This chapter contains some sexual/language content. If this is a trigger for you of you don't like that kind of writing, please find something else! (Trying not to offend anyone <3)
Harry flutters with his keys as Louis and the taxi driver unload Louis' bags from the trunk. He opens the door, catching Dusty right as she was about to bolt out the door.
"You really like him, don't you, Dusty?" He asks her in a cutesy voice. He pets her for a moment, then puts her in the middle of the kitchen floor. He heads back out to help Louis and to pay the taxi driver.
As the taxi drives away, Louis puts his wallet back in his pocket.
"Lou, I was going to get that!" Harry says, grabbing one of the two suitcases.
"It's alright, Harry. I'm just a white boy with little extra money, right?" He says, walking towards the door. Harry sighs, then follows him in. Harry gets in front of Louis to lead him to his bedroom. He sets the bags down under his window.
"I'm gonna go call my mum, tell her what happened. I 'll be just downstairs if you need me. I'll come right back up when I'm done, alright?"
"Harry, what's she going to say? What if she doesn't want me here? What if your sister doesn't like me?" Louis worries.
"Babe, they'll love you. My mum is alright with things like this. I've told her about you a lot, to be honest. I told her you never liked going home. She said you could stay here a while ago, so I'll just let her know that you're here. It'll be alright, Lou. I promise." Harry reassures Louis, then heads downstairs to call Anne.
Louis looks around Harry's room while he's alone. The front door is covered in articles from magazines and news papers about The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Jimmy Hendrix, Pink Floyd, and Bob Dylan. His walls are a cloudy, peaceful grey with only a few paintings hung.
His side table is piled over with books about all different religions and theories, topped with a candle that smells like soy milk and sage. It's halfway melted, almost dripping onto the books. Under his mahogany, antique end table were a couple chords hiding behind a sculpture of two dancers carved out of wood.
His bed had no headboard, just a few hanging lightbulbs strung above it. There is a small window on the other side of his bed with airy blue curtains. His bed spread is a black duvet cover spotted with patches of coffee stains on them. Louis keeps turning in a circle, admiring the personality of the room. The closet doors don't quite shut all the way. There are scarves and jackets poking out through the crack of the door.
Harry's dresser matches his end table by the bed. There are four drawers, all painted on. Each drawer is painted a different city. They look as though they are London, New York, Los Angeles, and Seattle. On top of the dresser, there are more candles. One smells like grass, another clean linen, and a third sandalwood. Those are also melted, a little less than the one made of soy milk and sage. There's a carpet under the dresser. It has a red border around it, and on the inside a coffee creamer color with the same red creating vine designs.
After Louis makes a full circle, Harry comes back into the room.
"Welcome home, Love. Do you like it in here?" Harry says, smiling at Louis.
"You mean I can stay?" He asks, running into Harry's arms. He chuckles, hugging Louis tight to his chest.
"Yeah, you can stay, Love."
Louis stays a moment in Harry's arms.
"You alright, Love? You seem upset still. Do you want to talk to me?" Harry asks, trying to comfort Louis.
"I am still upset. I deserved everything my mum said to me. She's right, I never talk to the family anymore. I'm so horrible and secluded, no wonder sh'e always mad at me. I always half-assed everything she asked me to do. I can see why she kicked me out..." Louis confesses.
"What's all that about? I don't understand why she wasn't nicer to you! Just because you're her son and she's your mother doesn't mean you have to treat her with more respect than anyone else, which is what she was asking for. It's not fair for her to ask for so much and give you so little. She was obviously in the wrong, Lou, not you. Trust me, I know you're not the wrong one. I can't believe she kicked you out, but that just means you're not around her anymore. That's a good thing, right? Do you want to be here with me?"
"I do really want to be here with you, Harry, but I don't want to intrude and feel even worse about myself. What if your mum doesn't want me here either? Where am I going to go?" Louis starts getting flustered.
"Louis, don't worry about that. I just talked to her and she said you can say here for as long as you want. She doesn't mind at all."
"But Harry, I'm such a loser! Why do you even want me?"
"Lou, you're not a loser! I want you for so many reasons! Tonight we should lay in bed together. I'll hold you and tell you all the reasons why I love you and you can fall asleep. Does that sound alright?"
"It sounds perfect. But I just don't know if your mum will want me here and w--"
Harry grabs Louis' hands from around his waist and guides his quickly over to a blank part of the wall, slamming him into it. He grinds on Louis, making his pants slide down some. He thrusts against Louis, staying there as he bites his ear. Harry gets hard and he growls,
"I want you."
Louis feels a rush of heat from his ear all the way down to his knees. It fills him with desire, making him hard. Harry thrusts against him again, making his head bounce against the wall. Louis grunts, trying to get Harry onto the bed. Harry takes a few steps black, then falls onto his back. Louis rips his shirt off, then Harry's. Louis licks Harry's tip on his chest, making his squirm under his grip.
"L-Louis..." Harry barely gets out.
Louis looks up at him, his tongue still on the tip of Harry's chest.
"Get on your stomach." Harry demands. Louis smiles, and Harry smirks back. They both take their pants and boxers off, getting into their position on the bed. Once Louis is on his stomach, Harry sits on top of him. Louis' face sinks into the pillows as Harry's weight hits him. He feels Harry rub his sides and scratch his back, making him moan in desire. Without hesitation, Harry starts pounding into him. He pulls both sides of Louis' bum out of the way to fit all the way in.
Louis moans again, swearing at the pleasure Harry gives him. Harry takes Louis' hands in his and holds his wrists behind him. Harry pulls on his hands, using them as more leverage to thrust into him even harder. Louis groans out in pleasure.
"Fuck, Harry!" Louis yells.
Harry's heart starts beating faster, running his hands all over Louis. He lets Louis' hands go down by his side and lays on top of his back, still inside him. Louis pulls his hands up by his face and grips the sheets. Harry slides his arms under Louis' shoulders and grabs on, pulling them down a little so that Louis is locked in Harry's grip.
Harry continues to grind into Louis and starts biting his ear.
"I love you, Lou." He whispers, pumping hard into Louis. Louis smiles, feeling his lips rub against the sheets. Harry tucks Louis' hair behind his ear, whispering to him how much he loves him and how much he adores him, and how he only wants Louis.
As Harry continues to thrust into Louis, they lean off to one side, breathing heavily. Harry wraps one leg around Louis and grabs his dick and starts rub the tip with his thumb. Louis lets out a harsh grunt, and Harry tucks his face into Louis' neck. Louis smiles as they climax together.
Laughing at the pleasure, Harry flips onto his back, allowing Louis to get on top of him. They kiss for a few minutes, biting each others lips. Louis pauses to take a breath and looks into Harry's eyes.
"I love you, Hazza."
"Hazza?" Harry asks, raising one eyebrow.
"Yeah, Hazza. It's my pet name for you."
"Alright, Lou. I love you too." He says, smiling.
Harry brings Louis' face closer to kiss him again. They end up falling asleep in each others arms; bodies pressed together.
A leaf falls to the ground as a rain drop hits it, warning that a rain shower is coming. After the rain kicks in, it hits against the windowsill next to Harry's bed. They wake up to the sound of it dripping down the glass of the window, and the soft pats of the drops first hitting the window.
"What time is it, Hazza?" Louis asks in a groggy, tired voice.
"About 7 in the evening. Want some dinner? I can cook you something." Harry suggests.
"No, I want to cook you something! May I use your kitchen?"
"Of course you can, Love. It's your kitchen now. It's always open to you." Louis smiles, then rolls off of Harry. They both get up to put their boxers and some sweatpants on.
"You're having trouble walking too, right?" Louis asks. Harry laughs.
"Yeah, babe."
"You're um....you're quite big." Louis says quietly, almost wishing Harry doesn't hear him.
"I am?" Harry asks proudly, sending Louis a wide smile and arched eyebrows. Louis chuckles and blushes, walking towards the door to the hallway.
"Yeah. I like it."
"I'd hope so!" Harry says with a wink.
They walk downstairs and Harry starts a tea kettle on the back burner of the stove. Louis walks in. Their kitchen has white cabinets and an island in the middle. The counters were very clean, only leaving a toaster, a blender, and an espresso machine out in the corners. There's a small, dark green bamboo carpet in front of the stainless steal sink.
Louis walks to the refrigerator. He opens the door, scanning every shelf. He finds a couple things, and brings them to the island counter. Harry sits down in one of the bar stools on the other side of the island, watching Louis.
"So, what's for dinner?" He asks.
"I'm not telling!" Louis responds playfully.
"Alright." Harry chuckles.
The tea kettle starts whistling. Harry gets up and flicks the burner off. He grabs two mugs out of a cabinet behind Louis, and sticks his big hands into the jar full of tea bags.
"What flavor tea do you want, Love?" Harry asks.
"Oh um, do you have any sort of black tea?" He asks, shuffling around for a couple dishes and cutting boards.
"Yeah, we've got black tea with chamomile, is that alright?"
"Sounds perfect!" Louis says, finally finding what he needs.
Harry begins making the teas while Louis goes back to his counter.
"Cream and sugar?" Harry asks.
"No, no it ruins the taste for me. Got any honey?"
"Think so..." Harry checks his cabinets, finding the honey. He squeezes just a little into the mug, then mixes the tea in. He sits back down with the mugs.
"So you're really not going to tell me what you're making for me?" Harry pushes.
"No! Just sit there and drink our tea! I'm not going to tell you, sorry!" Louis says with a sassy tone.
"Ooh, someone's sassy tonight."
"I'm not sassy, it's just who I am." Louis says, cocking his head to one side and raising his eyebrows, trying to keep his smile constricted.
Harry chuckles, taking a sip of his tea.
"Looks like you've got chicken, there." Harry teases.
"Don't look, Harry!" Louis plays around, putting his hand in front of Harry's face. Harry laughs, looking down at his tea. He slides the black tea with chamomile over at Louis, who takes a sip.
"This is really good! Thanks!" Louis says, smiling flirtatiously and taking another sip.
Louis cooks for a while, and Harry gets on his phone as he finishes his tea.
Louis pushes Harry's tea out of the way and sets his phone to the side. He sets a plate of steaming food in front of him, smiling in accomplishment.
"Aw, Lou! It smells so good! What is it?" He asks, taking the first bite.
"It's chicken, stuffed with mozzarella, wrapped in parma ham, with a side of home-made mash! All my favorite things...I hope you like it."
Harry tastes it. The chicken is juicy and tender, cooked just right. The cheese strings out from the inside, making Harry smile and break it with his fingers. The ham gives a smoky taste to it, making it taste like home.
Louis waits impatiently for Harry's approval.
"It's really good, Lou! Where did you learn to cook like that?"
"I had a nanny from Brazil when I was younger. She taught me everything I know."
"Well, I'm glad she did, this is amazing!" Harry stuffs another bite into his mouth as Louis sits next to him. Harry offers to share it with him. They eat together into the night, then go back upstairs to Harry's bedroom.
They sit on the bed under the sheets and intertwine with each other, talking about their stories and telling each other about themselves. They learn so much more about each other, and become even closer, falling deeper in love. They fall asleep in each others arms, whispering cute, lovely things into their ears. The moon shines through the window, making the room a dim, clean silver color. It's peaceful, and everything is calm.