Friends [liam&harry]

Chapter Nine

《and the tears come streaming down your face. when you lose something you can't replace. when you love someone, but it goes to waste. could it be worse? 》

Biarritz, France

LIAM SMILED TO himself and watched from the doorway as a certain curly haired boy swam laps in the large pool at the fancy hotel they managed to stay in. After six hours on a train, they had finally reached their destination; Biarritz, France. A large, beautiful city full of beaches and lovely weather.

Liam watched as the muscles in Harry's back strained with the effort of his movement. Harry came up for breath when he saw Liam moving towards the edge of the pool, sticking his feet in. His face lit up, almost comically, as he swam towards the brown eyed boy.

"Hey baby" Harry smiled, placing his body between Liam's open legs.

"Hey" Liam breathed out, still not accustomed to the feeling of Harry's cool, wet body against his.

Harry placed his cool hands on Liam's thighs and smiled slightly.

"Swimming huh?" Liam commented.

Harry smiled, "Old habits die hard."

Liam grinned back and slipped easily into the water, his body breaking out in goosebumps as it came in direct contact with Harry's. The curly haired boy's eyes glistened as he pulled Liam closer to him, his head resting in the crook of the brown eyed boy's neck, humming gently as delicious vibrations swept through Liam.

Harry pulled away slightly and it seemed as if time had stopped, as if the world stopped spinning on its axis, as if there were only two people left in the world and those two people were Liam and Harry.

Their breaths caught in their throats as they looked in each others eyes. Harry's eyes twinkled as they went from Liam's chocolate eyes to his plump, pink lips, almost as if he was asking for permission to kiss him. Liam captured Harry's plump bottom lip with his own as he cupped both sides of Harry's neck with his wet hands, seemingly pulling the slightly taller boy closer. Harry's hands grasped Liam's hips tightly, softly rubbing circles into the skin attached there.

Harry deepened the kiss as their tounges gently massaged one another, Liam's tounge tasting all of Harry's, the taste of mint and strawberries, and the smell of chlorine and spice and just Harry Harry Harry.

"Harry" Liam moaned out once Harry's swollen lips attached to the skin on his neck, sucking a lovebite there before licking over it to soothe the pain. Harry's lips moved up to Liam's jaw and placed soft kisses there before capturing Liam's bottom lip with both of his and gently prodding his tounge in the older boy's mouth.

One of Harry's big hands slid down Liam's hips and wormed their way into Liam's swimming trunks, grasping onto his now hard member and began to softly stroke it.

Harry's tounge tangled with Liam's as his strokes began to become faster, the older boy disconnecting their lips so he could throw his head back in pleasure, soft moan of "HarryHarryHarry" escaping his mouth.

Liam felt his orgasm drawing closer, a hot, mind- numbing feeling forming in his lower stomach as Harry softly stroked the tip. Liam was about to reach his peak when they heard a loud banging and someone yelling in French. Harry pulled Liam under the water to avoid being caught and the man obviously didn't care, for he only looked for a moment before leaving the room.

Harry kissed him under water, deep and seductively, before they drew up for air, bursting out in laughter at almost being caught.

Liam wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and said seductively, "You're trouble Harry Styles."

Harry grinned and drew Liam in tighter, whispering in his ear, "This isn't over Payne."

And it surely wasn't, because Liam Payne lost his virginity that night.

The next morning, Harry awoke to a sleeping Liam cuddled to his side, a faint smile plastered on his face. Harry smiled gently and stroked the dark, damp hair on Liam's forehead. The boy looked so peaceful sleeping next to him and Harry hoped to God the older boy didn't regret what happened last night. Liam had always said he was waiting to have his first time with someone he loved and Harry hoped he was that person and that Liam didn't have sex with him in the heat of the moment.

And truthfully, there was no one else that could love Liam like he did. Harry sighed and snapped his head up when he saw Liam's eyes fluttering open.

"Hey" he said, voice still raspy from sleep.

"Hi babe" Harry smiled, rolling over and facing Liam.

Liam grinned and stroked Harry's cheek, "Last night was amazing Harry. I know you're second guessing yourself and I want you to know I don't regret a thing. It's you I've been waiting for all along."

Harry's heart beat rapidly in his chest as Liam smiled at him tenderly and Harry didn't think he's ever seen someone so beautiful.

Liam looked down at his fingers intertwined with Harry's, fitting perfectly, and smiled, "Harry I think. I think you know this, but I lo-."

A loud knock and a call of "housekeeping" interrupted their moment and Harry groaned and slipped out of the bed, opening the door and telling the woman to come back in thirty minutes. The curly haired boy returned to the bed and pulled Liam in his lap, "What were you saying Li?"

Liam just shook his head, chickening out on telling Harry his true feelings. Of course they always said they loved eachother, but they had never said they were in love with eachother and Liam didn't want to ruin what they had now.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Yeah, it was silly" Liam said, smiling a bit fakely at Harry.

Although Harry didn't believe him, Liam could tell he didn't want to push it and Liam was incredibly thankful for that.

"Well, I guess we better take a shower before the lady stomps in here again. You want to join me?" He asked cheekily.

Liam blushed but nodded, following Harry into the shower as they giggled excitedly.