Smoke || larry

22

Another change in schedule and soon the park is gone and Harry really has to become a super sneak. It's probably all for the best though because it's closer to December than October and the November nights are merciless on Harrys exposed skin.

The only problem is that Liam and his mother know. They know he sneaks away to see Louis and to drink and smoke and have fun. They know because Liam caught them on a date and they were high and when Harry saw him he laughed and Liam dragged him away. Louis fought, but once the police were mentioned Harry cried and Louis eventually fled after much convincing and a quick, runaway kiss.

It's been three days since he's actually seen him. His mom checks in on him through the night and Louis is busier with work and school now. Harry wants to throw himself off of a building, but he also wants to curl up in Louis' arms in his bed, because Louis' house is now his home.

There's a tap on his window. It's soft yet frantic and Harry leaps out of bed and grabs his coffee mug before looking out the window and seeing Louis. Louis looks from him to the mug and smiles before raising his brows. Harry creaks open his window and peaks his head out.

"What the fuck, Lou?" Harry whispers and Louis shrugs and uses hand gestures to tell Harry to move. Louis climbs in his window effortlessly and pulls Harry into a kiss once his feet hit the ground.

"Were you going to slug me with the coffee mug, darling?" Louis asks teasingly and Harry huffs and places it back on his desk. Louis just flops down on his bed like he's been in his room millions of times instead of this being his first.

"Your rooms cute. I like the pictures on the wall," Louis whispers. Harry looks over at them and sees the small start he's made at hanging things up again. There's some old ones of him and Liam and Niall. New ones of Louis, some of Zayn. Harry doesn't have one up of his family, but they don't really deserve to be up there anymore.

"Thanks. What brings you here?" Harry whispers back. He's not sure if anyone's actually home yet considering his mom went out hours ago and Robins disappeared again.

"Missed my boyfriend," Louis says casually and Harry just grins and shoves him because Louis knows Harry blushes every time.

"I also brought a joint so stick your head out the window and enjoy," Louis smirks triumphantly and Harry just jumps off his bed and rushes to the window, making the older boy laugh.

"So eager," Louis chuckles lightly. They both squish together and lean half out the window, their butts on full display for anyone that walks in. Louis doesn't seem to mind and lights the large joint and takes his puff.

"If you can keep quiet I'll blow you after this too," Louis promises and Harry nods eagerly and snatches the joint from Louis' nimble fingers.

"Only if I can return the favour," he smirks and Louis shivers next to him and his eyes are lustful, but also fond.

"You're too perfect. Blow me all you want," Louis tells him and Harry has an urge to sink down and suck Louis off while they're smoking. He follows his thoughts.

Louis bites on his hand to remain quiet as Harry palms him and jerks him hard. Harry loves pleasing Louis and he often wonders when they'll finally go all the way. When Louis will love him fully and intimately, but he knows now's not the time.

He has him in his mouth and Louis is sucking hard on the joint like Harrys sucking hard on him and Louis' blowing the smoke out with shakey breaths and quiet whimpers. It doesn't take long for Harry to get Louis to come, considering it's been awhile since Harrys actually done anything to him and Louis clearly isn't with anyone else. He stands up again and Louis gives him the joint and Harry inhales deeply.

Louis kisses his cheek as he's blowing out into the winter night and his arms wrap around Harrys waist. Harry just brings the joint back up and inhales again.

"I love you," Louis tells him and Harry will never get tired of hearing that. They way it rolls off Louis' tongue makes him want to throw a festival and honestly, it feels like his body is already having one from the way he lights up.

"I love you too," Harry replies quickly, blowing out his smoke so he can say it. Louis just hums happily and let's him finish the joint as he traces patterns on Harrys skin under his shirt. It's nice and the high is nice and it's familiar.

"Have you smoked -um- anything else lately?" Harry asks after the butts been dropped on the ground and they're both just staring outside.

"Yeah. Today actually. I don't have it here though," Louis promises him. Harry closes his eyes and nods because he doesn't know if he's okay with Louis smoking crack. He's just not sure.

"Go to bed. It's my turn," Louis whispers in his ear and Harry shivers as Louis gently takes his ear lobe between his teeth and gropes at his groin. Harry obediently moves to the bed and Louis follows him quickly.

Clothes are shed and hands are everywhere and Louis' mouth is sucking and biting at every spot he can manage and when he finally takes Harry into his mouth Harry feels like he's going to cry from the pleasure. Louis sucks and licks and takes him in deep and he has Harry coming with a whimper because he's biting into his arm. Louis swallows him back and then removes Harrys arm from his mouth gently and kisses his lips that taste like Harry.

"I love high blow jobs, don't you, love?" Louis asks with a grin and Harry is nodding and kissing him again and again.

"I also like high cuddles so come love me," Harry whines. Louis laughs and pulls Harry to him so they're spooning and the blanket is covering their waists and Harry has their hands linked. It's nice and Louis has his lips pressed to the back of his neck.

"I'm always loving you," Louis eventually replies and Harry let's out a content sigh.

"I know."

They're both whispering to each other in the night, not ready to sleep. Harry grins as Louis tells him how chimpanzees are his favourite animal and how he wants to hug one, one day. It's nice to hear Louis talk about a positive future and it's fucking fantastic when he mentions Harry in it.

Their whispering is cut off by a door slamming and then his mothers flirty giggles. Harry furrows his brow and sits up slightly as another voice comes into play.

"Are you sure he's asleep? I wouldn't want to wake him," a mans voice says and it's most certainly not Robins.

"He's out cold. Don't worry, no one will hear," his mother giggles again and Harry feels sick and Louis is tense behind him. There's a pause and then Harry knows what his mom is doing and he definitely doesn't need to hear it.

He turns into Louis' chest and covers his ears and squeezes his eyes shut. No. This can't happen. This is tearing things further apart.

"That's not my dad. That's not my dad," Harry repeats and he hears a man groan and he cries and Louis holds him to his chest and rubs his back.

"Ignore that. Focus on me. It'll be okay. Nothing's your fault," Louis tells him and Harry can feel his world slipping from under him even more and his only safety line is Louis.

"How do you know it's not my fault?" Harry cries and Louis gently kisses his head.

"Because it was never mine either. Things happen, but it's not your fault," Louis reminds him and Harry curls under his arm and Louis sings to him until the house falls quiet and a front door shuts. Harry panics and thinks that his mom may come in, but slowly calms down after ten minutes.

"Better?" Louis asks and Harry nods but pulls him closer.

"Don't leave," Harry begs and Louis shakes his head and rests his chin atop Harrys curly head.

"Never. I'm right here."