Doncaster, England📍
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Louis' mum and dad were on their way, and fuck, I couldn't stress enough how much pain I was in seeing Louis stay in bed completely mute.
Earlier, after he and I. . well he woke up, I ran him a bath. He hadn't said one word. One word.
"The bath is running." Louis nodded into the pillow he was hugging. "Come on, let's get you cleaned before they come."
He shook his head into the pillow.
I sighed and walked over to him, picking up his weak body in my arms. His legs immediately wrapped around my waist and arms around my neck with habit. I held onto the back of his thighs firmly while walking into the restroom.
Going to let go, he stayed attached to me, so I shrugged and leaned down to shut off the tap. His body stuck like a leech that wouldn't go no matter which way you move, walk or run.
"Come on, Lou." He stayed put. I sighed again and slowly got on my shins, prying him off carefully and placing him on the ground against the bath.
"Arms up." He obliged and I lifted his jumper up slowly, he moved a little but didn't even laugh. He was in a horrible state.
I sunk in my lips when my hands moved down to his sweats. "I'm just going to get you undressed for the bath, okay?" He nodded and leaned back, head falling back to the edge of the bath.
His eyes were red and starting to get glossy again, I physically couldn't stand watching him like this.
I undid the tie on his sweats and slowly pulled them down, him lifting his hips slightly so I could. When I was done, I leaned up to him and cupped his face carefully. "It'll be okay, Lou."
He just stared at me, this blank look. I had taken him a bath, washed his hair, body, dried him and dressed him. He was completely zoned and mute. And now, I was on my knees behind him on the bed, brushing back his wet hair with a comb.
He was dressed in one of my shirts, oversized for him, and baggier sweats. I won't bring up how he silently cried in the bath. Well, I just did, but then he cried a little more in my hold before I had put on his shirt.
Finally, I put down the comb and sat down behind him, turning him around to face me. Strands of hair fell to the sides of his symmetrically proportional face, his eyes locked in his lap while his head drooped.
"Baby, please speak to me."
His head lifted slowly, eyes blinking to fixate on mine. I waited for him to open his mouth, to say something, just something, but nothing came.
And it got worse when his phone rang to the ID of his father. Tears started to pour out of his eyes automatically making my heart tear in two.
I miss sunshine Louis. I fucking despise his shit-hole dad.
My hands reached out and grabbed his thin waist, pulling him onto my lap for what it felt like the billionth time.
I cupped his face in my hands and stared him in the eyes. He wasn't making any whimpering sounds but tears were flooding out. My thumbs moved across his cheekbones, wiping them away from his beautiful face. He was just beautiful, crying made his eyes pop.
His lips were pulled into a quiver, eyes glancing at my own lips. I just stared at him, he needed comfort.
Apparently he thought something else, because he was now placing his hands in my hair and capturing my lips in a warm kiss. I sucked in a breath, giving him access to kiss me even deeper, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
His hands collided with my chest, pushing me down to the bed slowly. Our mouths opened wider, heads tilting to get a better grip on our lips. I kept my hands on his waist but his travelled down to my sweats. His fingers looped between the tie, getting it undone.
I groaned into his mouth, fingers trailing up his back. When he started tugging my sweats down is when I pulled away. "What are you doing?"
He shook his head and went down for another kiss, I let it happen and closed my eyes again. I lifted my hips so he could take off the sweats, throwing them on the floor.
He reached for his own tie as well, pushing his tongue back into my mouth and moving in for a deep kiss. His trousers soon came off too and now I was fully aware of what he wanted.
My hands moved down his naked sides, going to grope his bum. He groaned—First noise I've heard all day besides sobs.
"Lou- Louis." He pulled back, both of us panting. "We can't do this, not with you like this." He stared at me, searching my eyes for a moment.
"Please," he croaked out, voice raspy. "It's- it's not because I'm sad. I really want you." He stared directly in my eyes, seriousness spreading through the core. "I also don't know the last time I'll see you, and I've been wanting to do this all break." He bit his bottom lip nervously, watching my expression.
"Louis. ." I sighed, lightening my grip on his sides.
"Unless you don't want to, I understand." He moved to get off of me but I held him close again.
"Are you insane? I've been dying to do this." I let out a chuckle, and finally, oh finally he was smiling. It wasn't too big but it showed happiness. Did I make him happy?
He nodded and reached down under my bed, unzipping a bag and pulling out lube and a condom. Oh thank God he knows what prep is.
His fingers looped under my briefs again, pulling them down and off. I leaned my head back has he began stroking my length, just enough to make me moan lowly and then I heard him open the bottle. "Ready?"
I nodded. "Yeah." At least he was speaking.
Without knowing when, I lifted my hips once his slim finger pushed to my rim, cold liquid making it easier for when he slipped it all the way down. A low moan escaped my throat, fingers running through my hair.
Another one he stuck in, more of a whimper coming out of my mouth this time so he stayed there for a while, waiting till I adjusted. Finally, a third fit in, my fist clenching the sheets to my left as my neck fit the edge of the bed, head leaning off.
He moved them out then back in again causing my lower back to arch slightly. "O-okay, now," I panted, his fingers pulling out almost making me miss the feeling. I don't even remember when he took off his pants but then he was pushing his tip against my entrance.
His hands clasped firmly on my hips. "Harry." I breathed in, lifting my head to look at him. Oh, man did he look hot.
He leaned down, locking my lips with his gently. My brows knitted as I cupped his face, without warning I was gasping away from the kiss and rolling my eyes behind my head as he pushed in.
Once he bottomed out I was able to breath properly, it was an odd feeling that I haven't felt in a while. But I liked it, I've missed it.
"Move," I demanded lowly.
Right then he moved out, a gasp escaping my lips, then he was pushing back in slowly. My back arched at the feeling, him continuing this now swiftly. His face buried into my neck, breathing against the back of my ear which he'd kiss occasionally.
His body curved as he ground into me, something that was new and incredibly good.
A moan left my throat. "Faster, Lou."
He pulled out slowly, making me confused. When I went to move my head up though it was instantly brought back down to the bed when he slammed into me.
My hand flew to my mouth, Louis continuing this, body moving faster each time making the bed shift back and forth. My fingers curled against the sheets again, deathening sound of the squeaking bed and headboard hitting the wall filling the room.
He ground down into me again and hit my prostate. "Ag- again," I whimpered and tilted my head back against the wall of the bed.
Louis tightened his grip on my hips, faster pace continuing as his body collided with mine in another grind.
He hit that spot again, and I couldn't help but let out a higher but octaved moan into his ear, biting at the lobe timidly. My other hand grasped in the hair on the back of his head.
His lips suctioned on my neck, sucking intently while he pushed in rapidly and rhythmically with my hips that bucked up. His hand moved under me and pushed against my lower back that couldn't get out of an arch. He sped up his pace, continuing to hit that spot.
My legs hugged tightly around his waist, heel pushing into the indent above his ass. I let out a moan as he lifted my hips up to collide with a simultaneous thrust.
"I- I. ." A louder noise escaped my mouth but I seriously couldn't speak as he ground into me again, shockingly deft.
My legs moved rather high up his back, and with one last thrust and groan from me, I came over my chest and stomach.
He rode into me hard as I finished and worked from my high, releasing himself and filling inside me. He moaned lowly against my neck and ground into me a couple more slow times.
We both sighed and his chest fell on top of mine, my legs slowly falling to the back of his thighs.
He pushed himself off of me after a moment and pulled out. I gasped quietly at the loss of warmth and slowly sat up while he fell on to his back, tossing the condom into the bin.
I got up and grabbed a towel, wincing as I took steps and cleaned myself off.
When done, I moved into bed next to Louis who curled up at my side, fingers immediately going into my—which he likes to call—prince hair.
His mouth opened and said something I honestly wasn't expecting, "I licked your cum off my chest." He laughed lowly with a cocky smile.
I grimaced. "Gross. ."
He laughed again and moved his arms out, stretching while his hand not near me gripped the pillow above. He left his face turned the other way, bare chest still heaving a bit.
"How was it?" He asked quietly, making me smile as I stared at his side profile.
"Really good." His other arm laid behind my neck, fingers threading through my curls as his body shook with a laugh.
"Good." He looked at me. "'Cause I was a virgin."
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