Two Months Later

It had been two months and still Louis and Harry hadn't told anyone else about their relationship. Louis had his doubts of whether Harry was even wanting to let other people know, and if he was ready for a long term relationship.
Their lives had changed drastically in only a couple of months and now no had an idea as to what was going to happen.
Louis noticed Harry becoming more distant when he began sleeping in his room alone, or slept with Louis in his bed and half way through the night he'd go down to the couch or find his own room and lie there until morning.
Harry had become distant with everyone, it wasn't incredibly drastic, just small things, slowly leading to larger more permanent ones.
Permanent meaning, he was literally changing the way people saw him, almost everyday. He had started getting tattooed, and quite often. He had had his star tattoo and the sweet disposition tattoo for awhile, but within a short period of time he'd gotten several more, an iced gem and a hanger on the same arm as his star, 'I can't change…' on his wrist, one on the back of his neck, ankle and collarbone, and talks of a half sleeve were in motion.
Louis didn't understand his sudden interest in ink because he'd never talked about it much, maybe mentioned it before, but never seriously enough for him to actually see Harry with a sleeve of tattoos.
Along with Zayn who had had quite a number of tattoos for a long period of time, he began getting more, larger tattoos, and often brought Harry along when he was getting any more pieces done. It was like a weird bonding thing, Liam and Niall agreed that it was strange, not really massive tattoo fans, however Liam had just gotten a 'D' tattooed on his hand, namely for Danielle, the two were doing amazing and were so happy together.
Things were changing and everyone was questioning their fate.
Along with Zayn and Harry's tattoos came rumors, making things in the band even more stressed. Zayn was being called horrific names and people were making up names for different sides of him, calling him Jaweed and Wayne depending on what he wore or looked like that day, spreading rumors about him and saying he smoked weed and was having sex with countless fans after concerts. He was more withdrawn after being swarmed with those things, he got overwhelmed with the negativity and ended up deleting his twitter, if only for a day, people got the message, he didn't have to be polite to fans, he didn't have to tweet back for follow people, he didn't have to be nice. He got twitter back in time and true fans were ecstatic, messaging him like crazy, happy he was back.

Harry however had been consumed with different rumors, once again his sexuality was in question. His hanger tattoo and the 'I can't change…' on his wrist were the center of attention, fans saying the hanger meant he was in the closet, and the one on his wrist meaning literally what it says, he can't change. But there was a deeper meaning behind them, he just wasn't inclined to tell anyone what they were. Harry isn't stupid, he actually very smart and every marking on his body has a reason for being there, and they all mean something to him, whether he'll tell you that himself or not. He got them for a reason.

Liam and Niall were doing a good job of avoiding the drama, Niall was content in being who he was, and took time to see his old friends in Ireland, spending quality time with his parents.
He was clubbing a bit more, but he wasn't being reckless, he liked to bring his friends to fun clubs along with his guitar and have a laugh with everyone there.
Liam often went along with Niall to the fun clubs, brining his friend along as well, making for a nice sized group of people, he loved to see everyone having so much fun. And even though he'd found out that his bad kidney was now just fine, he still wasn't much for drinking, still holding onto the fear of what could happen if he did get out of control. So he paced himself and never had more than 2 beers.

Louis however was struggling more and more, and the rest of the boys didn't seem to notice much. Liam and Niall were busy with their lives and he didn't seem them everyday since they didn't all live in the same complex anymore. And Zayn was occupied sorting out his life with the rumors and negativity.
As for Harry, he was making such a change that it was hard for Louis to grasp. They would have their moments where Harry would come to Louis and cuddle next to him on the couch, and kiss him lovingly, but in those moments Louis was afraid. He knew that version of Harry wouldn't stay with him for long and tended to grab onto his shirt and cling to him, as if he'd disappear in an instant. It was almost like Harry was teasing Louis, keeping him at an arms length, making all of the decisions in their relationship.
The constant mystery of what Harry would do next left Louis with a constant feeling of dysphoria.
He knew he needed to pull Harry aside and shove some sense into his brain, let him see what he was doing, that he was hurting him. He had to, or their relationship wouldn't work.

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Louis was in the kitchen, making tea for himself, thinking of ways to resolve the mystery that was Harry Styles, when he heard footsteps behind him.
He'd made the conscious decision not to turn around, he was mad at him. He'd been secretive and distant for a long time and he just wanted to be normal with him again.

Suddenly arms wrapped around Louis' waist, warmth pressed against his back and hot breath on his neck, making his shiver slightly.
He heard Harry chuckle and press a light kiss to his neck, making his involuntarily lean his head the opposite way, wanting more, even if he was mad at the boy behind him.
"I still make you nervous." Harry's voice was husky and deep, his gravelly tone filling Louis' ears.
"N-no you don't." Louis cursed himself for the stutter.
Harry spun Louis around to face him, making Louis' heart beat out of his chest. He hated that Harry did this to him, had this effect on him. Made his heart go wild in his chest, and butterflies dance in his stomach. That his body had reactions to his touch that he had no control over.
Harry dipped his head down, looking at Louis intently, "really?" he asked with a smirk, noticing the red on the older boys cheeks.
"Really." Louis did his best to sound strong, like he wasn't dying for Harry to kiss him and be himself again.
Harry pressed himself again Louis' body, his hips digging into Louis', making him flush with want, he hadn't had contact like this with Harry in what seemed like forever.
"Harry please, stop." He hated that he had to do this, he wanted it, but not like this. He needed to get answers from him first, know that Harry wasn't going to vanish right after.
Harry pulled away quickly, his eyes sad and a frown on his face, eyebrows pressed together, crinkling his forehead.
"I'm sorry, it's just every time you get close to me lately, you disappear after. It's like you're living two lives. One with me and one with everyone else. But everyone else seems to be more important. You've been off with Zayn marking your body with tattoos and clubbing with Nick Grimshaw and i'm left at home. And I understand you may want alone time, time to be you and think and things like that, but… I'm here too. I have feelings too. You're leaving me behind, for everyone else, and if that's what you want then tell me, tell me you don't want me anymore because I can't keep waiting. It hurts Harry, every time you leave I stay here, waiting for you to come back, and even when you do it's like you don't see me, you walk past me and go to sleep or to the kitchen or bathroom and you don't look at me like you used to. And every once in awhile we get those moments together, where for whatever reason you decide to get close to me again and cuddle on the couch or stay the entire night in the same bed as me, or like now, where you want to kiss me and i want to be kissed by you Harry, I really do. But if you disappear after it's not really worth it, maybe for a second, but once you're gone it's the worst feeling in the word. Like i'm being teased, kept at an arms length and I have no power in the situation. I don't even know if you want me anymore… or if you… if you even love me." Louis felt himself take a massive breath, realizing he'd just let out all of his insecurities.
Harry just stared at him, his eyes softened and looked miserable. He looked pained.
"You… you think I don't love you?" Harry stepped closer to Louis, who couldn't bare to look him in the eyes, he didn't want to see the sadness he'd inflicted on someone he loved so much.
"I- I don't know." Louis shook his head, like it would help rid the bad things in his mind.
Harry stepped closer again and pulled Louis to him, hands on his hips.
"Look at me," Harry ran his hand across Louis cheek, Louis pressed his face into it, keeping his eyes closed.
"Boo, open your eyes." Louis listened and looked up at Harry, his green eyes were soft and light and made his heart beat wildly against his sternum.
"Boo, I love you. Don't you ever think that I don't, not even for a second. I'm so sorry that you ever thought I didn't care or want you. I do. I promise you. I also promise you that I'll change, I'll be better. I'll stop leaving you behind and I'll stay with you at night and kiss you a million times everyday just to let you know that that's where my lips belong. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy again, I'll show you that I love you, every day okay? And if you ever feel like I didn't succeed one day, tell me and prove to you that I do. No matter what it takes, I'll do it for you." Harry's fingers still found peace on Louis' face, tracing his features and brushing his fringe from his eyes.
"Thank you." Was all Louis could manage before pressing his face into Harry's chest and holding his long frame tight against him.
He'd missed Harry so much, he missed his voice, his eyes, his smile, his laugh, the way he stuck his tongue out when he ate, his weird music, the way his voice sounded in the morning, how when they slept together Harry tucked him under his arm and rested his chin on his head, they way he would laugh at the wrong moment and slap a hand over his mouth because he was embarrassed. He missed everything about Harry.

"I love you Boo." Harry kissed Louis hair and pulled back a little.
"I love you to Haz." Louis looked right up at Harry, he was so perfect, he was gorgeous.
Harry leaned down and pressed his lips to Louis' lightly. Louis reveled in the euphoria it gave him. He pressed against Harry harder, deepening the kiss, acknowledging the smirk that Harry had before he ran his tongue across his bottom lip, which Louis fully allowed and opened his mouth, inviting Harry's tongue in great fully.
For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Louis let himself melt into Harry. Their tongues dancing and lips moving in sync.
Harry moved forward, making Louis back into the kitchen counter as Harry pressed his body against him, rolling his hips forward into Louis'. Louis wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, pulling him even closer, if that was even possible.
Harry rolled his hips against Louis again, this time getting a moan from him and proceeded to press himself against the older boy.
Louis' heart felt like it was going to bust through his chest, he could hear the pounding in his ears and felt hot all over.
He tugged at Harry's shirt, pulling it over his head and running his hands along the newly exposed skin. Harry's muscles were larger now, his arms were stronger and his abs were in peak condition, Louis couldn't help but gawk a little at the boy. He was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen and he got to kiss him and touch him.
Harry smirked as he noticed Louis' stare on his body, he lifted Louis' shirt over his head and went forward to kiss his neck, letting his hands explore the older boys tanned skin.
Louis moaned at Harry hit a sensitive spot on his neck, leaning his neck the opposite way, giving Harry better access as he sucked the skin and nipped at it, creating a tell tale mark that Louis belonged to him.
Louis threaded his fingers into Harry's dark curls, tugging every time Harry made him moan.

Louis was just about to take Harry to the couch or nearest bedroom when he heard a knock at the door. Harry didn't stop though, which made Louis even more turned on, a string of moans escaping his throat as Harry went back to his love bite, sucking the already bruised skin.
"Har- Harry, the door." Harry groaned, annoyed, but stopped and went to the door, throwing it open to reveal Liam, Niall and Zayn smiling happily.
"What?" Harry growled at them.
"Woah there buddy, we just came to see if you wanted to come to Nandos for lunch." Liam put his hands up in defense but used a calm voice.
"We were in the midd-" Louis walked up and pushed Harry aside, his shirt still off and the bruise showing clearly to anyone with eyes. "We'd love to go. Just give us a minute." Louis let them in and took Harry by the hand and led him to his bedroom.
"Hey, we'll come back okay? Let's go eat and have a nice time with the boys and then we can do whatever we want." Louis stood on his tippy toes and straightened Harry's hair out, making him crinkle his nose funnily.
He slipped on a shirt and thew one to Harry as well, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before they exited.