Behind Closed Doors {Larry Stylinson}
Chapter 36
HARRY'S P.O.V.
When the car pulls up to Louis' flat... our flat, the sun is just coming up. I grab my large bag and run up the steps as if I were late for something. I just can't contain myself. I'm so glad to be home and so happy that I'm about to see Louis again. Nothing in the world matters besides holding him in my arms. I've had my key ready in my hand since I got in the car at the airport and when I reach the door, I slide it in and excitedly push it open. I drop my bag and close the door behind me, locking it without turning around. The floor is covered in small candles and rose pedals. From the door to the kitchen, every last inch is blanketed.
In the very middle of the room, Louis is face-down in the couch, wearing nothing but a tight pair of briefs, clinging onto his perfect bum. I chuckle to think of him trying to stay awake until I get home and fighting sleep for god-knows how long. I walk through the small walkway he's made that leads to the couch and all the way to the bedroom. I bend over his motionless body and place a soft kiss on his spine, right between his bare shoulders. I tuck my arms carefully under his body and he turns to face me, still practically unconscious. I lift him up slowly and he wraps his arms around my neck instinctively, not even realizing he's awake. I smile at the feeling of his warm skin on mine and I feel a wave of relief pass over me. I walk as slow as possible through the hall, where there aren't any candles, except for the ones along the wall, giving me enough room to walk. I turn to the side and push the bedroom door open with my shoulder, shuffling through, careful not to hit Louis' legs on the frame.
I secretly want him to wake up, but I can't possibly do it on purpose. He looks so flawless in his sleep, so content and carefree. I walk over to the bed in the dark, placing one foot in front of the other in the familiar room. I walk to his side, on the right from where I'm facing, and reach down to pull the covers down. I set him on the cold sheets and quickly cover him up so he doesn't begin to shiver. Immediately, he rolls over toward me and his eyes start to flutter open. He squints as his eyesight adjusts to the dark and he reaches his arms up to me.
"Harry!"
I forget that I'm wearing my shoes. I forget about everything else in the world. I lay down on the bed, directly on top of Louis, my arms wrapping around him tightly as I bury my face in the crook of his neck, the one place I belong.
"Louis, god. I missed you."
I sniffle and laugh at the choked sobs trying to escape as he hugs me back, his hands
sliding up and down my back soothingly.
"You have no idea, Harry. Were you going to just let me sleep?"
He raises his voice a bit and I giggle as he flips us both over so that he's laying on top of me, tangled up in the sheets.
"You looked so peaceful-"
"Oh cut the crap, Haz. If I didn't wake up, I would have killed you in the morning."
"It is morning."
I stick my tongue out at him.
Instead of retorting with some clever response, he leans down and catches my tongue
with his teeth, letting go only to press his lips against mine. I moan into the kiss, feeling so content and happy that I just can't help myself. I dig my fingers into his back, wanting to hold him as tight as I possibly can without hurting him. He places each of his legs on either side of my hips, straddling my waist. He pulls away from my mouth and kisses my forehead before sitting up on his knees.
"I want to show you something before we reach the point of no return."
I chuckle and he hops off the bed, hustling over to the door again. I stand up and kick off my shoes, putting them near the closet with the intention of putting them away later. I reach back and pull off my shirt, happy to remove the clothes I wore on the place. Suddenly, dim light floods the room and I turn to face Louis as he leans against the door frame, a smile on his face. I walk over to him and turn to face the wall he's looking at.
"Now, I'm not very creative with this artistic stuff, but I thought you might like this."
The wall is covered in framed pictures, top to bottom, left to right. Each one is from a
specific moment in time, chronologically placed in our falling in love. It starts with some old pictures of us on X-factor and moves along to some old pictures of us with our families and then to secret trips we took together and pictures from parties we used to have at our flat.
"Louis, I- I love it!"
I skim the rest of the pictures and turn hug him, gathering his body in my arms
excitedly. He wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face in my chest. He presses his lips against my skin and looks up at me.
"I love you, Harry. I just wanted you to know that you're the most important thing to me. Nothing can change that."
I feel a wave of guilt wash over me as I look back at the wall of memories. My dad is nowhere. Of course he isn't because I'm too much of a baby to be honest with him about my relationship. I should be where Louis is. I should be completely ready for when we're allowed to come out. I shouldn't be letting my fear of my dad's disappointment hanging over us once everything else falls into place.
"Lou, I think we should go see my dad this weekend."
I place a kiss on his forehead and his jaw falls slack.
"Are you sure, Haz?"
"Yes, Louis. I don't know what's wrong with me. If I don't tell my dad about us, how will I ever tell the world? I couldn't live with myself if I lost you, Louis, and if my dad can't understand that, then it's just something I'm going to have to deal with. I love you so much and you deserve better."
Instead of speaking, Louis drapes his arms over my shoulders, plunging his fingers into the hair on the back of my head as he kisses me intensely. Our lips move fluidly, full of emotion. I feel as though my body can never get enough of his as we stumble toward our bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress and I fall onto my back. Before I can do anything, Louis unfastens my pants and pulls them down with my briefs in one go, letting them fall all the way to the floor. He pulls his boxers down as far as he can and kicks them off the rest of the way as he stands at the foot of the bed, my legs resting on either side of him. I sit up and kiss him, my hands traveling along his sides, goosebumps raising in my wake along his warm skin. He shivers and reaches down to grip my hardened member in his palm, slowly stroking it in the rhythm of our kiss. I stop my lips involuntarily as he quickens the pace of his hand, my lips pressed against his with whimpers and heavy breathing issuing forth.
"Fuck me, Lou. Wreck me."
He moans as I encourage him to continue, thrusting my hips upwards into his hand. He pulls away and holds out his hand, silently telling me to stay where I am. He strolls over to his side of the bed and opens the nightstand, pulling out a tube and closing it back. He rejoins me at the foot of the bed and instructs me to lay back by softly pushing on my chest. I obey and rest the bottom of my feet on the edge of the mattress, legs spread and knees in the air. Louis kneels on the floor and I run my hands through my hair, hating and loving the fact that I can't see what he'll do next.
I feel Louis' warm breath against my exposed hole and I bite my lip as I whimper. He slides his tongue along my entrance, stopping at my balls cruelly.
As I let out a small plea, he chuckles and licks over my hole again, more roughly this time. He pulls back without warning and I hear the popping of a lid and squirting of liquid. A few moments later, I feel his cool slick finger circling at my entrance. Finally, he pushes in and intensifies my moans by licking a strip along the underside of my cock. Then, he sits up higher on his knees and begins to pump his finger in and out as he holds the base of my length in his other hand. He looks up at me and winks as he emits his tongue and swirls it around my leaking tip. I throw my head back and arch my spine at his tantalizing touch. Once I lay back down, he wraps his perfect lips around me and starts to bob his head up and down, adding a second and then a third finger inside me.
"God, Lou. I- ohhh."
I can't form an actual sentence as he starts to scissor me open with his small fingers. He pops his mouth off of my cock and slowly pulls his fingers out, standing in front of me. He takes the lube in his hand again and I watch him pour a generous amount in his hand, slicking up his erection.
"Ready for me, Harry?"
I nod desperately in response and he loops his arms under my legs, slipping his hands between my ass and the bed. I lift up my bum with my legs, arching my back up so that I'm at the perfect height for him to fuck me senseless. He holds me up and I balance on one elbow as I reach down and hold his slippery cock, guiding it toward me as he holds around my hips. Once he's lined up, he slowly sinks into me and I drop my arm back down on the mattress, hardly able to hold myself up with the massive pleasure I'm experiencing.
Louis soon bottoms out, his hips against the back of my thighs. I lift my legs so that
they are resting on his shoulders and he pulls back, thrusting into me again, much quicker and harder this time. I gasp and grip the sheets as he repeats this action over and over.
"Oh, you feel s'fucking good, Harry. So tight around me. My little slut."
I love when he talks dirty to me. It sounds so unnatural when I try, but Louis says he finds it sexy.
"Only yours, Lou. My ass is only yours."
He moves faster and my mouth drops open, small grunts and moans escaping as he drills into me again and again. I open my eyes wide and watch him work, his face moving with each emotion he embraces. He's never good at hiding his facial expression and it's one of my favorite things about when we fuck. I love watching the pleasure cover his face.
"You're so sexy, Lou. So beautiful."
He slows his thrusts and gazes down at me, love filling his eyes and I just can't
imagine letting someone else do this to me. At least, I wouldn't feel the same way. I could never love another person as much as I love Louis.
His jaw drops and he buries into me slowly, but roughly and I can tell he's close. I tighten around him and he reaches down, pumping my cock in his hand as our moans and screams fill the room, and probably the neighbors' rooms. I don't care, though, and I know Louis doesn't. Everything is going black and I shut my eyes tightly as I feel my climax approach. My legs tighten and squirm and before I can verbally warn Louis, I'm spilling over on his hand and my stomach.
"I'm gonna come, Haz!"
He pumps into me twice more before he fills me, holding himself deep inside me for a while and leaning over to press a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on my lips. He slowly pulls out and collapses on my chest. I wrap my arms around him and out chests rise and fall out of synch as we try to catch our breaths.
"Love you so much, Lou. Thank you for everything."
"I love you, Harry."
He pauses and looks up at me.
"And you're welcome."
I grin and kiss his forehead before he rolls off of me.
"I think we should take a nice, hot bath."
I smile and he stands up at the foot of the bed again, holding out a hand for me to take.
I grasp it and he pulls me to my feet, at which point, I tower over him.
"You start the bath and I'll get the champagne."
I smile and feel tears of joy meet my eyes as he bounces off to the kitchen. After all these years, I've finally realized what my happiness in life is.
Simply put, it's Louis.
When the car pulls up to Louis' flat... our flat, the sun is just coming up. I grab my large bag and run up the steps as if I were late for something. I just can't contain myself. I'm so glad to be home and so happy that I'm about to see Louis again. Nothing in the world matters besides holding him in my arms. I've had my key ready in my hand since I got in the car at the airport and when I reach the door, I slide it in and excitedly push it open. I drop my bag and close the door behind me, locking it without turning around. The floor is covered in small candles and rose pedals. From the door to the kitchen, every last inch is blanketed.
In the very middle of the room, Louis is face-down in the couch, wearing nothing but a tight pair of briefs, clinging onto his perfect bum. I chuckle to think of him trying to stay awake until I get home and fighting sleep for god-knows how long. I walk through the small walkway he's made that leads to the couch and all the way to the bedroom. I bend over his motionless body and place a soft kiss on his spine, right between his bare shoulders. I tuck my arms carefully under his body and he turns to face me, still practically unconscious. I lift him up slowly and he wraps his arms around my neck instinctively, not even realizing he's awake. I smile at the feeling of his warm skin on mine and I feel a wave of relief pass over me. I walk as slow as possible through the hall, where there aren't any candles, except for the ones along the wall, giving me enough room to walk. I turn to the side and push the bedroom door open with my shoulder, shuffling through, careful not to hit Louis' legs on the frame.
I secretly want him to wake up, but I can't possibly do it on purpose. He looks so flawless in his sleep, so content and carefree. I walk over to the bed in the dark, placing one foot in front of the other in the familiar room. I walk to his side, on the right from where I'm facing, and reach down to pull the covers down. I set him on the cold sheets and quickly cover him up so he doesn't begin to shiver. Immediately, he rolls over toward me and his eyes start to flutter open. He squints as his eyesight adjusts to the dark and he reaches his arms up to me.
"Harry!"
I forget that I'm wearing my shoes. I forget about everything else in the world. I lay down on the bed, directly on top of Louis, my arms wrapping around him tightly as I bury my face in the crook of his neck, the one place I belong.
"Louis, god. I missed you."
I sniffle and laugh at the choked sobs trying to escape as he hugs me back, his hands
sliding up and down my back soothingly.
"You have no idea, Harry. Were you going to just let me sleep?"
He raises his voice a bit and I giggle as he flips us both over so that he's laying on top of me, tangled up in the sheets.
"You looked so peaceful-"
"Oh cut the crap, Haz. If I didn't wake up, I would have killed you in the morning."
"It is morning."
I stick my tongue out at him.
Instead of retorting with some clever response, he leans down and catches my tongue
with his teeth, letting go only to press his lips against mine. I moan into the kiss, feeling so content and happy that I just can't help myself. I dig my fingers into his back, wanting to hold him as tight as I possibly can without hurting him. He places each of his legs on either side of my hips, straddling my waist. He pulls away from my mouth and kisses my forehead before sitting up on his knees.
"I want to show you something before we reach the point of no return."
I chuckle and he hops off the bed, hustling over to the door again. I stand up and kick off my shoes, putting them near the closet with the intention of putting them away later. I reach back and pull off my shirt, happy to remove the clothes I wore on the place. Suddenly, dim light floods the room and I turn to face Louis as he leans against the door frame, a smile on his face. I walk over to him and turn to face the wall he's looking at.
"Now, I'm not very creative with this artistic stuff, but I thought you might like this."
The wall is covered in framed pictures, top to bottom, left to right. Each one is from a
specific moment in time, chronologically placed in our falling in love. It starts with some old pictures of us on X-factor and moves along to some old pictures of us with our families and then to secret trips we took together and pictures from parties we used to have at our flat.
"Louis, I- I love it!"
I skim the rest of the pictures and turn hug him, gathering his body in my arms
excitedly. He wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face in my chest. He presses his lips against my skin and looks up at me.
"I love you, Harry. I just wanted you to know that you're the most important thing to me. Nothing can change that."
I feel a wave of guilt wash over me as I look back at the wall of memories. My dad is nowhere. Of course he isn't because I'm too much of a baby to be honest with him about my relationship. I should be where Louis is. I should be completely ready for when we're allowed to come out. I shouldn't be letting my fear of my dad's disappointment hanging over us once everything else falls into place.
"Lou, I think we should go see my dad this weekend."
I place a kiss on his forehead and his jaw falls slack.
"Are you sure, Haz?"
"Yes, Louis. I don't know what's wrong with me. If I don't tell my dad about us, how will I ever tell the world? I couldn't live with myself if I lost you, Louis, and if my dad can't understand that, then it's just something I'm going to have to deal with. I love you so much and you deserve better."
Instead of speaking, Louis drapes his arms over my shoulders, plunging his fingers into the hair on the back of my head as he kisses me intensely. Our lips move fluidly, full of emotion. I feel as though my body can never get enough of his as we stumble toward our bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress and I fall onto my back. Before I can do anything, Louis unfastens my pants and pulls them down with my briefs in one go, letting them fall all the way to the floor. He pulls his boxers down as far as he can and kicks them off the rest of the way as he stands at the foot of the bed, my legs resting on either side of him. I sit up and kiss him, my hands traveling along his sides, goosebumps raising in my wake along his warm skin. He shivers and reaches down to grip my hardened member in his palm, slowly stroking it in the rhythm of our kiss. I stop my lips involuntarily as he quickens the pace of his hand, my lips pressed against his with whimpers and heavy breathing issuing forth.
"Fuck me, Lou. Wreck me."
He moans as I encourage him to continue, thrusting my hips upwards into his hand. He pulls away and holds out his hand, silently telling me to stay where I am. He strolls over to his side of the bed and opens the nightstand, pulling out a tube and closing it back. He rejoins me at the foot of the bed and instructs me to lay back by softly pushing on my chest. I obey and rest the bottom of my feet on the edge of the mattress, legs spread and knees in the air. Louis kneels on the floor and I run my hands through my hair, hating and loving the fact that I can't see what he'll do next.
I feel Louis' warm breath against my exposed hole and I bite my lip as I whimper. He slides his tongue along my entrance, stopping at my balls cruelly.
As I let out a small plea, he chuckles and licks over my hole again, more roughly this time. He pulls back without warning and I hear the popping of a lid and squirting of liquid. A few moments later, I feel his cool slick finger circling at my entrance. Finally, he pushes in and intensifies my moans by licking a strip along the underside of my cock. Then, he sits up higher on his knees and begins to pump his finger in and out as he holds the base of my length in his other hand. He looks up at me and winks as he emits his tongue and swirls it around my leaking tip. I throw my head back and arch my spine at his tantalizing touch. Once I lay back down, he wraps his perfect lips around me and starts to bob his head up and down, adding a second and then a third finger inside me.
"God, Lou. I- ohhh."
I can't form an actual sentence as he starts to scissor me open with his small fingers. He pops his mouth off of my cock and slowly pulls his fingers out, standing in front of me. He takes the lube in his hand again and I watch him pour a generous amount in his hand, slicking up his erection.
"Ready for me, Harry?"
I nod desperately in response and he loops his arms under my legs, slipping his hands between my ass and the bed. I lift up my bum with my legs, arching my back up so that I'm at the perfect height for him to fuck me senseless. He holds me up and I balance on one elbow as I reach down and hold his slippery cock, guiding it toward me as he holds around my hips. Once he's lined up, he slowly sinks into me and I drop my arm back down on the mattress, hardly able to hold myself up with the massive pleasure I'm experiencing.
Louis soon bottoms out, his hips against the back of my thighs. I lift my legs so that
they are resting on his shoulders and he pulls back, thrusting into me again, much quicker and harder this time. I gasp and grip the sheets as he repeats this action over and over.
"Oh, you feel s'fucking good, Harry. So tight around me. My little slut."
I love when he talks dirty to me. It sounds so unnatural when I try, but Louis says he finds it sexy.
"Only yours, Lou. My ass is only yours."
He moves faster and my mouth drops open, small grunts and moans escaping as he drills into me again and again. I open my eyes wide and watch him work, his face moving with each emotion he embraces. He's never good at hiding his facial expression and it's one of my favorite things about when we fuck. I love watching the pleasure cover his face.
"You're so sexy, Lou. So beautiful."
He slows his thrusts and gazes down at me, love filling his eyes and I just can't
imagine letting someone else do this to me. At least, I wouldn't feel the same way. I could never love another person as much as I love Louis.
His jaw drops and he buries into me slowly, but roughly and I can tell he's close. I tighten around him and he reaches down, pumping my cock in his hand as our moans and screams fill the room, and probably the neighbors' rooms. I don't care, though, and I know Louis doesn't. Everything is going black and I shut my eyes tightly as I feel my climax approach. My legs tighten and squirm and before I can verbally warn Louis, I'm spilling over on his hand and my stomach.
"I'm gonna come, Haz!"
He pumps into me twice more before he fills me, holding himself deep inside me for a while and leaning over to press a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on my lips. He slowly pulls out and collapses on my chest. I wrap my arms around him and out chests rise and fall out of synch as we try to catch our breaths.
"Love you so much, Lou. Thank you for everything."
"I love you, Harry."
He pauses and looks up at me.
"And you're welcome."
I grin and kiss his forehead before he rolls off of me.
"I think we should take a nice, hot bath."
I smile and he stands up at the foot of the bed again, holding out a hand for me to take.
I grasp it and he pulls me to my feet, at which point, I tower over him.
"You start the bath and I'll get the champagne."
I smile and feel tears of joy meet my eyes as he bounces off to the kitchen. After all these years, I've finally realized what my happiness in life is.
Simply put, it's Louis.
Notes
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meehhhhh they're so cute:
Love this
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