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Chapter 41

Harry's pov.

Louis and I had only made it out into the hallway before I was pinning his small body to the wall, my mouth attached to his. His arms wound around my neck as I pressed myself into him, gripping his wrists and raising them above his head.

He released a high-pitched whimper when I pressed my crotch into his, his eyes falling closed and his body tensing up. I've missed the taste of his tongue and the way his body reacted to mine, absolutely every piece of him being put into the passion he used to kiss me. He was everything to me, and the amount of myself that I put into him scared the shit out of me.

My hands sneak underneath his thighs, his body answering immediately as he jumps slightly, wrapping his thick thighs around my waist. I slam him back into the wall, the force causing his mouth to break away from mine to release a heavy gust of wind, followed by a soft whimper.

"Harry," He squeaks, his arms snaking around my neck to pull me even harder against him. "Take me somewhere, please."

"Okay, baby, okay," I say softly, my arms loosening from around him to allow his feet so slide to the ground. When we're both standing, my hand instantly finds his, and I begin tugging him down the narrow hallway. In our urgent state, I head straight for the stairs, both of us too needy and desperate to wait for the slow elevator.

The air outside immediately bites at my cheeks, the coldness sinking into my skin and numbing my bones. I could hear Louis' gasp when he felt the chill himself, and his hand tightening around mine. The fact that he was suffering - my baby was suffering - from the cold pained me. I didn't want him miserable - not anymore. He didn't deserve it anymore, so this fueled me to take longer strides until we were finally in front of my car.

I fumbled around in my pocket before retrieving my keys, releasing Louis' hand to place the key into the slot. When it was turned, I quickly threw open the door and pressed the button on the side, unlocking the rest of the doors.

"Get in the back," I muttered urgently. Louis nodded feverishly before opening the back door and crawling inside. I sat in the front seat and closed the door, sticking the key in the ignition and bringing the car to life with a low purr. Cranking up the heat, I hoped to get Louis warm soon so he wasn't freezing. I'm thankful that I always tend to park in the back of the parking lot, so people around won't see what I'm about to do to Louis. It's much anticipated and I've been driving myself mad for months just thinking of this very moment. I need him, and I need him now.

Turning around in my seat swiftly, I reached forward and grabbed Louis' cheeks in my hands. They were a bit sunken in and his cheek bones were more prominent than I remember, but I don't want to ask him about it now and ruin the mood. From the way he had reacted when he found out I was doing drugs, I don't think he'd have the audacity to do them himself and call me out on it, too. Louis is many things, but hypocritical is not one of them. That title is saved for Zayn.

Louis wasted no time in leaning forward and pressing his lips roughly against mine. His lips were soft, contrasting greatly against my chapped ones, but they were much thinner than mine. I always thought of this when he kissed me, always pointing out our differences and similarities. I loved the way his thighs and legs were much thicker than mine, and I loved the way my arms were more muscular than his, which made it easier to lift his body when necessary. We were opposites, yet somehow we managed to be completely the same - personality wise, anyway. He was a firecracker waiting to go off and I had no problem being the flame to ignite him. We could cause great damage together, but we could also be very compatible and harmonious.

The feel of Louis' warm and wet tongue sliding into my mouth brought me back to our blissfully fucked up reality. I wanted his body against mine, and I craved the way it felt to have him sitting in my lap, riding me until the sun broke through the barrier of the horizon. We did that often, just staying up all night to revel in the feeling of each other. It was one of my favorite things about us - we never, no matter how many times we did it - got tired of each other.