It's 9:37 at night when there's a loud knock on his door. Harry's parents have went on a date and Harry is lounging around, watching Disney channel. He doesn't know who's knocking at his door, but honestly he expects Liam. What he gets when he opens the door is a sweater in the face.
"Put it on, lover boy," someone tells him. He pulls the sweater off his face to see Niall walk past him and into his living room. He looks back out the door and sees Louis smiling sheepishly at him.
Louis' wearing a white shirt with black sleeves. On the front of the shirt in big letters is 'Sorry girls I suck dick'. Harry laughs at his shirt and Louis grabs his, showing him his says the same thing. His is more of a sweater though, and it's red with black writing.
"Niall made them," Louis explains. Harry shrugs and slips his over his head and then grabs Louis' hand, bringing him into his house. They walk and find Niall on his couch, eating his food.
"Is there a reason you came here? With these shirts?" Harry asks. He's nervous because he really doesn't know Niall, but the guy is in his house so he has to say something.
"Oh! Yeah we're going out. C'mon," Niall jumps up from the couch. Harry just sighs and moves so he can turn off the television and clean his food quickly.
"Where are we going?" he asks. He highly doubts either of the boys are in the room, but someone reaches out and grabs the chip bowl from his hand.
"Probably the skate park. Niall really wants you to get to know everyone," Louis tells him with a gentle smile. Harry follows him into the kitchen and watches as Louis places his bowl on the counter.
"Why?" Harry asks curiously. Louis just smiles and moves forward, kissing his cheek sweetly.
"Because I'm hoping you'll be around for awhile," Louis answers him. Harry can feel himself get that stupid smile he gets whenever Louis does anything. It always makes Louis chuckle, but he loves it.
"C'mon, sweetheart, let's not keep him waiting," Louis says with a nod of his head. Harry happily follows behind him, turning off his lights. He grabs his keys, wallet and phone before stepping outside. He locks his front door and turns to see Louis already in Niall's car. Harry awkwardly jogs over and lets himself in the back.
"Finally, Styles!" Niall groans when Harry slams the door shut. Harry just smiles at him apologetically and buckles his seat belt.
"So, we're going to the skate park," -Niall explains while Louis turns around to smirk at Harry - "and there we'll be meeting the others. So Mr. Styles, I hope you're okay with alcohol and drinking," Niall finishes
"I'm fine with it. You do realize I'm seventeen too right?" Harry asks sarcastically. Louis smirks happily and Niall rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. You're just kind of preppy," Niall tells him. Harry quirks a brow and leans forward.
"Is that bad?"
"Not bad... Just not that good," Niall chuckles.
"It's perfect," Louis pipes up, smiling at the curly haired boy.
"Don't be gross in my car. Louis, you know the rules," Niall shouts and Harry jumps back. Niall laughs at the boys reaction while Louis just shakes his head and unbuckles his seat belt. He crawls into the back and sits next to Harry - which is basically on his lap.
"He can't be as annoying if I'm back here," Louis whispers to Harry. Harry just nods and Louis really can't help it. He leans forward and connects their lips and Harry melts into it, letting the shorter have control.
"You two are so fucking gross. There is no kissing or flirting in my car unless it's me doing it," Niall rambles. Harry pulls away and buries his face in Louis' neck, small puffs of laughter coming from him.
"I'm happy you find me funny," Niall remarks.
"Oh, shut up," Louis grumbles.
They finally arrive at the skate park and Harry follows shyly behind Louis. Louis takes his hand and gently leads him over to the large group of people. Harry recognizes most from school, but some are new faces.
"I brought Louis and the new boy," Niall says when they arrive. He goes and sits next to a pretty blonde girl that seems quite happy to have his attention.
"This is Harry," Louis says, gesturing to him with the hand that's not holding Harry's. Harry awkwardly waves and Eleanor smiles at him warmly, patting the area near her.
"Come sit," she offers. Harry thankfully moves to sit next to her and Louis follows. Harry sits and Louis goes in between his legs. Eleanor smiles at the small act. She loves the two boys together and finds them quite adorable.
"I like your shirts," she chuckles. Harry's cheeks flush, while Louis smiles proudly.
"Ni made them. I think it's cute that we match," Louis says, leaning back and looking up at Harry. Harry rolls his eyes, but he pulls Louis closer. The warmth of the shorter boy is comforting and Harry needs his comfort right now.
"So, Prep, you smoke?" a guy across the circle calls. His hair is dark, along with his eyes and Harry notices the way Eleanor's eyes seem to linger on him.
"Don't call him that, Max," Louis spits out and Harry gently rubs his thumb along Louis' thigh. It's evident they don't get along.
"Fuck off, Tomlinson, it's a joke," - Max shoots back - "Do you though?"
"Occasionally," Harry replies.
"Do you drink?" Max continues to question.
"Regularly," Harry replies with a half smile. There's a small cheer from the group and then Niall is tossing Harry a beer. Harry just thanks him and opens the bottle, gulping back the bubbly substance.
Louis ends up sharing a joint with Eleanor and then he drinks three beers. He's not really intoxicated, but he's clearly not all there. Harry's on his third beer also and he's not in a rush to have more. He's creating small talk with Louis' friends. He's surprised at how well he can actually fit in.
"We should golf sometime," Niall says across from him. The two boys have bonded over golfing and terrible jokes. Harry thinks there's worse things to bond over.
"Sounds fun. After we can swim at my house," Harry suggests. Louis scrunches his nose and turns to face the taller boy.
"Niall's a loser. Swim with me," Louis whines. Harry can see his eyes are slightly glassy, but not as bad as everyone else's.
"I swim with you all the time," Harry tells him. Niall turns his attention away from them, understanding that Louis wants Harry all to himself at the moment.
"We don't swim naked," Louis pouts. Harry kisses his pouted lips briefly, his half smile never leaving his face.
"I won't swim naked with Niall either," Harry promises.
"I didn't think you would. We should swim naked... And then I want to fuck you," Louis blurts. Harry laughs and kisses the boys nose.
"You want to fuck me?" Harry asks, his eyes glinting with the streetlights.
"Everyday. Even right here, right now," Louis murmurs, his lips brushing against Harry's jaw. Harry shivers from the feeling of his lips and his hands move to pull the boy impossibly closer.
"My house is empty," Harry blurts. Louis pulls away to look him in the eyes. Louis scans his face quickly, trying to asses the situation.
"Serious?"
"Serious."
"Fuck it, let's go," Louis rushes, standing to his feet. He reaches down and helps Harry up. Louis stumbles, but regains his footing and links his and Harry's hands together.
"Hey, assholes, we're leaving," Louis calls. They all turn and wave at the two. The two start to walk down the street, Louis practically skipping.
"Lou?" Harry says weakly as they arrive at his front door. His parents are still out as expected.
"Yeah, sweetheart?" Louis asks, tilting his head.
"Can you promise me you won't just leave after this?" Harry asks. It's stupid, but the last person - the person he lost his virginity to - just left him. Didn't even look at him after the deed was done. Louis gives him a sad look and stands on his tiptoes, kissing his lips gently.
"I won't leave. I'll be there when you wake up," Louis promises. Harry places his hands on Louis' waist and rests his forehead against his.
"Okay. I just-I can't do that-"
Louis stops him by kissing him again, his lips moving soft against his. Harry loves the way their lips mold together perfectly.
"I'll be here. Don't even worry, Harry," Louis reassures him. Harry nods and leans down again, craving the taste of Louis' mouth. Louis happily kisses him back, pushing Harry against his closed door.
Eventually they open the front door and make it up the stairs to Harrys room. Their clothes are shed and marks are left. Moans fill the room and the smell of sweat and basically just sex lingers in the air. They clean themselves up and Harry has to open his window before he flops down into his bed naked and clean. He worries about Louis leaving through his open window while he sleeps, but lets himself drift off despite that.
When he wakes up the next morning Louis is sleeping next to him as promised.