In Too Deep (Dancing With The Shadows)

twenty three

Harry tilts his head to the side, his hand softly stroking his dick despite himself. "You're crying. Did I hurt you? 'M sorry if I did."

Louis strokes Harry's cheek. "No, love, you did nothing wrong. Far from it. I just got caught up in me head a  bit, is all."

Harry nods understandingly. "Alright... Can I cuddle you?"

Louis rolls his eyes, balls throbbing still. "After you finish what you started, can't rob me from that, now can you?"

Harry grins and dips his head back down again. 

...

Louis is aware that he hasn't told Harry how he feels yet. 

He is fully aware that they only have two hours left together until Harry's car rolls up and takes him away. 

They cuddled and went to the pool the remaining of the day. They stole kisses under the setting sun and did some very inappropriate things in the pool. 

They're currently laying in Harry's bed, the moon gradually falling away, the first signs of morning already peeping to life with the early birds tweeting and a low light casting a shadow through the gap in the curtains. 

Harry lays his head on Louis' bare chest, their legs tangled together under the sheets, Louis' hands playing with Harry's hair. It's one thing he especially loves about Harry, is the curls his fingers can get lost in. 

"I came out to my dad earlier," Louis whispers into the calm night.

Harry lifts his head up then to look at Louis. "You did?"

"Yeah."

Harry looks down. "I'm sorry if I pressured you into doing so," he apologises sadly.

Louis grabs Harry's face, gives him a small kiss on the tip of his nose. "You didn't do such a thing. It was my decision. I was done hiding. I needed to feel free within myself in order to move on from everything."

"How did he take it?"

"Better than I thought. He joked about how you're rich which is a plus."

Harry snorts. "Please don't tell me he's going to force a marriage between us just so I can write you in my will."

"And is that such a bad thing?" Louis teases, kissing Harry's forehead. "Marrying me?"

"Marrying you would never be a bad thing," Harry replies quietly. Louis can see the blush on his cheeks even through the shadows of the night.

"Well then, Harold, I guess we're getting married so I can get into your will, I murder you which'll look like an accident and all that money will be mine."

"You watch way too many crime shows," Harry notes, nestling his nose back into Louis' chest, the hot breath causing goosebumps up Louis' body.

"They give great pointers on how to get away with murder," Louis points. "It's educational."

There's a silence for a beat.

"Harry... What are we going to do when you leave?" Louis asks. 

Harry snakes his arm around Louis' middle and pulls him closer into him like you would your pillow or favourite teddy bear. "I don't want to lose you," Harry answers, voice airy. "I'll text and call you as much as I possibly can. We can do little date nights through FaceTime, I think that'll be cute. Gemma would do that in uni with her old boyfriends."

Louis hums in agreement. "I'm not cooking for you virtually, though."

Harry softly chuckles. "You did good last time."