Secret Love (Boyxboy) (l.s)

Chapter 5

APRIL 21, 2014

"Mr. Styles, you may go in," the short, bald man says and directs me into the office.

I sit down across from Anne. She look the same, professional business attire, blue eyes.

"Hello, Harry.  How are you this week?" She asks.

"I dreamt of him. I always dream of him. I don't want to dream of him. It hurts."

"Why does it hurt, Harry?"

"Because I know that when I wake, he won't be there."

"Harry, why don't you tell me some more about the two of you?" She asks, "Would you like to continue your story?"

"No, but I feel I need to."

She nods, a simple response for what's to come.

MAY 15, 2010

It was the first day Louis had come to my apartment  and spent the night. He told his mum and she said it was fine, one bonus to our little lie. I had picked him up and drove him there. He had been babbling about God knows what on the way, asking numerous questions in regards to my apartment .

"What does it look like, Harry?"

"You'll see."

"How big is it?"

"You'll see."

"Does it have an upstairs?"

"It's an apartment, Louis, seriously shut up."

"I can't help it, I'm just curious!" He exclaimed.

It was true. Louis had this insane curiosity about him. He has to know anything and everything about anything and everything. You couldn't mention anything without being forced to explain it in full detail. I think it was one thing I liked about him.

I laughed,  putting my hand on his thigh. He blushed as he always did and I smiled. He put his hand on top of mine. His warm hand. His hands were always so warm.

We pulled into the building and went up the elevator. I grabbed his hand on the way up, something I'd never get used to.

We walked inside, Louis eyes wife with excitement.

"It's lovely, Haz," he had said.

"Why, thank you," I said. And I scooped him into my arms. I carried him to my room and laid him on the bed.

APRIL 21, 2014

"And then?" Anne asks.

"And then, we talked and watched movies and went to sleep."

It's not the truth. I remember that perfectly. It was one of the best nights of my life.

MAY 15, 2014

He giggled and pulled my head down, pressing his lips firmly to mine. Our tongues danced quickly together, rounding in circles along the wet warmth of his mouth.

He reached for my shirt, pulling it over my head. He then removed his own shirt and rolled us over where he was on top. He kissed my neck and started sucking. He then reached for the buckle of my jeans.

Oh.

"Lou," I said, rolling him off me, "we can't."

His eyes fell down and he looked as though someone had drained every once of his happiness away.

"Oh."

"No, Louis, I want to. Believe me, I want to, but I don't want to hurt you."

"Oh, so never?" He asked.

"No, not never. You just need to be ready."

I kissed him again.

"How about we do something else?"

He looked confused, but I laid him back against the bed.

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

He nodded.

I went into the dresser and brought back the bottle I was looking for. I pulled down his pants followed by his boxers, his boner already apparent.

"Have you ever touched youself," his breathing hitched as I put my fingers on his member, "here?"

His cheeks were bright red, "Once in 8th grade, but only because my friends were talking about it and I felt left out." He giggled, "But I didn't ever get anywhere."

I laughed at how discreet he was despite what we were about to do.

"What about," I whispered, "here?" I put my finger gently against his hole.

He shook his head quickly.

I got some of the lube onto my fingers and slid it around and about him.

"If this hurts too badly, let me know," I said.

He nodded, at a loss for words.

I pushed my finger in gently, halfway. Then I curled it backward.

His face contorted, in pain at first. Then he said, "Move your finger, Harry, like you did."

I started curling my finger in quickly, and Lou arched his back.

He moaned in delight,  getting harder and harder. I took him into my mouth, my tongue tracing circles as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him off. Right before he came, I put another finger in so he would feel the pleasure over the pain.

He emptied his load into my mouth and I swallowed.

I put his boxers back on him andnd climbed up next to him, pushing us under the warm duvet.

"That was... amazing," he said.

I smiled at his innocence.

I kissed him once andnd he whispered, "Don't you want me to return the favor?"

"Not tonight, Lou. You're tired."

He looked down again.

"But trust me, I'll take you up on that," I said and winked.

He laughed and I turned around, Louis grabbing onto my waist, burrying his face into my back.

Hey guys!! Double update bc the first one was short!! Hah, this was dirty so I've ruined your innocence. Sorry, you dirty motherfuckers! Hah, well I love yall!!

-A