Harry steps up to the door of his and Louis' London home, three suitcases in tow, and clumsily unlocks the door, clamoring inside with a huff.
"Hey, Hazza," Harry feels calm wash over him when he hears Louis' warm voice, "how was the flight?" he takes a suitcase, his other hand resting on Harry's forearm gently.
"Thanks," Harry beams as he and Louis walk to the stairs and begin to make their way up. Louis insisted on carrying two suitcases, leaving Harry with the smallest and lightest bag, Harry chuckles, "It was long. I'm probably going to take a nap, I didn't get a minute of sleep." Louis pauses when they reach the top of the stairs, "You alright? You always sleep on flights," he subtly tries to catch his breath.
"There aren't always grumpy twin babies on my flights," Harry jokes dryly, and Louis laughs through a wince, "Been there, done that," he scoffs, Harry smiles warmly at the reference to Louis' siblings. "Right, so let's get you situated," Louis chuckles, picking up the suitcases handles and continuing down the hallway, Harry following.
Harry opens the door to the guest room. "Why're you going in there?" Louis asks from behind, stepping closer. Harry turns to Louis and sheepishly shrugs, "I thought it would be best since..." pHe gestures towards Louis, looking down.
Louis shakes his head, "What do you mean?"
"Your boyfriend..?" Harry rolls his eyes, still looking down.
"Boyfriend?" Louis guffaws, " You're my boyfriend, Harry," he holds Harry's forearm, his other hand gently lifting the taller one's chin to meet his gaze, "You think I found someone else?"
"Uhh, no. I just..." Harry mumbles, staring into Louis' eyes.
Louis drops his hand to "Harry, I love you . You're the only person I want," Harry smiles softly, still not meeting Louis' eyes, "It was always you, I'm so sorry I hurt you," Louis whispers, stepping closer, Harry opening his arms and embracing his boyfriends smaller frame.
Harry lifts his face from Louis' shoulder, moving his mouth to his ear and whispers back. "I love you, Boo."
Louis leans back to rest his forehead against Harry's. "I'm so sorry," he repeats, Harry shushes him and meets him halfway in a desperate kiss, both of them sighing after being apart for so long. Louis' hands immediately grip Harry's waist and he spins them, pressing Harry back into the guest rooms now open door, the taller one's hands on his shoulders with his arms tucked between them.
Harry pulls back slightly, "Please," is all he says, his breath fanning over Louis' lips, and then he's being pushed backward and onto the bed. Harry scooches back when Louis starts to kneel on the mattress, leaning over Harry, and he climbs up to straddling Harry's thighs, never breaking their heated kiss. Pressing his hand against Harry's chest, Louis pushes him flat against the mattress, Harry starts whining and fidgeting the second their mouths separate, "Please Lou, I need- It's been so long," he's practically in tears, Louis curses and sits up, yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side and moving to do the same for Harry, pausing when he grips the ends of the shirt. He releases the shirt, instead, moving his fingertips under Harry's shirt and slowly smoothing his hands up Harry's stomach, pulling it over his head when he starts to whine again.
Louis smirks down at Harry, who is already a desperate mess and they've barely done anything yet, "Needy," he teases, Harry's pout in response only proving his point. "Of course I am, it's been so long." Louis smiles sadly at that, leaning down to kiss Harry's cheek, "I'm sorry."
Harry shakes his head, "You're forgiven," "I shouldn't be," Louis frowns, Harry leans up to peck his lips, "Talk later, I missed you," Louis follows his lips as Harry lays back down, continuing where they left off. Harry bucks his hips up, effectively grinding their clothed erections together and gasping along with Louis' loud groan.
