Facade: Love, Lust and Deception

CHAPTER 11

Louis. Louis. Louis. Louis. Louis

Harry punched the wall, aggression spewing out of his balled fists and dark eyes everytime his brain repeated Louis' name. He slept for a whole of five minutes before he woke up in a cold sweat.

The same nightmare had been plaguing his brain, gnawing at different parts of his brain every time. Striking a new fear, a new insecurity. He was used to sleeping brokenly, like shards of glass it pierced his head every time he slept.

He stepped out to cool off, leaning against the garage door as he ran a shaky hand through his hair. Smoke froze in front of his clouded eyes and somehow that was when his foggy head became the most clear it had ever been in ages.

There he was. Louis. All bundled up and fumbling with his keys. Harry watched over every feature as best as he could. His face wasn't just a monotone beauty, his eyes weren't round and big like every romance book these days describe. Almond shaped, they appeared swollen at one end and beautifully curved inwards towards his nose. They were perfect.

And the colour, the purest and brightest blue. His eyes changed shades like oncoming waves of the ocean, holding bursts of life and emotions threatening to crash against the shore of his skin.

His skin, god Harry wanted to be buried in this perfectly golden tanned skin. The skin was pure, untouched he hoped. He wanted to mark it, to leave a track only his lips and tongue were allowed to follow. A map who's cartography was so intimate others would burn to ashes with the mere intensity of it.

His eyes snapped up in attention when the door to Louis' house slammed shut.

He felt his heart thump louder against his chest as he paved their way closer to the door. Each step, Each determined step he took towards the door the more his brain harboured fear crept up into his heart. The tendrils of fear squeeze his heart into a searing pulp that makes him weak in the knees.

Too late to turn back now.

As if he would. He pounded the door thrice, maybe too loud but everything rang too loud in his ears right now.

He heard the lock click before Louis' face appeared in front of him.

"Harry-"

And everything stopped at that moment, he wanted his name to roll off Louis' tongue everyday. He surged forward, pushing the smaller boy inside, closing the door before he pressed his rough lips against Louis'.

His small but full lips made a sound that almost made Harry growl animalistically. Hands roamed over his perfect curves, indulging himself in the most beautiful pleasures ever.

He could feel their lips go numb against each other but they didn't stop kissing. He didn't really register it but they were now laying on the floor, lips still seared together in a union even the gods couldn't break.

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"God you're so beautiful. My beautiful boy"

Louis flushed, his cheeks tinting with the most gorgeous pink. His lashes fluttered as he rolled his head a little to peer up at Harry and Harry forgot to breathe momentarily

His arms pulled Louis back with a whine when he moved, eliciting the most beautiful symphony of laughter from the younger boy.

"Harry we need to talk" he giggled, swinging his leg across Harry's hips straddling him as Harry lay flat against the floor.

"What's there to talk about? Let's just kiss more" he pouts.

Jeez. This boy has done something so drastic to someone as dark as me that I'm pouting.

Louis' smile grows as he shakes his head, he leans down pecking Harry's lips gently.

"What are we?" He whispers, Harry's arms tightening around Louis' lower back.

"Whatever you want us to be" Harry whispers genuinely, bumping his nose against the smaller boys'.

"I like you, which I am sure you noticed hence this. But-"

And Harry finishes the sentence for him. "We can't be together"

Louis says nothing, instead hiding his face in the warmth of Harry's neck. Harry takes a deep breath, fingers threading through Louis' soft, feathery hair before speaking carefully.

"We can't be together publicly, but what we do privately isn't anyone's business"

He felt Louis shuffle, and Harry prepared his heart to shatter when Louis denied. But instead the smaller boy pressed his already kiss bitten lips to harry's with something that can only be called desperation. Harry kissed back, calloused warm hands cupping Louis' face.

"Is that-"

"Yes. I want you."

"You have me, all yours my little dove"