Eleanor, my girlfriend [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 29

He made the people of the hotel put fairy lights in the room and decorate it with rose petals. It looks like a Tumblr romantic date, sure that Harry absolutely loves this kind of stuff. He can see how his boyfriend's green eyes are shining when he takes in how the room looks.

"This is so perfect." Harry whispers, his head leaning on Louis' shoulder. "Nobody ever did something like this for me. This is just... The best thing ever."

"Wait until you have eaten the food that I made, Haz." Louis jokes.

"It smells delicious, Lou. What is it ?" Harry asks after Louis pulled the chair a bit to the back so Harry can sit down and pushes it back.

"Chicken, stuffed with mozzarella, wrapped in Parma ham with a side of homemade mashed potatoes." He smiles brightly. "I hope it's alright because I'm a horrible cook. I can't even properly cut tomatoes." He laughs.

"I'm sure you can, baby. It smells amazing, looks amazing and anything that comes from you must be perfect." Harry takes a bite of the dish and he gives Louis a reassuring smile, seeing that the boy is dying to know his boyfriend's reaction on the food that he cooked. Louis never cooks. He only pours water on his noodles, that's about it.

"Don't give me that shit that you can't cook, Louis. I bet it' just an excuse so you don't have to do it, right?" Harry teases and compliments his boyfriend at the same time.

"Now you're just being polite. Do you really like it?" Louis plays with the mash on his plate.

"I do, really Lou. It's perfect, everything is perfect. You are perfect. Thank you, you didn't have to do this for me. For sure not after the way I have been treating you. You are too good for me." Harry's hand is resting on Louis' after he kissed his knuckles, staring into Louis' eyes.

"Didn't make me love you less, Haz. I'm head over heels for you. Okay, we started this relation in the wrong order. Normally it's first date- boyfriends- getting off, but we started the other way around. I think that's our good luck charm though." Louis puts his other hand on Harry's.

"Also, we deserve this time together. Because this week Haz will be utterly perfect. We'll get to sleep together, wake up next to each other, kiss whenever we want. But when I'm back to work and Eleanor is back, we're back to our old life and all of this can't happen. The only thing we can do is stealing kisses in secret." Louis' eyes are sad.

"I'm going to break up immediately when she is back. I'm risking it all for you, Lou. I trust you." Harry smiles.

"Don't." Louis shakes his head. "We'll get in so much trouble if we do it right now, baby. I know it's hard and I promise I will protect you. I won't let her touch you with one finger. But if you break up with her now, you'll get sent off tour. I can't do this without you, Hazza. We'll have to be together physically to figure out our shit. And as much as it will hurt me to see her with you, I know that in only a few weeks it's all over." Louis whispers, tear sliding down his cheek.

"Don't cry, my love." Harry coos. He leaves his chair and walks over to straddle his lap, kissing away his tears.

"We're close to the end of the European leg. We'll figure something out before America, sweetheart. Don't cry, Louis. It breaks my heart." Harry's own eyes are watery as well.

"It won't be easy to be with me, Harry. I just want to tell you this now so if you want to leave you still can. I don't think I can handle you leaving if I'm even more attached to you. I'm a handful and my life is messed up. I really want to be with you, but I don't want to fuck you up."

"You don't." Harry answers immediately. "I want to be with you, Louis. I've been the happiest ever since we get along. I want to hold on to that, my love." Harry peppers Louis' face with kisses. "You make me so happy, make me feel so loved. Can't ever let you go now that I finally have you." Harry starts to kiss Louis' neck and the singer can't help but moan when Harry sucks his sweet spot.

"I want you to make love to me, Louis." Harry whispers in his ear, his hands unbuttoning Louis' shirt.

"Baby, but you've never..." Louis tries to control his voice.

"I want you to be my first and my last. I want you, Louis. I'm sure. I've been thinking about it." And Louis stands up, carrying the boy that was on his lap and carefully places him on the bed, hoovering over him.

It doesn't take long for both of them to be naked and hard.

"You can tell me stop whenever you want, Hazza." Louis says as he is ghosting his finger full over Harry's hole.

Harry doesn't answer, he just moans, desperate for Louis' touch.

"Harry, I'm serious. If you are hurt or you changed your mind tell me." Louis' voice is stern and Harry nods.

"Yeah, I'll tell you."

"Good boy. Now baby this will feel weird okay." Louis' finger slowly enters Harry's hole and he can feel the boy clench around him.

"Sh, it's okay baby. Relax, okay my love. It will be better soon." Louis whispers against his lips before kissing him.

It is weird in the beginning but Harry quickly starts to like it. When Louis is sure that the boy is ready, he puts the lube on his cock.

"Harry, I'm going to ask you one more time. Do you want this? Because I can still just blow you if you want to." Louis pushes a curl from Harry's face.

"I'm ready, Louis. This is perfect time and you are the perfect person. I want this, I want you. I want to share our love."

Louis smiles and nods before he slowly enters Harry. He waits for the younger boy's permission to go deeper and after a few minutes he gets it.

"Are you okay, Haz?"

"Feels weird, but not painful anymore. You can move, Louis."

And Louis moves slowly, a smile playing on his face when Harry starts to moan under him.

"You feel so good, baby." Louis murmurs against Louis' lips. « You feel so good around me. God I love you Hazza."

"Love you so much, Lou." Harry's eyes are closed and his head is hanging back. "I'm so close already."

"Fuck, Hazza. Look me in the eyes when you come. I want to see your pretty face." Harry does his best to keep his eyes open and he comes with a load moan, making Louis come as well only from that sound.

"Are you alright? You don't regret it right?" Louis asks immediately, kissing Harry's forehead.

"We made love, Louis. I could never regret our love."