A wishful thinking

"Lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart."

Chapter 12- "Lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart."

"Can you bring me the pink file from last night?" Harry's voice comes pulling Louis out of his stupor who nods, "Will be right back." And with that he leaves the man's office to fetch the files.

It's been a week since their return to London and to say everything's the same as it was would be a lie because Louis didn't knew He was going to be addicted to Harry in just a week,

The days are less painful but the nights are the hardest, Louis' never thought he'd had problems regarding his sleep but now he can barely sleep what with all the coldness around his body and heart.

And rest aside, His relationship with Harry was now more easy than anything, they spoke with each other in a coordinated way, their office work was smoother than ever but even Louis could feel the unavoidable spark when it's just the two of them. But they were just friends. Friends who had fucked four nights in a row.

He could feel his blood thrumming under his veins for the need to be touched by this man. But his heart always pulls him back when he remembers the smile that crosses Harry's face at the mention of the unknown boy. He can never forget that unforgettable night when he learnt about Harry's first love.

Their gazes were filled with yearning and heated but they both never acted upon it. And Louis was never the one to initiate, so he stayed up at the corner daydreaming about Harry's physique.

It's not like he didn't tried hooking up with random strangers it's just they didn't had dimples in their cheeks or their eyes weren't the right shade of green, they didn't made Louis' stomach filled with butterflies and their touch didn't illicit a fire in his veins,

He was doomed. Completely doomed and in love.

*****

Louis pats his face with the new moisturiser he purchased from Sephora when his phone rang, he frowned at the caller ID.

It was Harry, he never called from his private number. Louis squinted at the phone because didn't Harry had a company with him? Why did he need Louis now?

He remembers the hurt when Harry had asked him to call up a model for their date tonight, he hated the way he wanted to punch Harry first and then that bitch.

"Hello." He mumbles out playing with the loose strings of his nightshirt, "Louis." The said boy shivers at the gritty tone,

"What is it?"

"Come over at my apartment." At that he immediately frowns, "Excuse me?"

"Yeah uhm my parents are coming over so I need you to be here as well...they don't know about us." He breathes and Louis hums,

"Sure I'll be there in a few."

*****

Louis bit the side of his lip before staring at himself through the elevator of Harry's penthouse, when the floor dinged open his eyes connected with Harry's, the top buttons of his shirt were open and hair mussed up,

"Where are your—" before he could complete his body was slammed against the wall and warm lips covered his, immediately he slumped in Harry's warmth, kissing him back.

"Missed you." Harry mumbles grabbing his throat before licking inside his mouth, Louis whines rubbing his hardness against Harry's thigh, "Wait-wait." He gasps,

"Your parents where are they?" He asks and Harry squeezes his hips nuzzling Louis' neck, "They're not here—Mmhmm baby, you've ruined me." He mumbles making Louis shiver in delight when he nips the skin of his jaw,