Pretty Boy

Fifteen

Harry slowly grinded down on Louis as they laid in his bed, their lips meeting again and again. Soft pink shorts meeting the roughness of black jean. Harry tilts his head up to catch his breath. Louis' hands find their way from his back to his butt. Slipping them under his jeans then kneading the muscle. Harry relishes the sensation, arching his butt into it. Louis bites his lip in satisfaction, he loved making Harry feel good. His gentle fingers stopped to play with the soft lace of Harry's thong.

"You're cheeky." Harry's giggles into Louis' mouth.

In response, Louis flips them over and grinds his hips into the boy beneath him. Harry shakes in anticipation. Everytime it gets better.

Louis begins to suck on the corner of Harry's jaw. Then travel gone to his neck and collarbone. Harry knows marks are being left, but that only turns him on more.

"You're pretty." Louis says with a smirk on his face.

Harry can't help but let out another giggle, although this one gets swallowed as Louis' tongue enters his mouth. He doesn't test his dominance. Louis bites on his bottom lip. Harry hisses in pleasure before letting his body sink into the bed, he bathes in the heat radiating off Louis' body.

Louis spreads Harry's legs with his knee. Harry shorts begin to rid up. Louis can't help but bend down and nip at where the fabric ends. His rough hands fanning over the pale thigh. Harry reaches down and as he is tugging at the button on Louis' jeans when the doorbell rings.

"I hate whoever is at your fucking door right now." Louis grunts. Harry laughs, pulling his shirt down from where it was bunched up on his chest. Louis groaned as Harry left to answer the door.

"Delivery for Styles?"

"Yeah, yeah, um how much?" Harry turned around and grabs his wallet out of the purse on the floor. He can tell the guy is checking him out.

"Eyes off my boy" Louis says from the stairs. The delivery boy begins stuttering. Harry takes the food and him a twenty. The boys just turns and beings rushing towards his car.

"Keep walking and don't come back" Louis shouts at the poor man. Harry laughs and moves towards the kitchen.

~

Louis stays for dinner, but then mentions he must leave.

"Where you leaving too?" Harry asks at the door.

"I have some old friends who wanted to meet up, I will see you tomorrow, promise." With that he leaves. Harry doesn't want to be upset, Louis deserves freedom. But he often feels like a one night stand. Some sort of fuck buddie.

He wanted to be a good boyfriend that was true. But it was hard to even feel like they were dating when all their 'dates' were at Harry's house, in his bed, or on the couch, occasionally on the counter. Despite Louis' reasurrences Harry still felt like a toy.

Every time Louis Left to go see his so called friends, Harry sat at home and waited for him. Which wasn't the best thing. He got lonely, not wanting to interrupt Niall and Liam time. He could call Zayn, but he doesn't want to become dependent on him. Plus he was seeing them all at Niall's tomorrow anyway.

He starts to tidy around the house, not much to clean, him and Louis don't mess up much. He lays on the couch and scrolls through instagram. Barely an hour after Louis left Harry gives in and calls Zayn.

"Zaynie i'm bored" He whines into the phone.

"Louis isn't there?" Zayn questions.

"No, come over we need to take hot selfies and drink hard lemonade until morning" he says dramatically.

"What if I have plans" Zayn laughs in response.

"Do you have plans?"

Zayn hesitates a moment "No" he sighs.

"Great! Hurry!" Harry hangs up. Running up to his room he squeals excitedly. Maybe tonight will be the night Zayn admits his crush!

~

It was around midnight and Zayn was trying to walk in heels. Being tipsy didn't help the tripping. Dressed in one of Harry's short skirts without a shirt and black heels, he clutched to the green eyed boy as to avoid falling over

"Harry I can't" Zayn screams "Don't let go" he laughed.

"Go Zayn!" he shouts as he lets Zayn walk down the hall. Just as he reaches the end of the hallway he falls back onto his butt. After a moment of silence they both burst out laughing. Harry rushing down the hall before plopping himself next to his friend on the floor. They sit there giggling. Harry hasn't felt this giddy since he stopped talking to Rita. It was like having a upgraded version of her. Zayn and him could share sizes, talk about their dicks or sex. Rita was great, but nothing like the strong connection he felt with the tan boy.

"Zee, tell me a secret" Harry says. They are still sitting on the floor, his foot is falling asleep.

"What kind of secret H"

"The kind that will bring us closer, something you've never told anyone" Harry moves to Zayn's lap.

"I'm a virgin". Harry gasps in response. Zayn just giggles.

"No way you are! You're gorgeous" Harry exclaims.

"No you're right, I was lying" Zayn bursts out laughing. Harry slaps his knee and pouts.

"I was serious!"

"I was serious!" mimics Zayns. Harry and Zayn laugh loudly, causing Harry to roll out of Zayn's lap.

"Done yet, skanks" A voice says from the top of the stairs.