LOUIS’ P.O.V.


When I get Harry back to mine, I’m really glad that Emma and I cleaned up. Not only was it messy as hell before, but there were traces of Cece everywhere and I’d hate Harry to feel out of place in my house. That would be a bad start to what I hope will be a good, healthy relationship. We got rid of the toothbrush she had left, as well as some girly body wash and those stupid pink oven mitts that are worn out and too thin to protect your hands from anything.

But, now the place is only full of my stuff and some of Emma’s.

“So,” Harry approaches me and hugs me from behind, burying his face in my neck as I take the teapot off the stove, “how’s about a grand tour?”

I grin as his hair tickles my ear. I pour water into the two mugs sitting side by side on my kitchen counter, trying to not be distracted by how Harry’s lips are moving across my jaw. Once the tea is steeping, I allow myself to be distracted. I turn around in Harry’s arms and smile to myself at how lost he is in the moment. His eyes are half lidded and I can feel his heart beating against my chest.

“A tour would be good. We can leave our tea here because it won’t take more than five minutes; it’s not a big place.”

I chuckle and skim my hands over his sides. I watch as he smiles that smile- the one that reaches his eyes and makes the world seem like such a wonderful place.

“You know,” he leans over, holding himself up against the counter on, his arms on either side of my hips, while he whispers in my ear hotly, “we could just skip to the good part.”

I chuckle and attempt to sound disinterested, but he definitely hears my breath falter when his hand snakes around and dips into my pants. The moment he grabs my bum, all bets are off, and I’m backing him up toward the stairs. He keeps his one hand where it is, as the other brushes my hair back so that he can kiss my face wherever he pleases. I mumble against his lips as we pass the living room, “Here’s the family room.” He smirks and kisses me again, gliding his tongue along my upper lip and humming in desire. He doesn’t turn around to get up the stairs, either. Instead, he stumbles up backwards, nearly tripping over every other step as he tries to kiss my lips the entire time.

Once we’re upstairs, I push him roughly against the nearest wall, holding his arms above his head in order to have some control, because when he’s touching all over me, I can’t think straight.

“This door here,” I suck a small lovebite on his collarbone and kiss it lightly afterward, “this is Emma’s room.”

He nods in faux interest and tries to win control again, but I hold him against the wall, pressing my
hips against his and slamming his arms back.

“I might be smaller than you, but I’m stronger than I look, babe.”

Harry blushes and smirks at me as I grind against him, feeling just how hard he already is. He throws his head back and rests it against the wall as he whimpers.

“Don’t hold back, H. I wanna hear you.”

He bites his bottom lip and groans loudly, causing me to slightly lose track of my train of thought just long enough for him to overpower me and remove his arms from where I was holding them in place. He pushes me back until I feel my back slam against the wall beside my bedroom door. His hands slip under my shirt and he lifts it over my head. His lips only break from mine when the cotton physically breaks us apart.

“Now let me guess,” one of his large hands trails up my bare torso and grips a patch of my hair. He tugs at it and breathes hotly against the exposed skin on my neck, “this is your bedroom?”
I lick my lips and smirk. Instead of properly answering, I reach over and open the door, glancing up at Harry with a much more serious stare than during our previously playful mood. Everything becomes sincere and deliberate as soon as we make our way through the door.

I really meant what I said when I told Harry that I wanted to wait for us to have sex. Neither of us are ready for that yet, but there’s something about our sexual chemistry that just completely blows my mind. I don’t even understand how it’s possible when we hardly know each other. Which reminds me: once we’re done with this encounter, we need to talk for a while. I really do want to get to know Harry on a deeper level than just getting inside his pants.
Harry grunts as I push him back onto the bed, and practically cries out when I topple over and press my body on top of his. Forget about his reaction when I unbutton his jeans and slide them off of his legs ever-so-slowly.

“Lou- I feel like you’re just teasing me.”

I chuckle and swing one leg over his hips and grind down firmly and watch in admiration as his jaw drops and his eyes flutter shut. I lay down, draping my body over his still clothed chest, and nibbling at his earlobe.

“How’s that for teasing, babe?”

I kiss his neck and drag the tip of my tongue along his jawline.

“Yeah, I like that teasing- maybe you could do that again- more of that... would be lovely.”

I grin and kiss his raw, pink lips as I continue to grind against him with vigor and lust. It amazes me how high-pitched his moans are in comparison with his natural speaking voice. He sounds absolutely sinful, and then suddenly, he stops. His body falls pliant under mine and he sighs loudly. I hold myself over him and watch as he blushes and turns his head away from me.

“Did you just-“

“God, I’m so embarrassed, Louis; I-”

I shut him up with a kiss before he starts crying.

“Harry, really- it’s not a big deal. I’ll actually just take it as a compliment.”

Harry scoffs, but still won’t look me in the eyes and it takes a few more minutes of soft kisses and
gentle touches until he does. I brush a few messy curls out of his face with my thumb and kiss his forehead lightly.

“I’m sorry, Lou.”

My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“What on earth are you apologizing for, H?”

“For coming in my pants after like five minutes.”

I choke back a laugh, but I don’t find the situation funny. I just can’t imagine why he’d feel the need
to apologize for something like that. He’s young, though, and I remember when that sort of thing
was the biggest deal in the world.

“Babe, it’s fine. Do you feel good?”

He nods sheepishly, “Yeah, like really good.”

I roll over and lay next to him, sneaking my hand under his shirt.

“Then, you did nothing but make my job easier.”

He smiles that smile again, and before I know it, he’s straddling my lap, his face inches from mine.

“So, it’s your job now to make me feel good?”

I nod proudly and he kisses the tip of my nose.

“That’s funny, because I just got a new job and it just so happens to entail making you happy.”

He winks suggestively, and it’s incredible, really, how sexy he can be even though he’s trying to be goofy.

Just as he starts to remove my pants, though, the doorbell rings, and I swear my heart stops for a moment. Harry’s eyes shoot open and he looks like a frightened puppy.

“Who could that be?”

I lean up and kiss his forehead, trying to calm myself down as much as I am him.

“It’s fine, love. I’ll go see who it is and you can just- take a shower and clean up, yeah?”

He nods frantically and scurries off of the bed and into the bathroom. I chuckle nervously when I hear the shower turn on, but I’m snapped out of my daze immediately by the doorbell ringing again.

“Jesus, I’m coming.”

I snicker to myself at the unintended pun and make my way downstairs, buttoning my pants back, but not worrying about my shirt. When I’m almost to the door, the bell rings again and it actually pisses me off a bit. I fling the door open and I must say, I’m surprised at who’s standing there.

“Cece- uh, what are you doing here?”

She flips her hair over her shoulder and walks right past me while glancing around the place.

“Took you long enough to answer the door, Lou. I thought you were hiding for a second. You don’t think I’m that stupid, right? Your car is parked out front.”

She drops her purse on the couch and turns to walk up the stairs.

“Look, Cece... Can you just tell me why you’re here?”

She turns around mid-way up the stairs with a knowing glare.

“You have someone here, don’t you? Let me guess- she’s taller, hotter, and younger than me,
right?”

Well, she was right about all of those, except for the ‘she’ part.

“Come on, just tell me what you came for so that you can leave. I really don’t want a scene.”

Cece rolls her eyes and continues to waltz up the stairs.

“I’m just getting some things that I left, alright? I’ll be out of here in no time.”

I suddenly realize that she’s walking to the bedroom- the exact room within which Harry is showering, and I chase after her.

“Don’t go in there, Cece-“

But, it’s too late and she’s opening the door.

“Chill out, Louis. I’m looking for a pair of shoes and I must have left them here. Believe it or not, you aren’t the only one moving on... I have a date tonight.”

I shake my head in disinterest and try to stand between her and the bathroom door.

“There’s a box in the closet with the last of your things that Emma and I found when we cleaned
up. Just take it and go... please.”

The please is an afterthought, but I’ll say anything she wants to hear to get her out of the vicinity. She walks into the closet and finds the box easily, since the closet is quite empty since she’s cleared it out. I hear the water turn off through the door and I hope that Harry doesn’t walk out anytime soon.

“Louis, you look really scared. Look, we’re all adults here, and I’m honestly not shocked that you’re already shagging someone. Actually, I really think you were shagging this bitch before you even left me and I think I deserve to come face-to-face with her, don’t you think?”

I shake my head, ‘no’ and hope to god she’ll give it a rest and just leave. She doesn’t, though, and now I find myself hoping to god that Harry locked the door, because she’s storming right past me and reaching for the doorknob. I follow her and bite my lip as the door opens with ease, steam pouring out of the bathroom. Cece stands in the doorway, entirely shocked by what she’s found. Harry is facing the shower and wrapping a towel loosely around his hips. He turns around and nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Uh- Louis?”

He sounds absolutely helpless and really, we both are.

“Yeah, Louis,” my name sounds like a disease on Cece’s tongue, “who’s this and why does he
look like he’s fifteen-fucking-years old?”

I look at the floor, unable to bear either of their faces at the moment.

“Cece, meet Harry. Harry, Cece.”

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