Master Tomlinson

20- The Departure

LOUIS
Soft snores and small noises of sleep came from the unconscious body beside me, the sunlight peeking down onto his pale face and illuminating his beautiful features. Those luscious curls sat atop his head and effortlessly fell into place perfectly, but managed to avoid his eyes as they swooped down onto the white pillow his head laid against. When he didn't have any nightmares, I could swear that he was the most peaceful human being on the planet just trying to co-exist with a bunch of his demons. Not a word escaped from him all night, only his sleepy noises and little groans. He was the most ethereal thing I've seen, but yet still the strongest, in the most indelicate way possible. When I caressed his cheek he would subconsciously nuzzle into my soft touch and move his lips. When I would lift the blanket to attempt to wake him, he would only curl up in his fetal position more and ignore my gesture. His subconscious mind was quite funny to me.

"Kitten." I whispered into his ear, nuzzling my lips against his soft curls. They smelled sweet and felt like a fuzzy blanket against my lips, which made me grin with pleasure. Harry ignored me at first, but eventually my kisses made him stir a bit. I was annoying him with my love. "Mmm.." Harry mumbled tiredly, before he began to rub at his eyes. A small yawn escaped his lips and he looked so damn adorable.
"Time to wake up." I whispered to the half asleep boy, who pouted slightly but nodded in submission. I pressed a small kiss to his forehead and ran my fingers through his knotty hair, trying to avoid tugging at the knots and rubbing at his scalp soothingly. Harry was now looking up at me as I peered down at him lovingly, a small smile accompanying my lips.
"Morning handsome.'" He greeted with his raspy morning voice, smiling sleepily up at me and humming in agreement at my soft movements against his head. "Morning beautiful." I greeted back, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips, which made him giggle against my lips. "I've got morning breath." He whispered, before biting his lip to contain his smile. My knees went weak from that giggle.
"How will I ever forgive you for letting me kiss you when you have morning breath?" I responded with fake offense, dropping my mouth open for dramatic effect. I gasped softly and looked down at the boy; who was now grinning and laughing even louder. I could see mischief running wild in his green eyes now. He sprung up even faster than I had expected from someone who was dead asleep a few minutes ago, and got on top of me, pinning my arms down against the bed. Harry pressed his lips to mine firmly and kissed me so hard that I felt myself swooning underneath him. A few laughs escaped my lips as he had taken control unexpectedly, but I kept kissing him back. He even slipped his tongue in there a few times just to be a little shit, and now it was starting to take a different turn. Harry's lips moved against mine like two puzzle pieces connecting; tongues intertwining like vines. His hands still gripped my wrists to stop my wandering hands, and he tightened his thighs against my hips. I could tell that he was getting eager as he pressed his bum down against my lap; which resulted in a throaty groan escaping my lips. I wanted it just as badly as he did, but I knew that we should wait. You don't know how hard it was to resist him, and how badly I just wanted to rip those pajamas off of his body and take him all in; but I managed to hold off once again. With a swift movement, I slipped my hands from his grip and watched as his facial expression turned to one full of surprise; and flipped us over. When his curls hit the pillow they spread out like wildfire and he laughed like a child, wiggling slightly underneath me. I leaned down to his ear and breathed out, "You're so naughty." to which he only bit his lip. "We have to get ready." As I stared down at the panting boy, I could see that his smile never faded. I didn't want him to think that I didn't want him, because I was testing my limits for sure. I didn't want this to be the place it happened at. He was worth more than that.

Harry let out a small huff as he then went limp underneath me. "Fine. One last kiss?" He pleaded persuasively, using his dimply smile to seduce me once again. I felt as though it may be a trap, but I couldn't deny that I was enjoying this side of him that never came out. When I leaned down to kiss him, he quickly changed plans; and sucked my lip into his mouth and nibbled on it gently, which made me curse silently. "Harry!" I smirked widely, pulling away from the laughing boy; who threw his head back and exposed his teeth as his chest roared from the laughter.
"Get ready. This isn't over." I warned playfully, before getting out of bed. I watched as he laid there grinning, only propping himself up after I began to walk away.
Once in the bathroom, I heard him leave the room and head towards his room to begin packing like I had instructed. A small breath escaped my lips as I stared ahead at the mirror, my eyes falling upon the permanent smile on my lips. "Jesus." I muttered under my breath, letting out a small laugh at Harry's persistence. My lips were throbbing from his actions a minute ago, and I could feel my legs getting weaker with every thought. "Beautiful little tease." I mumbled to myself before I began to brush my teeth.

After my bags were packed and all was in order, I pulled on some jeans and a button up shirt instead of my usual formal attire. This was my holiday in the end, and even though the circumstances caused a lot of stress I was still going to try and make the best of it. Roy didn't want to settle things like men, so therefore it had to turn dirty. It wasn't the first time I had put a price on someones life, and it wasn't going to be the last time either. This business was full of murder, abuse, drugs, you name it. People like Roy Hutchins and Samuel Alder deserved to die; and they were the ones that I try to save people from. Despite what people think; you can be in the slave industry and still be a good person. Or so I liked to think.
Rubbing my eyes gently, I attempted to get the thoughts out of my brain and focus on getting downstairs. With bags in hand, I exited my room and headed towards Harry's room, to which my gaze fell onto the shirtless boy who was zipping his pants up. Without realizing I was there, I watched him grab a white shirt and pull it over his damp body; droplets still visible on his back from a shower he had taken a few minutes prior. I knocked on his door to let him know I was there, and watched as his head snapped towards the door with a bit of fear, his face pale. Once something registered in his mind, I saw a smile spreading across his lips. "You frightened me." He breathed out softly, rubbing at his chest as he laughed slightly. "How long have you been standing there?" A small blush crept onto his cheeks as he grabbed for his coat, pulling it on simultaneously. "Not long enough, I only saw your back." I teased, making him chuckle with slight embarrassment. I entered his room slowly and grabbed his bag for him, to which he thanked me silently. I noticed that a sort of nervous look vacated his face.
"You alright?" I asked in concern, giving his hand a small squeeze with my empty hand. Harry, who brought my hand up to his lips and pecked it, nodded slowly. "We should get going." Harry answered in attempt to change the subject, and I could see that he didn't want to talk about it so I didn't press any further.

The car was waiting for us in the loop by the time we had gone downstairs. I said my goodbyes to Paul and thanked him again, before we got into the car. And so we began the journey.