Big Top

Chapter 31

Louis's pov

I couldn't stop looking at my ring — engagement ring — wedding ring. The ring I will get to wear for the rest of my life. It's now January and I still cannot get over the fact that I am engaged to Harry. I wonder though if someone would think we hadn't known each other long enough. I have heard of normal couples dating for years before getting engaged. But Harry and I certainly were not normal and I could not be happier. In fact, I will have known Harry for a year in March; that was about the time he came here. I remember it like it happened yesterday. I couldn't remember a time in my life when I had seen a human being more gorgeous than Harry. His locks were shorter and his build not as muscular as it is now. But his jade eyes have never changed, they still have that sparkle in them they did when he first looked at me. I remember he had an austere expression on his face and his eyebrows furrowed a tad as Richard walked with him and showed him all the train cars. But the second our eyes met it looked like he melted and I felt like my insides were melting. His eyebrows relaxed and a small smile played on his lips when he extended his hand for me to shake. Of course, completely terrified of my new found fascination with him, I barely looked at him. I was afraid I had shown that I felt on fire when my hand touched his; this deep, burning sensation in my gut that I didn't want to leave. But, I was frightened, I didn't know Harry at all and here I was swooning over just a look he gave me.

I smile at the memory then replay my other special moments I had with Harry. I gave my first kiss to him, and I will never get over how much I loved the slowness and tenderness he used against my lips. I'll never forget the look on his face when I pulled away, his lips red and puffy hanging open a little, my hand still wrapped in his unruly curls, his pupils slightly blown; I am certain I looked the same. And I remember the feeling I had deep inside, like the one I had when we met but multiplied by a million. This burning throughout my entire body, my heart feeling like it would burst out of my chest at any moment, my mind overloading with so many thoughts about how wonderful he was and what he made me feel like, how just the smallest action from him could send me into a frenzy of heavy breathing. My whole world suddenly revolved around him, his smile was my only light in my life surrounded by darkness. He was my hero who showed up just in time when I was worried I couldn't take anymore from Richard. He was my angel who saved me when the devil was trying kill me. These feelings haunted me until I found out what they really were — love. A love I had never experienced, a love I had never felt for anyone before, a love that had been waiting for so long to be given to someone. That someone was Harry, my angel, my life.

Harry and I laid in bed, warm and snuggled together. Having put Matthew in his crib hours ago, we had the bed to ourselves. He laid facing away from me, his frizzy hair tickling my nose and his hand clutching my hand, that I had draped over him, to his chest. I could feel his stead breathing along with his soft heartbeats. I started litering his back with small, wet kisses, gradually moving up to his neck. I loved feeling his skin beneath my lips, and what I loved even more was that I was the only person who knew how good it felt. He stirred and let out a small groan, "Mmm, don't wanna get up." He mumbled, snuggling back into me.

"We don't have to yet." I whispered, kissing the back of his neck, "Train doesn't stop for a few hours." I smiled. He turned over to face me and opened his eyes.

"How long before Matthew wakes up?" He whispered, leaning forward to brush our lips together.

My eyes shut instinctively, "I fed him about five minutes ago." I breathed, trying to push our lips together, but Harry kept pulling away.

"Perfect." He mumbled then crawled over on top of me. I took hold of his waist and flipped us over so I was on top, causing Harry's eyes to widen in shock, "Wha-"

"I wanna be on top." I said, still being quiet to not wake Matthew, and kissed him fully this time. He moaned when I slipped a leg between his legs, making it so my crotch was on his thigh. I was getting hard pretty quickly just thinking about all the things Harry and I could do right now. I could also feel his arousal hardening on my thigh as I thrust to get a little friction. We both let out soft, broken moans and slipped our tongues together as well. His hands slid down my body and gripped my bum to control my movements, which I didn't mind; I loved his hands. Just when I thought we would have time for this, I heard Matthew start crying.