Little Black Dress

Chapter 4

Harry hesitated, blocking the doorway by total accident.
"Harry? May I come in for a minute?" Louis' voice sounded inpatient.
Harry gestured for him to come, locking the door behind him. This is what Harry had wanted for so many years. A chance to explain, a chance to apologize.
"You're still with her?" Harry once again didn't have time to think before he spoke. His tone much harsher than he had intended.
Louis looked somewhat startled, sitting down in an armchair against the wall. "Yeah, I reckon I am. Although, not by Management's demands this time. She's a sweet girl. Truly."
That stung in Harry's chest, that dreaded emotion flooding him again. But he was careful this time, he was carefully choosing his words.
"I bet."
At this time, Eleanor was walking past Harry's window, dressed up in her black dress, hair messily braided, and a sparkling clutch tucked under her left arm. Louis' expression softened slightly upon looking at his girlfriend.
"So you're...straight now?" Harry broke the silence.
"You know I always was, Harry. It was just, complicated. I was gay for you but, no other guy gave me that same rush."
So it was a rush he was looking for. "I'm sorry, Lou. I really am. You know I didn't mean any of it. I was just caught up in the moment, jealous of what I thought you had with her." Harry gestured to the now empty window.
"But I don't get it, Harry. You really thought being with El could make me change my mind about you? How could you have even doubted what I felt for you?" Louis' voice was rising again. Half hurt, half mad.
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because you didn't seem to mind being forced around with her! At least I looked bored with Taylor or Kendall or whoever else they paraded me around with! Because none of them were you! I loved you! Hell, I still do. No one can compare to you. But watching you with her? With Eleanor? It still pisses me the hell off! It was you, Lou! It was you, and it always will be!" Harry inhaled sharply, out of breath and out of words.
Louis' mouth had dropped open slightly at some point in Harry's monologue.
He closed it, swallowing a few times to rid his mouth of the dryness. "I...is that why you came here? Hoping I'd let us start over?"
Harry wandered over to Louis, hands gripping the chair handles, "Yes. Yes Lou. I didn't know that first, but I do now. Ever since I saw you walk up to us that first night, no, ever since you walked out that door years ago, I knew I wanted you back. Fuck you for leaving me, Lou! You ruined me for good! I was an emotional wreck without you!"
"Don't you dare pin this on me! You started it! You punched me! What the hell kind of guy would I be for staying with someone who punched me. Like it was so much easier for me to walk through those doors! You have no idea, Harry!"
Harry went back to pacing again, "Do you love her? Eleanor, I mean, do you love her? Honestly, love her Lou?"
Louis' sky-blue, no screw that, ocean blue eyes filled to the brim with tears, just like that night of the fight. He shook his head before dropping himself to the ground. He looked helpless. Harry hated seeing Louis, the fearless leader, helpless. "No, of course I don't love her Harry! Did you still believe I fucking love her? Not a bloody chance in hell. It's you. As much as I don't want to believe that anymore, I'm sick of lying! My whole life I've been lying! I lied through the XFactor, I lied through those 5 years as a band. I lied to the fans, to El, to myself. And more importantly, I lied to you. You didn't deserve that. But I was scared of what people would say. You saw what they said about us when we weren't public! I didn't want you to see me as the coward that I am. I love you, Harry. I do. Please. I do."
Louis was in a practical meltdown on the floor. Harry ran his hand through his curls before kneeling down next to Louis.
"I missed you, babe." Harry's voice was shaky. Shit, was he crying too?
"I missed you more, Haz."
Harry placed an unstable hand on Louis' cheeks, gently wiping away the tears. That's the thing about Louis. His fragile-ness made you want to handle him in such a gentle manner. Louis reached up to cup his hand over Harry's.
"I love you, Hazza. I hate you for it, but I love you, too." His voice was calm and sweet. His breath smelled of tea, and lemon, and honey. All comforting to Harry in a place where everything smelled of coconuts.
"I love you too, LouBear."
Louis grinned, still slightly embarrassed by Harry's pathetic pet names. Harry smiled back, eyeing the lips he used to kiss until they were numb.
Without thinking, he pressed his mouth against Louis'. This caught Louis off balance and he tipped backward to the floor. Harry followed him down, keeping their lips locked. It was like remembering how to ride a bike, still a little unstable and unsure, but familiar enough to recall how great it felt.
"Harry. Harry. Hazza wait!" Louis half chuckled, pushing Harry up off of him.
"What? What's wrong?" Harry was praying that Louis didn't regret the last 5 minutes.
"I don't cheat. You know I don't cheat...I'll be right back...I promise."
"Don't leave me again, Lou." Harry resembled a puppy before you left for school every morning.
"I won't, babe. I promise." Louis pressed a small open-mouthed kiss to Harry's temple, ruffling around his carefully placed curly locks.
Louis quickly let himself out, leaving Harry somewhat emotionless, lying on the floor. Emotionless probably wasn't the right word, more like emotion-ful Harry thought. A mix of all the things Louis makes him feel stirred together with relief.
Fifteen minutes later, Louis emerged through the door again, beaming like the sun. Except this sun, Harry could live with. He was about to open his mouth when he heard the sound of a rolling suitcase outside his window, it was Eleanor.
"Louis..." But he was cut off by Louis straddling Harry's hips once again.
"Now, you're all mine, just like it's supposed to be." Louis smiled a genuine smile, something Harry hadn't seen in a while. The kind of smile that made his eyes glisten like sapphires and crinkles appear on either side of his face.
Harry reached up and pulled Louis down into him, they're lips pressing together like literal sparks could be made at any given second. It soon turned into the joining of tongues, gasping for air with each turn of an open mouth. Louis bit until Harry was sure his lip was a color so red, apples had nothing on him.
Louis moved down to Harry's neck, sucking on his jaw and his collarbones. Louis yanked at the bottom of Harry's t-shirt, signaling for Harry to slide up as Louis freed him from the hot and heavy cotton. Louis moved downward even further, lacing his fingers in and out of Harry's waistline and placing small, gentle kisses on his stomach. "Damn you for not being ticklish, babe." Louis joked, his words slurring as he pressed his lips to Harry's midsection.
Harry lifted up, allowing Louis to slide off his swim trunks and boxers. Every touch made Harry shiver in anticipation, awaiting what was next to come. Louis began stroking his throbbing cock, leaving gentle kisses on his thighs with rough bruising from Louis' attempt at a beard. Harry let out a small sound, leaning upright. Louis pushed him back down, "You perve, lay still!" Although, Louis' voice had a comical tone to it, the one he used when Harry was getting excited. Harry focused on tracing the letters etched across Louis' chest. "You're beatiful, Lou. Do you know that?"
"I think you may have mentioned it before, yeah." Louis teased. Warmth spreading through Harry's body with every touch. He shivered and moaned, tossing his head back when Louis' lips formed around something besides Harry's skin. His body throbbed and a pool of hotness lay still at his groin.
In what seemed like milliseconds, Louis slid off his trousers and pulled Harry up by his hands. Harry scooped Louis up and dropped him on the bed. He was as light as ever.
"Bend over, Haz. Let me do the work this time." Lou had a smile on his face, and sweat dripping down his face, something Harry was glad he helped with.
"Fuck." Harry murmed. Louis moving deeper inside him with every thrust of his hips.
"I'm close." Louis whispered, hands clawing down Harry's back.
"Shittt." Lou released. A hot, sticky mess on Harry's stomach. He laid shaking and whimpering with desire as Louis used his shirt to clean up the mess they had made.
"Lay here with me, ok?" Harry grabbed Lou's arm. He nodded. Carefully settling himself down next to Harry, fitting together like two pieces in a puzzle. "Always."
"Hey Lou?"
"Yeah, Hazza?"
"So, El, you never were turned on by her in that little black dress?"
"That dress had nothing on you, babe." And with that, they drifted asleep, intertwined the same way they were all those years ago.