number 12. (l.s.)

Chapter 55.

F I F T Y  F I V E
-A kiss buddy-

Louis' lips kept kissing him along his neck, as Harry's head was just thrown backwards, gasping into the thin air. "Jesus Louis," he moaned, having his lips parted widely into the bedroom air, not even taking any oxygen in as his mouth was just wide open. Louis moaned timidly and small against his neck, as he could just hear his voice all day long. He breathed heavily, as he kept pressing his lips against his soft skin gently. It even came to the moment Louis thought he didn't have any spots in his neck left which weren't kissed.

So he pulled back, at which Harry brought his head back down and gazed at Louis. Both of them just smiled sweetly, and eventually Louis cupped Harry's cheek and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. It was such a pure and beloved kiss, which made Harry's heart just fluther. It made Harry think back to the first time they shared a kiss in the moonlight, on the edge of the cliff.

Harry pulled back for a moment, their foreheads pressed together as their eyes were still closed. "I can't believe we did it."

Louis' lips curved into a smile, having his eyes still shut as well. "I couldn't leave you again, Harry," he whispered back, fluttering his eyes open as he moved his hands through his curls over the back of his head. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Harry gently grazed their noses together, making them both smile. "Remember when you kissed my thumb?" Louis started laughing, giving him a push against his chest, which made him fall backwards to the soft mattress. Harry bit his bottom lip in a smile, looking at Louis through his eyelashes who was hovering above him.

He stopped breathing when their lips touched again in such a gentle touch. His lips moulded with his in unity, as he couldn't help but grin in the kiss. Harry still held his cheeks gently, which felt so soft against Louis' skin. He couldn't even feel a slight stubble. He brought his hands up Harry's sides, just feeling his body warmth through the thin shirt.

"Could I pull it off?" Louis murmured against his lips, at which Harry nodded between the delicate kisses. So Louis grabbed hold of the shirt and pulled it over his head, and Louis couldn't help but to just touch his skin immediately. It always was so incredibly warm under his touch, he was absolutely crazy about it. So Louis separated their lips, and slowly moved down to breathe in the warmth of his body and kissed him right above his belly button. Harry's cheeks burned from the contact because of the way Louis always made him feel all those things he could only see in movies.

He breathed in sharply, arching his back by the contact as his muscles flexed. Louis kissed traces up his body, eventually heading out to his chest. He eventually was straddling his hips, sitting up straight as Harry laid beneath him, who was just breathing in the air, his chest rising up and down. His upper body was naked, and his curls hung loose above his shoulders. His lips were swollen up by the making out session, but when his eyes tiredly flicked open to look at Louis straddling his hips, he wanted to sit up as well. Only, Louis didn't let him as he pushed him gently back down.

"May I look at you for some time?"

Harry wasn't the person to be extremely confident about any part of his body, but somehow Louis made him feel comfortable with anything he feared or felt insecure about. He also knew that Louis never judged anyone and especially not him. So he nodded with a hesitant smile, his heart pounding to his chest.

Louis' pupils left his pair of eyes, instead gazing down his body. Louis' lips were parted in admiration as his eyes were just open fully, trying to take in every little detail. His skin was so flawless, without any imperfection. Louis was just gazing in admiration, as he had forgotten how a body could also look like. He couldn't even look at his own, having to many imperfections and memories on them, but when he looked at Harry's, all he could see was such sweet skin and his birthmarks. He even started counting them, but he lost count at 8. His eyes eventually flicked back to Harry's.