar), so Louis shoves his tongue into Harry's mouth, relishing in the sound of pleasure Harry makes. It's a deep guttural noise that makes Louis want to crawl out of his skin because it's so hot and low and just Harry-like.

Harry's hand goes to rest on Louis' stomach and Louis literally lets out a whimper, because he's wanted this, wanted Harry to do this and feel Louis' little bump in person. Now he is and it's too much yet not enough at the same time.

"Missed you, missed you, missed you," Louis exclaims frantically, kissing and kissing until he feels like his lips are about to fall off from the ridiculous amount of kissing. "You're not allowed to ever leave me again. You hear that, Styles? Ever," he warns, reconnecting their lips in what must be their fiftieth kiss that night, "Especially not when I'm pregnant, you twat. I had so many needs while you were gone that I couldn't have you fulfill," Louis complains.

Harry's mouth moves to underneath Louis' ear, kissing and sucking on the skin there before responding to Louis. "We can make up for that," he whispers thickly, and Louis shivers, closing his eyes and thinking yesyesyes. He can picture what Harry wants to do, what Louis wants him to do and... God, he's horny, really, really horny.

"Harry," Louis chokes out, thrusting his hips in the direction of Harry's cock, which is almost as painfully aroused as he is. He's too hard, and he shouldn't be from a simple snog, but this isn't a snog. This is two lovers becoming reacquainted after all this time spent apart. It's not that long, honestly, but it is.

"Let me help you with your problem," Harry pants, stripping Louis of his trousers and boxers. Louis can only writhe from underneath of Harry, groaning as Harry's hand wraps around the length of his dick.

Only...

It's different... Something's off... Before Louis can question it, Harry's gone, and Louis' gasping for air as he wakes up from his dream. No, no, no! That couldn't have been a dream. It'd felt so lifelike and real. Even though he really doesn't want to see, he looks down at his crotch, and sure enough, he's painfully hard, just like in his dream. He feels like sobbing and screaming and cursing all at the same time. He's going to have to make himself come and... Ugh, Louis hates getting himself off. It makes him feel dirty and disgusting. It's not nearly as great as Harry being there, helping him.

Life is so unfair.

He closes his eyes tightly, thinking of the dream where Harry's hand was wrapped around his length. Slowly, Louis starts to squeeze himself, moaning out Harry's name and hoping that Liam can't hear him in the next room over. It doesn't take long since Louis' already extremely close to coming just from that cursed dream. He feels the knot in his stomach unclench, and Harry is the name on his lips as he rides out his orgasm.