LOUIS’ P.O.V.


I wake up to an empty bed and know that this is the moment that I’m supposed to feel regret and tell myself I need to leave this boy’s house and never come back. But, I can’t. I think it’s safe to say that last night was the first time I’ve ever genuinely enjoyed being intimate with another person. It’s always felt like a chore, but last night, there was no stopping me. Just a simple touch from him was electrifying and watching him come undone in my mouth was easily the greatest moment I’ve ever witnessed.

I rub my eyes sleepily and glance over at the small alarm clock next to Harry’s bed. It’s ten o’clock and I’m nearly positive that this is the longest I’ve slept in years. I sit up in bed and find my clothes folded neatly on the chair in the corner of his room. I laugh to myself as I remember trying to keep myself sitting there to prevent physical contact. That didn’t work.

I toss the sheets aside and take my boxers from the top of the pile and pull them on, followed by my jeans and shirt. I don’t bother buttoning the shirt, though, and I doubt Harry will complain. He told me I was beautiful. No one’s said that to me before and I could tell that he meant it. Right now, I just feel dirty: in my clothes from the day before and terrible morning breath.

I leave his bedroom and walk toward the stairs in the unfamiliar hallway. I nearly pass by what seems to be a bathroom and reach around the wall to feel for a light to find that I’m right. I close the door and unbutton my pants to take a piss before washing my hands and splashing water on my face. I run my fingers through my hair and open the cupboard to find something to freshen my breath. I spot some mouthwash and take a gulp of it before swishing it in my mouth and returning the bottle. I spit out the burning green liquid and feel a bit better. I do need a shower after I find Harry and eat something. Maybe he’ll even shower with me.

I continue down the long hallway and come to some creaky carpeted stairs that look familiar, so I descend and find Harry standing at the stove, humming along to an unfamiliar song playing in his earbuds. He’s wearing noting but some loose joggers and his hair’s a wreck. I know he can’t hear me so I grin and approach him slowly, only revealing my presence when I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my chin on his shoulder, my chest pressed against his back.
He tenses immediately, but relaxes when he realizes it can only be me. I kiss his shoulder blade and he pulls the earbuds out of his ears, letting them dangle from his pocket where I assume his phone is.

“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed...”

I grin against his skin and he chuckles lightly under his breath.

“Morning.”

I hardly trust my voice and it’s still quite raspy after having his cock down my throat last night.

“Good morning, Lou. How do you feel?”

“Great. Better than ever, actually. You?”

He pushes around some toast in the pan he holds over the stove and I hold onto him tightly.

“Last night was the best night of my life.”

I can’t help my smile from forming and I really don’t know whether to laugh at him or cuddle him harder.

“Well, you’re young. You’ve got many many nights to replace that.”

He frowns and his eyebrows scrunch together.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that... I don’t think you’re immature or anything... I-“

“It’s fine, Lou. It just makes me feel dumb when people say that.”

I rest my forehead against the middle of his back and kiss his skin lightly.

“You’re not dumb, love.”

He simply hums, but I can tell he doesn’t believe me.

“You aren’t.”

“Uh huh. Breakfast is ready.”

He wiggles out of my grasp and retrieves two plates and two mugs. He pours coffee and starts to walk over to the refrigerator, but I stand in his way, placing my palm on his bare chest.

“I’m sorry.”

He sighs and his lips finally break into a smile.

“It’s alright, Louis.”

Harry’s hands reach under the material of my unbuttoned shirt and his large hands practically wrap entirely around my waist. Then, he pulls my hips toward his and trails his hands back up my chest so that he can push my shirt off of my shoulders. He leans down and traps my lips with his, moving them slowly.

When he pulls away, he traces over the words inked on my chest.

“It is what it is. Why’d you get this one?”

I chuckle and peck his lips once more before beginning to explain.

“Well, this was my first one. I got it when-“

Then, Harry’s phone starts to ring in his pocket.

“Sorry-“ he pulls it out and I watch his expression turn to confusion, “Uh, I should take this.”

I nod and he steps back a few feet, leaning against the counter.

“Ashton?”

I watch his face turn from confusion to worry in less than ten seconds.

“Wait- what the fuck are you talking about? Where were you?”

He nods frantically and starts to gesture, even though the person on the other line can’t see him.

“And she just left? You didn’t follow her?” He sighs and runs a hand through his messy hair,

“Okay, yeah. I-I’ll leave as soon as I can... Yeah, bye.”

He hangs up his phone and places it on the counter before leaning over and burying his face in his hands. I walk over and rest a comforting hand on his back.

“Harry- What’s wrong?”

He pulls his hands away in an outburst, almost making me jump in surprise.

“My sister. She- She’s in London visiting her boyfriend and I guess he told her some bad news
and she just ran off. She isn’t answering and she’s been gone for hours... Fuck- I have to go.”

He tries to walk past me and his hands are literally shaking.

“Harry, wait.”

He doesn’t stop, so I chase after him and wrap my hand around his arm, physically pulling him back to me before he reaches the stairs.

“Let me drive you. You’re too anxious to drive that far. It’s like four hours.”

He shakes his head in protest, pulling out of my embrace.

“No, Lou. That’s really nice of you, but I can’t let you do something like that for me. Emma will wonder where you are and-“

“Don’t worry about that. Emma will be fine on her own. I’ll say I have something for work, just please...”

He stops trying to walk away and faces me, finally looking into my eyes. His are glassed over and it hurts my heart to think of how worried he is.

“Alright, are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Come on, let’s get dressed and go right away.”

He nods and slides his fingers through his hair again, tugging on the strands nervously.

“Yeah, yeah.”

He’s absolutely distraught and I assume I’ll hear more about his older sister in the car.


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EMMA’S P.O.V.


When I open my eyes, I’m momentarily confused as to where I am until I turn to my side in the dark room. My eyes adjust quickly and I see the dark wood of Zayn’s furniture. His bed is exceedingly comfortable and warm. I toss and turn until I’m facing the empty side of the bed. I smile to myself as I remember him insisting last night that I take the bed as he handed me a pair of sweats and one of his t-shirts. I yawn and think that it must be six in the morning since there isn’t any light shining through the window, but then I notice that the curtains cover every inch of the large window to my right. I check my phone and it’s nearly eleven. I can’t believe I slept so long. Well, not that long, I suppose. I stayed up until three just chatting with Zayn. We never even un-paused the movie. I also have a missed call from mum and a text from dad. Mum is probably just calling to chat, as she does way too often.


*FROM: Dad
I’ll be gone for work until Monday. I trust you love bug, but please don’t tell your mum I’m leaving you alone all weekend. She’ll kill me. I’m begging x*


I giggle because this is just perfect. Of course I won’t tell mum. Besides, hopefully I won’t be home alone. Perhaps I’ll be at Zayn’s still.


*TO: Dad
Of course daddy. Have fun. For the record, I know you aren’t working. Hope this one’s better than Cece.*


Seriously, who does he think he’s fooling? I know he doesn’t have anything important going on at work since Uncle Henri is in Bath and Grandpa is in The States. Plus, he wouldn’t keep it from mum if it were just work. He’d just force me to stay with her while he’s gone. No, he’s definitely seeing a new girl.

I throw his covers aside and try to lay my hair down, knowing that it’s probably wild just like every morning. I open Zayn’s bedroom door and follow the hallway leading back to the living room to find him sprawled out, face down on the couch, a pillow over his head. He looks positively uncomfortable and I feel slight guilt at taking his offer of sleeping in his bed.

His hips are covered by a thin blanket, but his back is fully exposed, along with his legs. He could be wearing nothing underneath that blanket for all I know. Except that he would never do that after insisting that we sleep in separate rooms. Well, he didn’t insist that specifically, but he was adamant about me having his bed while he slept on the couch. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to be polite, or societally proper. Either way it was endearing and odd to be around a man, besides my dad, who respects me enough.

I stand next to the couch and place my palm flat on his back, my fingertips barely touching the tattoo in between his shoulder blades.

“Zayn.”

I don’t speak above a whisper because I don’t want to be rude, but he doesn’t budge, despite my
persistent light shoving.

“Zayn, wake up.”

This time I use my voice, but he only turns his head to the other side and clutches the pillow closer to his head.

How the hell does he wake up for work on his own?

“Zayn!”

“Five more minutes, mum.”

Then, he grumbles something unintelligible and I can’t help but to laugh because he still doesn’t move. I lean forward to jab at his side and the moment my fingers meet with his skin, he flips his body around and I nearly fall backwards from the shock, and the fact that I’m still disoriented from waking up. He steadies me, though, with unsure hands placed around my waist and he pulls me on top of him. My legs automatically rest on either side of his waist and even through the blanket and his briefs, I can feel his stiff package against my bum. For a moment, time seems to stop as we stare into each other’s eyes and I can tell that he’s questioning whether this is okay or not. His lips are parted in desire, but I can see in his eyes that he’s coming to another conclusion.

“So, um-“ he gently pushes me onto the cushion by his feet and sits up, leaving the blanket draped over his lap, “what are we doing today?”

I feel relief rush over me, because for a second I thought he was going to come up with a reason for me to leave and I don’t want that.

“Well, my dad texted me that he’s leaving town until Monday. We could go to Warrington! If you don’t mind driving, that is. I really want Starbucks.”

He chuckles and rubs his eyes.

“Yeah, that’d be cool. Do you need to go by your house for anything?”

I look down at the sloppy outfit of Zayn’s I have on. I should go home and change.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind, I could use some fresh clothes.”

Zayn stands up and wraps the blanket around his hips, putting his toned chest on display, and walks toward his bedroom.

“What? I’m offended that you don’t want to wear my baggy clothes all weekend.”

He scoffs and I stay in the living room while he changes.

All weekend. He said all weekend.


HARRY’S P.O.V.


I’m sitting in the passenger’s seat of Louis’ Mercedes and if I weren’t completely stressed about Gemma disappearing, then I would be absolutely giddy. It smells like a mixture of new leather and Louis. Louis smells like... well, I haven’t quite placed it yet, but it’s good. Musky and sweet at the same time.

I bite at my nails and stare out the window, wondering where the hell my sister could be. I’ve called her phone twelve times, but it goes straight to voicemail. I sincerely hope that she’s turned it off intentionally and that it didn’t die.

“You know, worrying the whole way isn’t going to help anything.”

Louis reaches over and places his palm on my knee comfortingly.

“Yeah, I know. I just can’t think about anything else.”

He nods and strokes his thumb softly against my fresh black jeans.

“Talk to me. About something else. Ask me anything.”

I turn to him and smirk, knowing there are a billion things I want to know about him. He’s still
practically a stranger, even though I’d rather be with him right now in this car than anyone else.

Except maybe Gemma, because I’d know she’s safe.

“I can’t think of anything now. You put me on the spot.”

Louis chuckles and I try to push my worries aside by thinking of questions to ask him.

“Okay, what about Emma’s mum? Do I need to be jealous of her?”

Louis starts to laugh. Not a quiet, subtle laugh, but a hearty, genuine laugh.

“No, not at all. We-uh, we’re just friends. Always have been. We were stupid teenagers wanting to lose our virginity, so we did. Of course, she got pregnant.”

I laugh in disbelief.

“Some luck, eh?”

“Well, I don’t mean to sound like the sappy dad, but we did get Em out of it. I wouldn’t change that
for the world.”

I nod and feel a tinge of guilt thinking about his daughter who is much more age appropriate for me.

“Okay, I told you how I realized I was gay. What about you? Have you always known?”

He squeezes my knee gently and shakes his head.

“No, I guess I never let myself think about it. After Marcy got pregnant, I didn’t really let myself focus on other girls until I was in Uni. I dated this one girl in Law School and she was alright, but I just didn’t want to be with someone I didn’t love, especially since I had a little girl at home. Most girls were out the moment I mentioned Emma. Then, there was Cece. We had been together for, well, a long time. Too fucking long. It was fun at first. She’s beautiful,” I cringe in jealousy, but realize that I’m the one in his car and it’s my knee that he’s holding, “But it literally got to the point where I stayed at work until late at night to avoid fucking her. I finally sat down and though, ‘Jesus, it isn’t supposed to be like this. I’m supposed to enjoy having sex with the woman who sleeps in my bed every night’.” Once again, I’m jealous. Still, he’s talking about this girl in past tense. She’s only someone from is past. “It wasn’t until I saw you, though, that I was completely honest with myself, and then her.”

He trails his hand up and pulls my fingers away from my face.

“I told you to stop worrying. Don’t bite your nails.”

Even if I wanted to protest, he intertwines his fingers in mine and rests them both on my thigh.

“So, you just broke up with her? What, last week?”

He shrugs and focuses his eyes on the vacant country road ahead.

“Well, yeah? If I could take one look at you and want you a million times more than the woman who lives with me, why the fuck should I be with her? Especially with the prospect of being with you.”

I turn to look out the window so he can’t see my face as I grim excitedly. He practically broke up with his long-time girlfriend for me before we even spoke. There’s one thing I need to know, though. I don’t want to take things too seriously, too soon, but I also want to be up front from the beginning.

“So, if we’re ‘together’, what exactly are we, Louis?”

I hold my breath, terrified of what he might say.

Notes

So, I'm noticing that this story doesn't get as good of ratings as my other stories :(
Oh well, because I love writing it and I'm not gonna stop.
If any of you don't like something, though, please let me know!
I'm wondering if it has anything to do with how much most of you dislike Emma :P haha

Anyway, where do you think Gemma is? What will Louis say? And how will Zayn and Emma's day go after their semi-awkward morning?