summary: in which harry and louis broke up a lifetime ago, and now harry is certain that he is in love with niall, but louis likes proving him wrong. (angst/smut)
word count: 4,180
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try to tell you no, but my body keeps on tellin' you yes.
"Lou," Harry drags out, he knows it's his fault that he's in this position, laid on Louis' bed with the boy on his lap, ring clad fingers wrapped around the boys thighs, "stop," he mumbles, "I've got that thing going on with Niall."
"Yet you came to me when you had a boner?" Louis' eyebrow perks up, nibbling on his bottom lip, "So what was that all about?"
"I don't know...I was confused?" he looks down to where their bodies touch and is unable to help it when his mind wanders, "I had a confused boner."
"What even made you....y'know?" he mumbles, making moves to crawl off only to be stopped Harry's hands moving to his hips.
"You." he mumbles out, Louis' suprised he even heard it with how quiet Harry was.
"Me?" Louis scoffs, not letting narcissism invade his mind, "You're in love with Niall but the thought of me got you hard?" Harry blushes shamefully under Louis' stare, "Hey, Niall doesn't even know, he thinks you guys are just friends, you're doing nothing wrong."
Harry doesn't speak back. There's no room to. His mind is clogged, thoughts of Louis and the feelings for him, how he could blame what he wants to do on him being a hormonal teenager, and how him being with Niall would be for the best.
But Niall isn't Louis, and Louis was wrong, because he had told Niall about it last night.
He looks up at Louis, and when their eyes meet all he can do is think about the love that was there. The love that was still there.
Irrational thoughts start flooding his mind because he hasn't been like this with Louis in months, six to be exact. Seven since they broke up, six since he met Niall.
But fuck, he missed the intimate side of Louis, he wasn't used to the boy anymore but there was always these little things Louis did that no one else had done.
And he fucking hated it, and the way he missed it.
He finds himself staring at Louis lips, thinking about all the times he's kissed him, the different ways, and the way it always felt the same. Fuzzies and massive butterflies in his tummy, his tummy did backflips and he wouldn't stop kissing Louis until the room was spinning.
Niall didn't give him all of that, but that wasn't the point.
So it's no surprise that he's at a point where he's contemplating it. Because if he said there where never times when he thought about having Louis again, he'd be lying. Though, he does tell himself it just purely sexual.
He doesn't know that Louis is staring back, or the way Louis wants it just as much, if not more.
But Louis knows he wants it more.
"It's okay....right? Because we're- Niall and I-" and Louis kisses him.
He feels Harry relax an insane amount as his hands lay softly on Harry's shoulders. His eyes flutter shut and he feels at peace as Harry's lips move against his. Harry's grip doesn't leave Louis' waist, fingers digging into his hips and he's sure the skin is going to be red from the pressure by the time he's done with Louis.
It remains soft and slow, loving in any other situation.
Harry hates that he doesn't want it to stop.
