Harry always believed that their relationship was written in the stars, the same ones he and Louis had spent hours at a time gazing at together.
Louis once told him that he believed he and Harry were soulmates. That they fit flawlessly together like...
[smut warning!] ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── February — two years ago
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"Are you okay?" Louis' voice questioned quietly from up above Harry whose eyes were currently shut. He was betting that if he opened them, Louis' face would be twisted in a look of concern. Harry couldn't exactly find it in himself to focus on that idea of Louis' worry right now, so he kept them closed as he sucked in a sharp breath. "Haz," Louis spoke quietly again considering that Harry hadn't answered him right away like he'd expected him to. Harry found it sweet, Louis' concern for his overall wellbeing. "Hey," Louis spoke in a soft manner, his movements taking an abrupt stop altogether, forcing Harry to open his eyes to be met with the concerned look on Louis' pretty face. Harry wrapped his legs tightly around Louis' when he started carefully pulling out, Louis' eyes flickering back up to Harry's with a questioning glance dancing across his features. Harry didn't want to stop, but he didn't know how to answer his question as of now either. His mind was racing and all of this felt a bit foreign to him. He wasn't entirely okay, but he wasn't sure how to express that without Louis stopping altogether.
"Lou, why'd you stop?" Harry asked quietly as his eyes scanned over Louis' face, looking at with the same concern Louis was wielding for him. He kept his eyes on Louis' as he took in the belated concern in them, almost like he'd finally come to realize the severity of the situation at that moment. Harry was far too focused on so many things at once. It was his overthinking brain at work again, he knew it was. But this was all so new to him in the same way that it was new for Louis. Except Harry seemed to be the only one experiencing a bit of discomfort physically. It was hurting, just a bit. Nothing Harry couldn't handle, but it did hurt. If he explained that to Louis, it was possible that Louis wouldn't continue and that was the last thing Harry wanted to happen right now.
Neither of them really knew exactly what they were doing. Neither of them knew how to make the other feel good in this position just yet. It was a learning experience. Harry didn't want to stop unless Louis genuinely felt too uncomfortable to continue. He wasn't on board with the fact that Louis couldn't enjoy this because Harry was too nervous to relax his mind or body properly. However, he knew that he could work through this new emotional and physical experience as long as Louis wasn't so hyperfocused on being so gentle with him. Harry appreciated that, he needed it, but right now Louis was acting as if Harry was completely fragile. Like he might break apart completely if Louis so much as touched him. That being said, now that Louis had paused his movements, Harry was better able to try and relax his body, but his mind was still running endlessly. Harry was practically filled to the brim with nervous energy right now and he could tell that Louis could sense that. Mainly due to the fact that he was filled with Louis at the given moment. He wasn't how to get rid of his nervous energy long enough to focus on the latter. This was a huge milestone for both of them. For their relationship. Harry wanted to be present for it instead of lost in his own worries and discomfort.
