A/N: There is an attempt at me writing smut close to the end, you have been forewarned.
“Louis, come here please!” Jay called her eldest from her bedroom, zipping up a suitcase before propping it up against the wall. A groaning Louis appeared in the doorway only in a pair of white skinnies. “Honestly, mum? I’m getting dressed.”
She laughed and shook her head, walking over and placing a tender kiss on his forehead. “We’re leaving in a few minutes. Now I would hope that you keep everything unbroken and in place. No parties and no one over while we’re away. There’s money on the counter if you want take-out.”
“Mum, just go already! I know the do’s and don’ts. Have fun.” Louis smiled and picked up her suitcase, setting it by the stairs.
“And it’s just for a few days. Three days. Be good. Don’t catch the kitchen on fi-”
“One time, mother. Once. Go, have fun with everyone! I’ll be here when you get back and your kitchen will be in one piece.” He chuckled while urging his mum down the stairs as he carried her suitcase.
Louis opened up his arms wide as all four of his sisters attacked him in one big hug. “Love you girls, see you when you get back.” Once they shuffled away from his to finish putting their suitcases in the car, Mark gave him a side hug and smiled. “Be good, son.”
Soon they were off on their way and Louis shut the door behind them, smiling to himself. He had been thinking long and hard for the past few days, ever since the party he had went to with Harry, about several things. He’d also been ignoring his beautiful boyfriend who wanted nothing but a conversation with him.
~ * ~
Knock knock knock.
Louis stood patiently at Harry’s doorway, hands clasped in the front of him as he stared down at the ground. Is Harry mad at me? Louis thought as the door didn’t open after a few minutes, which made him let out a sigh.
About a minute more Louis waited, but no answer, he started to back away but stopped when he heard the lock on the door click, and the door slowly opened.
“Louis?” Harry peeked his head out of the door and gave Louis a weary smile. Harry had visible bags under his eyes and his damp curls were a mess, looking like he hadn’t slept well the night before.
“Hey,” Louis twiddled his thumbs before raising his head to face Harry. “May I come in?”
Harry blinked his eyes a few times before giving a nod and opening up the door, gesturing with his hand for Louis to come inside.
Louis obliged.
“I uh, uh, about that party . . .” Louis scratched the back of his head nervously, not making any eye contact with Harry. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” Harry chuckled as he put two fingers under Louis’ chin and raised his head up so they were face-to-face. “I was the one who got piss drunk and tried to fuck you in the bathroom of someone elses house. I want to apologize, you have nothing to be sorry for. So . . . I understand if you hate me.”
Amusement danced in Louis’ eyes while cupping both sides of Harry’s face with a smile. “I could never hate you, Haz. My lovely boyfriend, I would never hate you. Stop thinking so silly.” Louis leaned in the remainder of the way before pressing their lips together.
Pretty rough snogging lasted a few minutes and Louis ended up being pressed against the wall, both of the boy’s bodies pressed together.
“Okay, wait,” Louis breathed while resting his forehead on Harry’s, giving his slightly swollen lips a soft peck. “Don’t distract me with your tasty lips, I came here also to ask you something.”
“Ask away, babe.” Harry grinned.
“Come over to my house say around six?”
Harry didn’t hesitate to nod.
~ * ~
Footsteps belonging to the one and only Louis Tomlinson paced around the kitchen of his family home, occasionally stopping to check the content that lay prepared in a glass dish on the counter. Nervous wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the feelings that lay in the pit of his stomach, but nausea happened to be one of those many feelings. What if he screws the whole night up? He wasn’t sure if he could handle said thing happening.
Knock.
Louis’ head shot up and he narrowed his eyebrows downwards.
Knock knock.
Pause.
Knock.
It only took four awkward knocks on the front door for Louis to realize it was his boyfriend.
Heart beating at a rather rapid pace, Louis took a quick glance at the food he prepared - without burning the food or himself - before making his way over to the front door. He looked down at his attire and smoothed out his ‘Ramones’ shirt, which had ‘accidentally’ gone missing from Harry’s room a week prior, before twisting the cool door knob and opening the door swiftly.
“Hey,” Harry spoke quietly with a smile plastered on his lips, hands tucked into his jean pockets.
“Hi, come in.” His eyes couldn’t help but travel to Harry’s jean-clad arse, making Louis’ thin lips quirk up into a smile.
Louis gently took Harry’s large hand in his smaller one and led him into the kitchen, a pleasant aroma of food his Harry’s nose, causing a grin. “Babe, did you cook dinner?”
“I-I uh . . . yeah, actually. I’m surprised I didn’t burn down the kitchen or the food, but yeah. Is lasagna alright? I mean, I didn’t know what to cook and I got the recipe offline so I’m sorry if it sucks-” Harry cut off Louis’ rambling by pressing a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “Love, I won’t know until I try it. I bet it’s perfection.”
~ * ~
Dinner went better than Louis expected.
Harry thought the food was absolutely fantastic and Louis was ecstatic, but he still prayed he hadn’t given either of them food poisoning. Louis left their dirty dishes in the sink, not giving a care about them at the moment, before grabbing Harry’s hand and leading him towards the stairs.
“Lo-”
“Shh.”
“Whe-”
“Harry, shush.” Louis smiled with the shake of a head as he walked up the stairs with Harry hot on his tail.
It was silent for the 20 seconds it took to walk up the flight of stairs and arrive in the front of Louis’ closed bedroom door. “Okay, close your eyes.” Louis said firmly and Harry did as told--listening to the slight creak of Louis’ bedroom door as it was opened up slowly. The feathery haired boy tugged on Harry’s hand to urge him to walk forward, while constantly reassuring that he wouldn’t let him run into the wall.
“Open.”
Harry peeked his left eye open before blinking and opening both eyes fully. “W-what is this?” He asked in a quiet voice, trying to take in his surroundings. Louis room was still the same as whenever Harry had came in it a week earlier, but this time there were scattered red rose petals on the floor along with a few good smelling candles lit.
Simple yet romantically enticing.
As his boyfriend looked around the room, Louis stared nervously at the ground. “I wanted . . . I want to, like, you know . . .” He took in a deep, shaky breath before taking Harry’s hand, causing them to connect eyes. “Have sex with me.”
The silence between the two lasted for a few minutes time until Louis took a few steps backwards while self-consciously stared at a wall ahead. “I’m sorry, H-Harry. I just . . . I thought that after what happened a few days ago you still might want to do it but,” Louis slid his bottom lip through his teeth slowly. “I can see you don’t have any interest in doing so.”
Suddenly, taking Louis by surprise, Harry walked closer to him and took both of his hands. “Louis, I don’t want to have sex with you.” He said bluntly to which Louis still continued to stare off into the distance. “I want to make love to you.”
When that was said, Louis tore his gaze away from a wall to lock eyes with Harry. “R-really?”
“Really,” Harry whispered while backing up, fingers still laced with Louis’ as he backed up towards the bed, the edge of it hitting the back of his knees. “If you want to.” He continued, “I don’t want you to do this if . . . you don’t want to. Alright?”
Louis quickly nodded and took no time with pressing his lips against Harry’s, causing the taller lad to fall back on the bed from the sudden attack--Louis falling on the top of him. “I want to, God I want to.” He mumbled against Harry’s lips with a smile, slowly raising himself so he was sitting firmly on Harry’s lap.
“But you really want to do this, right? Just because of what happened when I was drunk doesn’t mean-”
“You talk a lot, you know that?” Louis giggled while slowly unbuttoning the buttons on Harry’s plaid shirt, top to bottom. Harry blushed at that. “Wow, making Harry Styles blush. That’s a first,” Louis mumbled as he got to the last button and very slowly slipped it from its restraint hole.
Harry placed his hands on Louis’ slim hips before pulling himself up slowly, letting his arms hang down while Louis slipped the shirt off of his toned body.
*Start the song on the side here, because that's where I got my inspiration from to finish this chapter.*
Piece by piece, inches of their clothing came off - as they undressed each other - and ended up being tossed mindlessly on the floor beside the bed. Louis couldn’t admit the fact to Harry that he felt rather embarrassed and ashamed on the ugly scars that covered his thighs, but Harry ran the pads of both thumbs over them with a soft smile. “You’re still beautiful to me, you know, scars and all.” He whispered, leaning down and placing soft kisses on each other them, causing Louis to tear up and stare at the ceiling.
Louis had always tried to learn to love his scars--embrace them, but it was so hard to whenever they were a constant reminder of his past before Harry came along, something he honestly did not want to remember. He stills remember the stinging sensation that came along as he dragged a blade across his body, and how it was hard to wear jeans before they healed since it irritated the self-made cuts. Tears stung in Louis’ eyes as he shut them, soon feeling Harry’s lips disconnect from his lower half but quickly connecting on his lips.
“Hey, hey, why are you crying?” Harry asked softly, rubbing two fingers over each of his cheeks one at a time.
“They’re ugly,” Louis said, choking back on a sob.
“What?”
“My scars, they’re so damn ugly. How could you still think I’m beautiful with those horrid things etched into my skin?”
Harry’s chest clenched at Louis’ words before lifting the small boy of the bed and onto his lap, his arms wrapping protectively around him. “You really want to know why?”
Louis gave a hesitant nod while wiping his cheeks with the back of his hands.
“Because, Lou, you’re beautiful to me and every single thing you do is beautiful. I love the way you squint your eyes while your nose scrunches up when you laugh. The disgusted look you give pizza as you pick the off the toppings you hate. How whenever you read your eyes are wide at interesting parts, the way you look when you’re about to cry and when something pleases you. Everything about you is beautiful, everything that you do is beautiful. I love your flaws and your scars because they make up who you really are, I wouldn’t have you any other way. Even if your body had burns or bruises to it and if your face was disfigured, I’d love you nonetheless.”
A pin could drop in the silence that Louis was giving, who was staring wide-eyed at Harry.
He said the ‘L’ word.
Love.
While his inner god nearly fainted, Louis blinked his eyes while knocking their foreheads together. “L-love?”
“Love.”
Louis didn’t need a kick of encouragement to lean in and kiss Harry on the lips, he did it all himself. Without another word, Louis pushed himself off of Harry’s lap and laid himself down on the bed, watching with intent eyes as he raised himself to let his boyfriend slide down his boxers. Harry took a few seconds to take in the beautiful human being before him before slipping off his briefs and dropping the two pairs of clothing onto the floor.
“Did you-”
“I come prepared.”
“But are you sure you got-”
“Harry.” Louis let out a chuckle and leaned over to his bedside table, then waving a foil packet in front of Harry. “Like I said, I come prepared.”
Harry smiled while lowering Louis’ arm, taking two fingers and placing them to Louis’ now closed lips. “Suck,” he mouthed and Louis parted his lips, taking Harry’s long fingers into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them. Harry couldn’t help but get more and more turned on by watching Louis.
“Are you a virgin?” Harry asked curiously before sliding his saliva coated fingers from Louis’ mouth and sliding one slowly into his entrance, causing Louis to let out a gasp. “Yep, you are.” He smirked before leaning down, pressing a passionate his to his groaning lover.
“H-how about . . . you?” Louis asked breathlessly as Harry inserted a second finger, sliding them in a forward and backward motion.
Curls shook as Harry shook his head no, “I wish, my first time wasn’t something I ever care to remember, it was horrible.”
And Louis kept silent because he could tell it was a touchy subject for Harry.
“Okay,” was what Harry said while slowly sliding three fingers out of Louis’, staring down at him. “Are you honestly sure that you want to do this? Because we don’t have to. I don’t want to take your virginity and then you regret it later on-”
“Harry.”
He hummed in reply.
Louis smiled softly as he wrapped his arms loosely around Harry’s neck, “make love to me.”
So, that’s what he did after slowly rolling the condom on.
With his tip pressing at the entrance of Louis’ opening, Harry kept their eyes locked together to spot any sign of pain or hesitation. But none, sure, Louis’ eyes glistened with tears from the discomfort but his face showed full pleasure because fuck it was nothing like he had ever experienced but it felt so right.
Soon, Harry was slid all of the way in but stayed still, letting Louis’ adjust to the feeling. “Are you okay?” He whispered, watching the way his beautiful boyfriend’s eyelids fluttered open and they stared at each other in the candlelit room. “I’m great,” Louis smiled, resting his head back on the propped up pillows and letting out a staggered breath as Harry started to move his hips.
“Fuck, Harry.” Louis breathed out of parted lips, gripping the back of the curls, receiving a grunt from Harry.
Harry’s hips rocked back and forth as he created a rhythm while thrusting softly into Louis. It wasn’t rough, nor was it was too gentle, it was absolutely perfect, because Harry was doing what Louis wanted they both wanted badly.
They were making love. Sweet, passionate love with feather-like kisses and muffled moans. It was filled with passion and desire and lust but most of all . . . love. Maybe Louis hadn’t admitted to loving Harry or said that he loved him back, but as the bed squeaked and sweaty bodies rocked against one another for the second time that same night; Louis knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.
He felt himself falling deeper and deeper for his boyfriend by every touch and every kiss.
Maybe it was okay for both of them to let their walls down fully.
A/N: You all should be glad I love you. It's almost 7 in the morning and I haven't been to sleep yet, I'm tired and crampy and had a weird headache while finishing this up. I read through all of your sweet comments and found out that chapter 10 of this has 28 votes, that's the most I've ever gotten. There are even over 2k reads on this book. You all motivate me to write and make me happy, more than you'll ever know. Thank you. And also I apologize for the sucky attempt at smut, haha. At least I tried.