When He Came Home From New York (L.S)

Part one: in which Louis returns home

"Briana announces pregnancy and Louis Tomlinson is the father"
The words cut deep into Harry's heart as he scanned the article. His hands were shaking, beads of sweat winding their way down his forehead. The phone clattered to the ground but Harry didn't hear a thing. His eyes were trained at the wall lined with photos of two boys in love, numbness washing over him like a cold blanket of snow. His hands were balled into fists, knuckles turning white. When Louis had left for New York 3 weeks ago, Harry had had an awful feeling at the bottom of his stomach. It lingered in the back of his mind but he pushed it away each time it had appeared. Because he trusted Louis...didn't he? He was broken from his trance by the sound of a key turning in the lock on the front door. Harry was seething when he heard the familiar shrill voice of his boyfriend echoing through the house. Harry wanted to punish Louis, to make him feel pain. Harry just wanted to feel something. "Harry?" Louis called again, this time gaining a reaction from the curly headed lad who was now storming towards him. "There you are I've-" Louis began but he was cut off by Harry smashing their lips together. After the initial shock, Louis let himself melt into the kiss. He had been longing to taste his boyfriend's sweet strawberry lips since the day he had left for America. He was pushed against the wall, Harry's hands on either side of his face as he kissed him, rough and desperate. Harry was grinding his hips against the smaller boy, gaining a soft moan from Louis. Harry took the opportunity to slide his tongue into Louis' mouth, tasting every inch of it. He slid his hand down Louis' body, palming him through his grey sweatpants. He kissed down Louis' neck down to his chest. He nibbled and sucked until he was satisfied with the large red mark he'd created on the thin, sensitive skin of Louis' collarbone. "Did you miss me?" Louis whispered but Harry didn't respond, instead kneeling down on the cold marble tiles. He untied Louis' sweat pants and gently tugged his boxers, letting Louis' now fully hardened dick spring free. Without warning, Harry wrapped his lips around the tip, tasting the salty precum that was beginning to leak out. "Fuck..." Louis whimpered as Harry began to bob his head back and fourth, flicking the slit with his tongue. Louis ran his fingers through Harry's long, luscious chocolate curls. He bucked his hips as he felt the familiar warm feeling at the bottom of his stomach emerge. Louis took over, placing a hand behind Harry's head and thrusting into his mouth. Harry didn't protest, instead going faster and faster. "Fuck Haz I'm gonna...I'm gonna...HARRY!!" Louis practically screamed as he came all over Harry's face and mouth. Instinctively Harry swallowed, feeling the warm, sweet liquid trickle down his throat. Harry hoisted himself up off the floor looking Louis dead in the eye as he wiped at the corners of his mouth with his thumb. A smirk was plastered across his face however his eyes bore an icy glare. He leant forward, his breath hot and even tickling against Louis' ear. "So, was I better than her?" He sneered. Louis face fell. He had hoped Harry wouldn't have seen the article before he got home so he could explain. "Harry I-" but he was cut off by Harry's hand covering his mouth as he pushed Louis into their bedroom. "Save it Lou." Harry said bluntly as he shoved Louis onto their bed.