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(Short chapter, I'll try to upload again by Monday. Shit hits the fan in this chapter, and once again, comments are great and I love you all ♥ -M)

Louis padded down the staircase in Harry's t-shirt -which was about three sizes too big- and boxer shorts, smiling when he found that Harry had been watching from a spot on the sofa. "Having fun there?" Louis giggled, reaching the wood floor where he sock-skated across to Harry.

"Maybe a little." Harry reached over and picked up the television remote, flipping it on. "Since it's the holidays now, I thought it might be appropriate to put in Love, Actually."

"Really," Louis acted interested in Harry's selection, folding his legs under him while he sat beside Harry on the sofa. "Did you mention something about tea earlier?"

"Might have." Harry mumbled, starting the film. "And it might be in the kitchen because I forgot to bring the teacups back in." He smiled at Louis.

Louis laughed and hit Harry's shoulder, standing up and sliding into the kitchen, where the refrigerator caught his eye. Pictures of Harry and this other guy were pinned to the surface of it from magnets, along with photos of the other guy and another girl. Faces Louis had never seen before worried him and he moved away from the fridge with the image of Harry and another girl in his mind.

"What kind of tea is this?" Louis cuddled up next to Harry, sipping the tea and watching the movie absentmindedly.

"Yorkshire," Harry paused, then frowned. "Why, do you not like it?"

"It's my favorite." Louis smiled, looking up at him. "Thank you."

Harry smiled back and hugged Louis close to him, kissing his temple. They stayed like that for the remainder of the film, Louis cuddled into Harry's chest and Harry's arms around him, until the end credits rolled and Louis stretched out on Harry's lap, yawning. Harry rested his hands on Louis's tummy and Louis eyed him tiredly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Louis smiled, placing his hands over Harry's.

Harry shrugged, smiling fondly. Louis wrapped a small hand around the back of Harry's neck and raised his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips. "What?" Harry smiled.

"What, what?" Louis giggled, running his fingers through Harry's curls. "Maybe I just like your hair, you're always assuming things." He teased, bringing his hand back down to run a thumb over Harry's jawline.

"Assuming what?" Harry raised an eyebrow smugly.

"That I like you more than a sex buddy." Louis said the words quietly, watching Harry's eyes squint while he looked down.

"Don't you?" A ghost of a smile remained on Harry's lips.

"I never said I did." Louis whispered, eyes scanning over Harry's face and taking in every detail, wondering how in hell his flaws could make him so irresistibly perfect.

"You never said you didn't, either." Harry spoke lowly, watching Louis as he furrowed his eyebrows and shifted his gaze to Harry's lips. Restrain yourself, Harry, respect his rules.

"You can kiss me, you know." Louis hardly said, and Harry's mind went completely blank. Louis tried reading his expression, thoughts tracing back to the pictures on the refrigerator and the fact that he had an entire house to "himself". Harry's silence worried him.

Louis shook his head and stood from the sofa, running his hands through his feathery hair. It dawned on him that his car was still at The Ritz and he was basically stuck with Harry until he felt the need to return him home. Louis mentally kicked himself.

"Um- where's the bathroom, Harry?" Louis said quietly.

Harry stood, mind still frazzled, and led Louis down the hall and to the bathroom. "Hey, Lou?" He said just before Louis closed the door behind him.

Louis looked up at Harry with a "hm?"

Harry weighed every single outcome of every single action he could take within a span of two seconds, and, without thinking, took a half-step forward and crashed his lips against Louis's.

They fit together like pieces of a puzzle, the kiss daring and in-the-moment. Harry took Louis off guard but knew he'd done the right thing. His left hand found it's way to the back of Louis's neck and his right snaked around the small of Louis's back.

Louis's eyes fluttered shut and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, and as soon as Harry parted, Louis leaned against the doorframe and bit his lip hesitantly. "Can't remember the last time I kissed someone." He said quietly.

"Sorry." Harry whispered.

Louis hooked his arms around Harry's neck and stood on his toes, returning his lips to Harry's in a shier, more timid kiss. Harry's hands fell to Louis's waist and he leaned down into the kiss, and for some reason Louis started giggling so Harry smiled too, giving Louis a confused look.

"What?" Harry smiled.

Louis covered his face with his hands and put all of his weight against the doorframe, giggling uncontrollably. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and sighed into his chest. "It's just that we only met yesterday and I think I love you." Louis said, looking up at Harry, who looked down at him and pressed a light kiss to Louis's lips.

"I think I love you too." Harry said quietly, watching as Louis's eyes sparkled and Louis leaned up to kiss Harry again.

(Did you cry? You better be crying, this was adorable. I love you all so much, thank you so much for reading. I have a question: Do you think homosexuality is a choice? Answer in the comments beautiful people ♥ -M)