Confessions (Larry Stylinson)*ON HOLD*

Chapter Three.

*Harry's POV*

The last thing I expected walking into Louis' home today was to be sitting on his bed with his lips on mine. I'm not complaining either. 

It took me about .2 seconds to my eyes and respond to him. His lips seem thin to just any ordinary person, but man, they fit in mine perfectly. I raised my hand to caress him cheek, stroking the soft skin beneath my fingers. He pressed himself to me and grabbed my hip with his hand. I hummed in approval. 

Too soon he was pulling away and I was met with ocean blue eyes staring right into mine. I smiled. I continued to stroke his cheek until he pulled away and sighed.

"What is it, Lou?" I questioned.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to jump on you like that, but I've been wanting to do that for a while now." He blushed and turned his head away in embarassment. 

I put two fingers under his chin and turned him to look back at me. When his eyes met mine, I smiled and leaned in for another. 

He groaned at the contact and pushed me back into the mattress. Normally, I prefer to be the dominate but with Louis, this just seemed right. He moved his head slightly to gain better access to my mouth. When he swipped him tongue against my bottom lip, I gratefully gave him access. Moving my hand to the nape of his neck and into his hair, I pulled him closer while I took the oppourtunity to explore his mouthin return. I could feel my jeans getting tigher as he started to pull away. I don't think so, Tomlinson. I took control, pushing him into the mattress and trailing kisses down his neck until he gasped. 

I pulled away to find him biting his swollen bottom lip.

"Everything alright?" I asked, gasping for air.

He nodded his head and smiled.

"Look, Louis, I know you okay?" He looked at me confused, but I continued, " We've gone to the same school sincethe beginning of my nineth year. I know you're older than me. I know that math is your worst subject, but I love to watch you furrow your eyebrows and chew on the end of your pencil trying to figure out whatever you're working on. I know that you didn't go to the park today voluntarily. So, why did you?" I pressed.

"Harry, it's not something I'm proud of. It's not something most people know. I'm not ready to talk about it okay?" He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, " As for you Harry, I'm an outcast, okay? I know everyone at our school. Nobody knows me. So you confessing all of this is very sudden and very confusing. I have had a crush on you since this day I first saw you. I've got a lot of secrets and a past I'm not proud of. If you want to know any of it, you have to be patient and wait for me to tell you. Got it? And whatever this it, " he pointed between the two of us, " Is great and all, but it's a little fast. I could snog you all day however. But I'm not ready to go any further than this before I know you better." He glanced down at my arousal and bit his lip before meeting my gaze.  

"You know this is probably the weed talking, right?" I smiled at him and he laughed.

"Yeah, you're right. It's also what's making me want to strip you out of those tight jeans of yours and help you with that little problem." He winked and smiled mischeviously. I throbbed at the sight.

"Okay, you can't just say 'I don't want to go any further than snogging without knowing you better' and then tell me you want to strip me down. So which is it Lou? Do you want to strip me down, or just talk for now?"

He thought about that for a moment before climbing onto my lap and crashing his lips onto mine again.

"I know we don't know eachother very well, Harry, but I really think this could go somewhere if we both wanted it to." He said when he leaned back. 

"Well, how about we go to sleep, go to the park tomorrow and then we could go for dinner afterwards if you'd like. Consider it a date, if you will. And maybe, if you're confortable with it, I could share a secret of mine, and you can share one of yours. Doesn't have to be your deepest, darkest but I think it could be good for the both of us, yeah?"

"I'll accept dinner, and consider the secret sharing, alright? Do you need pajamas?"

I smiled and nodded. He went into his closet and chucket a pair of flannel bottoms and a tshirt at me. "Bathrooms down the hall on the right." He smiled shyly. 

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When I got back from changing into his very tight bottoms, he had a bed set up on the floor made of bedsheets and pillows. I looked at him confused.

"We aren't sharing you GIANT king sized bed?" I questioned.

"Well, I didn't know if that would be appropriate, so I made myself a bed on the floor and you can take my bed." He blushed. 

I laughed and pulled him up to the bed with me and wrapped my arms around his waist. He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into the embrace. He nuzzled into my neck.

"Night, Hazza."

I chuckled softly and dozed to the sounds of his soft breathing.