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He didn't really think the whole plan through; all he knew was that he wanted to leave his house for a day or two, maybe scare his parents a bit so they'd stop thinking he wasn't important.

The only place he knew (and actually wanted to go to) that his parents couldn't find out was Harry's house. Louis liked it there more than he liked his own house.

So once he was ready to go, he sat down at his desk and wrote a small note to his parents.

I'm going away for a bit. Still going to school. Don't bother finding me.

Louis.

It was the stupidest thing he'd ever done in his life, but he was so blinded by fury and sadness that he just wanted to escape for a while.

He didn't text Harry though, just in case he decided to turn around because it was a bad idea. After he left the note on his desk (he knew his mother would come into his room in the morning when he wouldn't show up on time for breakfast), he made sure everyone was in their room before he left.

He snuck out through the back and after he made sure to lock the door, he began walking down the street towards Harry's house.

It began to rain, of fucking course, because God apparently hated Louis. He was drenched and shivering by the time he reached Harry's house around eleven o'clock.

Should he ring the doorbell? Should he ring Harry?

He chose to ring the doorbell, unlike any normal teenager. It wasn't long until the door was opened and Ms. Cox stood there, staring at him.

"Um, hello. I'm here-"

"Harry's upstairs. I'm about to leave." She said, shooting him a sad smile before grabbing her purse from the kitchen table and leaving.

Louis locked the door and took off his hood, and then walked up the stairs. He knocked on Harry's bedroom door before he slowly opened it.

"Louis?" Harry asked confused, eyes drifting down to Louis' bag.

"Yeah. Uh. Hi. I kind of um-I ran away from home? My parents uh...they didn't really take the news well and I couldn't take it anymore. Can I stay here? I know it's out of a sudden and-"

"Lou, it's fine." Harry assured and Louis sighed relived. He knew that when Harry called him Lou they were okay.

"Well I'm going to take a shower now because I'm completely drenched in sweat and rain." Louis told him and Harry smiled, returning to what seemed to be his homework.

He was doing homework at 11 o'clock. Wow.

Louis showered quickly and then changed into a pair of Nike sweats and Harry's comfortable gray sweater.

"Whatchu doin'?" he asked as he came up behind Harry, wrapping his arms around the older boy's neck and squishing their cheeks together.

"Homework."

"In what?"

"Math." Harry answered, rolling his eyes. "I hate math."

"Aren't you tired?"

"A bit."

"Do you want me to make you coffee?"

"Do you even know how to make coffee?"

"No but I can look it up online."

"Jesus Christ."

"Don't mock my skills Harold or I'll spike your coffee."

"I won't even drink it then."

Louis shook his head and pulled away from Harry, taking a step to lean against the desk and look at him.

"So do you want me to do it or not?"

"Sure baby give it a try and if we die then so be it."

"Don't be so dramatic." Louis scoffed, trying to hold his smile down at Harry's pet name.

"Do you know how a coffee filter looks like?"

"I'm going to bash your face into the table." Louis threatened and Harry made a mocking scared noise as Louis left the room.

He looked up 'how to make coffee' on Google as he leaned against the counter, and after he was pretty sure he'd grasped the concept of it, he was ready to do it.

Ten minutes later, he had a cup of coffee ready and called Harry downstairs.

"Can't you bring it up?" Harry yelled.

"NO! Move your arse!"

"Gee, take a chill pill."

Harry emerged from upstairs and walked towards him before taking the mug from Louis' hand.

"Oh my God." Harry choked as soon as he took a sip. "It tastes like feet."

"It does not. Gimme it."

"You didn't taste it before you gave it to me?"

"No! And it's not even that b-Oh Christ."

Louis spat the coffee back in the mug before he poured it in the sink.

"That was the worst thing I've ever tasted." Harry said. "Turns out I was right."

"Shut up."

"If you ever cook I'm probably going to get food poisoning."

"You're so annoying." Louis said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter.

"Am I?" Harry asked, stepping closer so he had Louis pressed up against the counter.

"All the time."

"Then why did you come here?"

Because you make me feel safe

And home is wherever you are

"Can you not be a smartass for like five minutes."

"Nope." Harry smiled and leaned his head down to press their lips together.

The kiss started out innocently; gentle pecks and lip-sucking at first, but then it got more heated when Harry's tongue opened Louis' mouth.

Louis' hands immediately came up around Harry's neck and pulled him as close as possible, which caused their crotches to align and press against each other.

When Louis' hand trailed down Harry's chest to get into his pants, Harry slapped the hand away.

"Get your pants off, I'll be right back." Harry ordered.

Louis frowned but did as told anyway while Harry dashed up the stairs like a madman. He came back down a few seconds later, holding a condom and a bottle of lube in his hand. He placed them on the counter next to Louis.

Louis' heart started beating faster because this meant they were most probably going to have sex. Again. In the kitchen.

Harry dropped to his knees in front of him and mouthed over Louis' clothed cock for a couple of seconds before completely removing the briefs.

Louis hard on sprung free and Harry looked up to meet his eyes before he took it in his mouth. Louis closed his eyes and let his head fall back at the feeling.

"Does my mouth feel good baby?" Harry asked and Louis nodded, opening his eyes to look down at him.

"Do you want to fuck it?"

"Yeah." He breathed and slowly started moving his hips forward until the tip of his cock hit the back of Harry's throat repeatedly.

He picked up his pace once Harry assured him it was okay, and soon enough he was coming down Harry's throat with a moan, hands tangled in his hair.

Harry swallowed everything and after a few seconds he stood up. He cupped Louis' chin, a lot gentler than his father had as he brought their mouths together.

He rubbed their tongues together so Louis could taste himself on Harry's hot tongue.

"You taste so good."

Louis hummed and then helped him take his shirt off, and then worked on the belt. Harry was clearly hard in his sweats, so the moment the briefs came off his red cock collided with Louis'.

"Look how good our cocks look together." Harry said in a deep voice before taking both of them into his huge hand and jerking them off slowly.

Their lips met halfway and it wasn't even a kiss, it was just a filthy tangle of tongues and breaths.

Louis groaned in protest when Harry let go of their cocks but then bit his lip the moment he was hoisted up on the counter, Harry spreading his legs so he could stand between them.

He ran his hands up Louis' thighs, then up Louis' sides and finally cupped his face. He tilted Louis' head to the side so he could attach his mouth to his skin.

"Don't give me hickeys where people can see!" Louis said and tried to push his away.

"Why not? I want people to see that even though you broke up with Eleanor someone still has a claim on you."

"You think you have a claim on me?" Louis questioned and Harry nodded into his neck, sucking the skin into his mouth.

"Don't I?"

"I d-don't know."

Louis was struggling to talk because Harry's mouth was on his neck and one of his hands on his lower back, the other one teasing his hole.

When Harry pulled his head away from Louis' neck, he was already two fingers in, slowly stretching Louis out. He scissored his fingers the he knew Louis liked.

"O-oh God."

Harry smirked and knew he'd hit Louis' prostate, and then pulled his fingers out.

"Want to put it on?" Harry asked after he pulled the condom out of the wrapper.

"I'll try."

Louis pinched the top and slowly started rolling it down Harry's shaft, just like he'd seen in porn movies. Who knew they'd ever come in handy?

"Good job." Harry said and gripped into his cock, before lining it up at Louis' hole. He teased it a bit before he pushed in past the ring of muscle.

"Oh my God it feels so good."

"You're so tight baby, just like the first time. Amazing." Harry said, as he started moving, purposefully avoiding Louis' prostate just to tease him and see how much he could take.

"Harry, sto-op teasing."

"I don't know what you mean." Harry replied and started thrusting faster, placing his hands on either side of Louis' waist on the counter.

Louis gripped into Harry's biceps to steady himself, burying his head into Harry's shoulder.

When Harry gave a harder thrust Louis almost lost his balance but restored it by wrapping his legs around Harry's waist. The only sound in the room was the slap of skin on skin and their breathy moans.

"I love fucking you." Harry whispered in his ear, sucking on his lobe.

I fucking love you

Harry's hair was sticking to the sides of his face from fucking up into Louis and he looked so fucking hot that Louis could literally come just from looking at him.

"You're so hot." Harry groaned and scratched down Louis' thighs as he continued in a hard pace, meaning that he was really close himself. Red scratch marks appeared on Louis' thighs and they stung a bit but all Louis cared about at the moment was finally reaching his orgasm; second one in thirty minutes.

"Fuck." Louis cursed and Harry came at that because there was something that was just so hot about hearing Louis swear.

He tugged the orgasm out of Louis with slow, almost unbearable strokes on his cock, his thrust in sync. When Louis came he did it with a moan as shaky as his thighs.

"Look at your pretty tummy covered in your cum." Harry said and dipped two of his fingers in it, before taking them up to Louis' red, swollen mouth.

"Suck."

And Louis did because he wanted nothing but to please Harry.

"Such a cumslut." Harry grinned and Louis shouldn't have blushed but he did anyways.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

Louis smiled and let Harry take care of him; his chest was belly were wiped off with some kitchen roll napkins and he didn't move while Harry cleaned the counter (and a bit of the floor) until it was spotless.

"How many times can I come until I pass out?" Louis asked while Harry dressed him up with his briefs, leaning on his palms so he could lift his ass up.

"I once made a guy cum three times before he passed out."

"Who?"

Harry shrugged. "Someone from Holmes Chapel."

"Speaking of Holmes Chapel, do you ever go back there?"

"To do what?"

"Just...see how it turned out."

"I don't have what to see. The house is still owned by my dad who is in prison so it can't be sold. And I don't have money for transportation anyway."

"I could take you there some time."

"Some time. But not in the near future."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't like to think about it. Now c'mon, hop down and let's go upstairs."

"Will you carry me?" Louis asked as Harry put on his own boxers.

"What are you, a baby?"

"Well you call me baby so."

Harry rolled his eyes but smiled, before he gripped into the back of Louis' thighs over the counter, lifting him up and holding him against his side. Louis wrapped his arms around Harry's neck as his legs dangled on Harry's sides.

"How much do you weight?" Harry asked as he walked up the stairs.

"Why? Am I too heavy?"

"No, 'm just curious."

"Well I'm definitely heavier than you."

"I weigh like, seventy something."

"Yeah because you have muscles. I weigh sixty-eight kilos because of all the fat."

"Shut up. You're saying you're fat just so I can tell you you're not."

"Not true." Louis protested and squealed when Harry dropped him on the bed.

"I'm gonna go take a shower."

While Harry showered, Louis brushed his teeth and then dressed up in his cotton pyjamas. He sat down on the bed and it kind of hurt a bit to sit down because of the sex he just had; but that was pain he was willing to endure.

When Harry came out of the bathroom, all soapy smelling and dressed in his sweats, Louis was sitting cross-legged on the bed, going through Harry's math homework.

"Are you actually checking my homework?" Harry asked and dropped down next to him at the edge of the bed.

"Just making sure you did everything correctly."

"And? Is it good?"

"Surprisingly, yes it is."

"Are you calling me stupid?"

"No, I'm calling you neglectful."

Harry rolled his eyes and dropped the homework on his desk once Louis handed it back to him.

Louis was the first one to get under the blanket, and Harry followed his actions after he turned the light off. They laid in silence for a few minutes; Louis with his head on Harry's chest and an arm over his stomach, until Harry asked him exactly how his parents had reacted when they found out.

"My uh-my mom was really upset and she didn't even bother to stay and lecture me. And my dad-"

He stopped talking because his voice was about to break. The reminder of his dad threatening him and slapping him was just too much for Louis to stomach. He'd always thought his father was an honest, disciplined man but apparently he'd been wrong all along.

"What about your dad?"

"He slapped me. And threatened to send me off to a boarding school and I just-I can't." Louis said and his voice shook before he started crying.

Harry's hand came up to stroke his hair.

"It's alright."

"No it's not!" Louis said. "It's not. Because I'm fat and gay and my father is cheating on my mother, which means that they'll end up divorcing. If they reacted this way about me breaking up with a girl, how will they react when they find out I'm gay?"

"Please stop crying baby." Harry said and Louis looked up at him to see that he also had glassy eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because you're crying and I hate to see you like this."

Louis felt his heart warm up. "I've never seen you cry."

"I've learned to keep my feelings in check by now but you make me weak."

Louis smiled through the tears that kept spilling even though he'd stopped sobbing about his problems. He scooted further up the bed until her could properly kiss Harry on the lips.

Harry's hands came to wrap around his back and tangle in his hair, pulling him closer under the covers.

"You're really nice." He whispered against his lips and Harry smiled. "Sometimes."

"Only sometimes?" Harry teased into his mouth.

Louis nodded and buried his head into the crook of Harry's neck. They fell asleep like that; legs tangled together and hearts beating faster than usual.

Louis' alarm woke them up the next morning, annoyingly blaring from under the pillow.

"What the fuck." He mumbled as he pulled it out and hit the red button on the screen. It then dawned on him that Harry wasn't in the bed. He would've called out for him but then he remembered that Ms. Cox was also probably in the house.

He quickly brushed his teeth and pulled on his school dress pants and a striped shirt before going down the stairs. He was surprised to see Harry at the counter, trying to flip (and succeeding) pancakes in a frying pan.

"You made pancakes?" Louis asked and sat down at the table.

"Told you I knew how to cook."

"You never told me that."

"Well you know now. Do you want water or orange juice?"

"Is the water from the tap?"

"No, I left a bucket outside yesterday in the rain because that's how we get our water around here."

"You're joking right?"

Harry shook his head. "Of course I'm joking. Bottled water or orange juice?"

"Is the orange juice freshly squeezed or-"

"Oh for fuck's sake just pick something from the fridge."

Louis got up from the chair and opened the fridge. He frowned when he saw that it was almost empty, except for half-emptied jar of strawberry jam, a few yoghurts, a bottle of orange juice and one of expired milk.

"Is that all you have in the fridge?"

Harry nodded and shrugged.

"We need to wait until next week when my mom and I get our paychecks."

"What about the tips you earned at your job?"

"I can't keep any because I owe money to a lot of people."

"Oh." Louis said, feeling a bit sad. "And what do you usually eat for breakfast then?"

"Bread and jam."

"With no butter?"

"Who puts butter on jam bread?"

"Who doesn't? Were those the last eggs you used for the pancakes?"

Harry nodded and turned around to place a pancake on each of their plates.

This meant that they were also out of flour and everything else Harry used to make the pancakes.

"How are we getting to school?"

"On the motorcycle."

"There is no way I'm getting on that to go to school."

"Bus then."

"Like a public bus?"

"No Lou, the private bus."

"They have those?"

"Of course they don't." Harry laughed and Louis pouted.

"Can we just walk then? It's a ten minute walk anyway."

"I guess."

"How come you were up so early?" Louis questioned as they ate.

"I usually wake up at half past six."

"Why?"

Harry shrugged, and at the same time Louis' phone started buzzing.

"Oh shit it's my mom." Louis said and his heart started beating faster. He didn't bother to answer her call, or the three other ones that followed from his father.

"You can't tell anyone I'm staying at your house okay?"

"Sure."

Once they were done eating they packed their schoolbags, and after Harry announced that they were leaving (probably to his mom), they left the house.

"You staying over tonight too?"

"I think so. Is that a problem?"

"Of course not. What time to you get off from school?"

"Two."

"Take my keys then because I get off at three."

"What do you usually eat for lunch?"

"At school."

"And dinner?"

"I don't usually eat dinner unless we have proper food in the kitchen or if I go out."

"Okay."

An idea about buying groceries and making dinner for Harry was already starting to bloom in Louis' mind and he smiled. He was going to google 'easy recipes' once he got home from school.

Home

As expected, Eleanor didn't even bother to talk to him at school and I seemed as everyone already found out about them breaking up because girls started flirting with him and guys invited him to a lot more parties than before.

And as if the day hadn't been shitty enough, during third break he was called to the principal's office. He knew his parents were there because he'd never been called to the principal's office before.

It turned out that Louis had been right; because as soon as he stepped into the office, he was met by his mother's yelling.

"What in the world are you thinking Louis William Tomlinson?!"

She threw a crumbled paper at his chest. That must've been the note he left them on his desk.

"You ran away from home? Are you going completely mental?" his father stepped in.

Louis shot the principal a look to see what he was doing. He was staring at them without saying anything.

"Where are you even staying? We called your friends-"

"I'm staying in a motel."

Whatever that is

I read it in a book

"A motel!" his father repeated, throwing his hands up in the air. "You're losing your mind boy!"

"Come back to the house Louis, don't be an idiot."

"I'll come back in a few days when I've cleared my head and once you stop treating me like a child who can't make decisions. I'm eighteen! I'm allowed to make my own choices, especially if they're going to affect my future."

His mother sighed, probably realizing that he was right but his father wouldn't have it.

"You're coming home and you're getting back with Eleanor! Her parents are devastated! She is devastated! Everyone is-"

"I told you, I'm not coming home until you've decided that I'm an adult and that I don't need my parents to control my future. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to."

And with that, he turned around and left the office without even saying goodbye. He felt an unfamiliar rush of adrenaline and he was incredibly proud of himself for finally standing up to his parents.

As soon as school was over he got in a taxi and asked to be taken to Tesco. Once he got there he told the driver to wait for him, so he got out of the car and walked over to the entrance.

Half and hour later he had two bags full to the point of exploding, filled with groceries. The taxi took him back to Harry's house and after he paid him, he struggled to unlock the door.

It seemed like no one was home so he didn't bother to undress before stocking the fridge and the cupboards until they were barely closeable.

Then he changed into more comfortable clothes and started on his homework.

He was halfway through an equation when he heard the front door close and Harry calling out for him.

"Got my test back." Harry said as soon as he walked into the bedroom.

"How much?"

"Eighty-nine."

"Oh my God that's great!" Louis exclaimed and pulled him in by his collar to kiss his lips. "Celebration blowjob?"

"As much as I'd love to, I have to get to work in ten minutes. I'll take the motorcycle so I'll be home at about...half past seven, quarter to eight."

"Okay."

"You can manage on your own?"

Louis rolled his eyes. "Of course I can. When will your mom be home?"

"She has work until eleven. Works twelve hours."

"That's horrible."

"Not really."

"You're heartless."

Harry shrugged and quickly let his backpack drop on the bed.

"Oh and by the way, do you mind if I cook dinner?"

"If you have what to cook with, don't burn the house down and don't give me food poisoning then sure."

"If you don't like the food you can eat me out." Louis said and Harry smirked, before he bent down to place a kiss to Louis' lips and leave.

Louis finished his homework at half past six so after he took a long, well-deserved shower, he sat down at the table in the kitchen to look up easy to make recipes.

He found one that sounded quite fancy but easy to make and he had all the ingredients for it. All he needed was to make sure he didn't set the kitchen on fire.

It took him a bit over an hour to make everything and as he washed his hands he heard Harry's motorcycle coming up the street.

It wasn't long until Harry came in, unzipping his jacket as he closed the door.

"You actually cooked something? Without having to call the firefighters?" Harry asked in a mock surprise, walking over to Louis to look down at the set table.

"You like?"

"It smells...good actually." Harry admitted and leaned down to kiss Louis, but the younger boy placed a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Ew, but you don't. You're sweaty."

Harry laughed. "I'm gonna take a shower. Where'd you get the food?"

"Went grocery shopping."

"You didn't." Harry said incredulously but turned around to open the fridge, then the cupboards. "Holy shit."

"You can thank me by taking a shower."

"Fine."

Louis sat down at the table and fixed his fringe, smiling to himself.

When Harry came down he had changed into a Pink Floyd t-shirt and a pair of Nike sweats. He sat down at the table across from Louis, inspecting the food closely.

"What's this thing around it? I am literally not eating this. For safety issues."

"You seem to like eating my ass." Louis pointed out.

Harry stared at him for a moment before he picked up his fork.

"Touché."

Louis smiled, pleased, before he started eating too.

"So my parents came to school today." He said after a few bites.

Harry raised his eyebrows as he stuffed his mouth, sign for Louis to continue.

"And my father started telling me that I've gone mental and stuff but I told him that I'll go back to the house once they realize that I'm a responsible adult who can make his own choices." Louis rambled, proud of himself.

"Oh you are a responsible adult, I completely agree." Harry said and took a sip from the apple orange juice Louis had poured in their glasses.

"Stop mocking me! I've never talked back to my parents, let alone stood up to them for myself."

"I know baby I'm proud of you."

Louis smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You're smiling like an idiot."

"I like it when you call me baby. It's better than Lou. Or princess."

"You like to be manhandled then." Harry observed.

Louis shrugged, but nodded.

"Good to know."

"You've got some food on the corner of your mouth."

Harry wiped it off and then proceeded to suck it off his finger.

"That's disgusting."

"I literally had your dick in my mouth and you think this is disgusting?"

Louis giggled (he actually giggled) and Harry smiled at him.

"So is this like a date?" Harry asked and Louis turned serious.

"If you want?"

"If you want."

"I want."

"Okay then. It's a date."

"If I knew this would happen I would've dressed up fancier."

Harry rolled his eyes fondly and Louis tried to hide a smile into the back of his hand but miserably failed.

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The next day they went out with their group at Rockies diner again, and this time Harry put an arm around Louis' shoulder as soon as they sat down.

"So now that Harry and Louis fucked, when is your turn?" Niall asked after the waitress took their order.

Louis blushed and leaned into Harry because he was warm and Harry.

"I don't know where you got your information from, but we had sex like a month ago." Zayn answered, opening his cigarette pack.

And it was the first time Louis didn't feel the need to compare himself to Liam because as long as he knew he had Harry, nothing else really mattered to him.

"Is it true that you had your first date this Monday? That's so cute!"

Louis nodded, smiling and Harry squeezed his shoulder.

"I cooked." He bragged.

Barbara and Liam groaned, rolling their eyes because Louis had been talking their ears off about it.

"What did you cook?" Niall asked, obviously hungry.

Louis smiled and held two hands up to mime the action.

"I cooked chicken, stuffed with mozzarella cheese, wrapped in parma ham with a side of homemade mash."

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