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So yes, Louis might have been in love with Harry and yes, he might have wanted to make it official. And he also might have been too scared to confront Harry about it.

It was Friday and Louis hadn't returned to his house yet, but he was planning to do so on Sunday. He still had a few clean clothes left but he was planning on going to his house today to get the car. He wanted to drive Harry to Holmes Chapel because he partly wanted to see where Harry spent his childhood, and he also wanted Harry to have some closure with his dad.

He decided to tell him after school, since they both got off at the same time. No pun intended.

Louis met Harry behind his school where he sometimes smoked with Zayn after classes were over. They were leaning against the wall as usual, smoking and loudly talking about something.

"Hi." Louis greeted and looked up at Harry, expecting a kiss. Harry smiled and leaned down to peck his lips before he pulled him closer by his shoulders.

Zayn looked between them curiously.

"So are you guys finally in a relationship? Because I'm done hearing Harry talking about-"

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Harry rushed and Zayn raised his eyebrows.

Louis bit his lip as he watched Zayn, who was confused for a moment, then caught what Harry was trying to say.

"Oh yeah, I do have to-um. Yes. See you tonight at Niall's then."

Louis waved him goodbye and waited for him to fully disappear from his line of vision before turning to Harry.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing."

Louis pouted and tried to figure out a way to ask Harry about where they stood with their relationship. The question could either ruin or improve everything.

"So um...about what he asked." He started out slow, staring at Harry to observe his every reaction.

"What about that?"

"I was just wondering 'cause we've been known each other for like, a long time now-"

"Six months."

"And we've been close for about three of them...so I was just, uh." He stuttered, scratching the back of his head because his heart was literally beating out of his chest.

"You were what?" Harry asked, but the smile on his face probably gave away the fact that he already knew what Louis wanted to ask.

"Oh God stop looking at me with that frog face. I'm going to turn around and ask you."

"Ask me what?" Harry teased and Louis rolled his eyes, turning around.

"I wanted to ask you what we were exactly. Like...are we togetherortogether together?"

"Hm...should I tell the answer to your mesmerizing backside?"

"Fuck off." Louis huffed but turned back around to face him.

Harry shot him a forced bright smile, not saying anything. He was so frustrating, Louis was going to explode.

"So are you my boyfriend or not? Because I know you said you're aromantic or whatever but I've been in a relationship before and I know-"

"Stop blabbering." Harry laughed and placed a hand over Louis' mouth. "I wouldn't mind it if we were official."

"Like boyfriend-boyfriend? Boyfriends?" Louis almost choked on his words.

"Whatever you want to call it."

Louis let out a relieved breath before Harry pulled him in for a kiss by his collar.

"Watch the shirt." He warned into Harry's mouth and the older boy chose to shut him up by smashing their mouths together.

Louis was pulled against Harry by his hips, so he wrapped his arms around his neck, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. He was sure his heart would literally break through his ribcage because all he felt at the moment were butterflies and an unfamiliar wave of happiness he hadn't felt ever since he got the Lamborghini.

This is definitely much better than a Lamborghini

He squealed when Harry gripped into the back of his thighs to hoist him up and turn him around. He was pushed against the brick wall of the school as Harry snogged the life out of him. He didn't really mind to be honest.

They broke the kiss a minute later, breathing into each other's mouths as they did so.

"Do you want to go to Niall's party tonight?" he asked Harry, who was still holding him up against the wall. It was ridiculous.

"Depends. Do you want to?"

"I was thinking we could do something else."

"Like what?" Harry asked, smirking at the thought of something else.

"Maybe I could drive us to Holmes Chapel tonight? Hear me out. We could drive there and then I can see where you used to live. And maybe we could visit your dad and ask him about signing the house over to you?"

Harry was staring at him weirdly and Louis thought that maybe he'd crossed the line. Of course Harry wouldn't have wanted to go back to his childhood house because he didn't have many pleasant memories there.

"I'm sorry-I shouldn't have-"

"No. It's fine. We can do that."

"Seriously? I mean if you don't-"

"Lou. It's fine."

And the Lou was what assured Louis of everything being fine between them.

He smiled. "But before we do that I have to go over to my house to get the car. And then I'll pick you up from yours?"

"Sure." Harry replied before he leaned in for another kiss.

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When Louis got to his house no one but his sisters and maids were there.

"Louis please come back!" Lottie pleaded as soon as he entered the house. "Mom and dad have been yelling non stop because of you."

Louis felt bad for doing this to his sisters, so he assured her that he'd be back on Sunday.

"Where are you going now?" she asked, invading his privacy as usual.

"To a party. Came to take a shower and pick up the Lambo."

"Oh. Okay. I miss you and Eleanor by the way."

And we're done here

Louis walked up to his room where he took a shower and changed into a pair of comfortable jeans, a grey tee and a blue jacket. He grabbed one of the envelopes of cash from his secret drawer before he pulled out the keys and left.

He sent Harry a text as soon as he got into the car, running his hand over the leather seats that he'd kind of missed.

Louis be ready in five minutes :D and don't forget my duffle bag!!!!!!

Harry: okay !!!!!! xx

Louis smiled at the two x's that Harry had recently started putting at the end of each text. He didn't really know what they meant, but he thought they were like kisses or something.

He came to a half in front of Harry's house three minutes later and waited about five minutes until he finally came out of the house with two bags in hand. He took the time to set up the GPS to the address Harry had texted him.

Louis would've honked but didn't really want the people in London to hear his car. He smiled to himself as Harry opened the door and finally got in.

"There is no place for these bags." He observed and ended up stuffing them at his feet.

"Buckle up."

"Please don't drive like a madman." Harry asked before putting on his seatbelt.

"I would never." Louis answered innocently, a small smile playing on his lips.

Harry turned on the radio as soon as Louis started driving and that was that.

"So I'm going back to the house on Sunday." He told Harry one hour into the ride.

"Oh. Okay? I guess."

"And I'm thinking about coming out to them."

"Whoa. That's...a big thing."

Louis laughed nervously as he stopped at a red light, and then turned his head to look at Harry.

"I think I'm gonna do it right after graduation so they can't really do anything about it."

"And how exactly do you plan on telling them?"

"Well...I don't know I'll probably be something like 'hey mom, dad I really can't wait to go to Uni oh and I like cock up my bum have a good day bye'."

Harry snorted and shook his head, just as Louis stepped on the acceleration pedal.

"That's a good way to do it. Or maybe they'll walk in on us like my parents did."

"Don't say that or it might actually happen." Louis joked.

"Please drive with two hands."

"Why?" Louis asked, smirking.

"Because I'm sweating right now and don't want to die."

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"So what's at the address that I'm driving us to?" Louis asked forty minutes later once they've officially entered Holmes Chapel.

"My old house. But we're not actually sleeping there right? It's creepy and probably dusty."

"We'll find a hotel." Louis assured him as he turned right and soon enough, he was pulling into an empty driveway.

"So this is where you used to live? It's a lot bigger than your current home."

"Yeah."

"Do you want to go in while there's still light outside?"

Harry nodded and they got out of the car. Louis made sure to lock it as they walked up to the front entrance. Harry leaned down and lifted a small decorative gnome to reveal a key.

"Seriously?" Louis asked.

"My mother was never really creative."

He unlocked the door before finally opening it. They didn't move for a few moments that Harry took to look inside. He ended up stepping over the doorstep, so Louis followed him.

He tried the light switch but there was no electricity, which meant that his father had cut off the electricity so he wouldn't have to pay any bills while in prison.

Everything was dusty but didn't really seem like it was about to fall apart.

"Do you want to see the whole house or just my room?"

"Your room." Louis answered and Harry nodded before turning around and walking up the stairs. Louis followed him closely, almost bumping into him once Harry stopped in front of his door.

"It's really...dark."

That was the only way Louis could describe it. The walls were painted black and the bedsheets that were still on were also black. There was a desk in the corner by the window and a few old posters hung on the walls. Louis didn't know any of the bands on the wall so he didn't really comment on those.

"This is weird." Harry said and sat down on his bed.

"Why?"

"Because I've never brought anyone in my room."

"No one?"

Harry nodded.

"Why not?"

"Because I thought that they'd get scared and think I'm some kind of freak."

"Were you?"

"What? A freak?"

Louis nodded, walking over to straddle him on the bed.

"I wasn't a freak, I was just sad."

Louis pouted sadly before he cupped Harry's face in his hands and brought their lips together. He wanted to hold Harry so tight until all the sadness got squeezed out of him.

"We should probably go back to the car and find a place to sleep before it gets dark and we can't see through the house." Harry suggested against his lips, squeezing Louis' hips.

Louis bit his lip and nodded, mind drifting off to riding Harry just like this.

Harry stood up from the bed and easily lifted Louis up with him, before placing him on his feet. Louis absolutely loved it when Harry manhandled him like that. It made him feel safe in a weird way.

It wasn't long after they got back into the car and drove towards the city center before they found a hotel. Well, it wasn't really a hotel as much as it was a motel, but it seemed cozy and nice so they decided to get a room there.

There was a middle aged woman at the front desk and there were a few people hanging out in the lobby so Louis thought that it wasn't that bad of a place to spend two nights.

"We'd like a room for two nights please." Louis asked and the lady looked at them curiously.

"Two beds or a king size?"

Harry didn't answer, waiting for Louis to make the decision.

"King sized please." Louis said and was almost scared by the woman's reaction. But she just smiled and handed him the key to room 312.

"That'll be one hundred."

Louis nodded, surprised because it was so incredibly cheap, before he handed her two fifty pound notes. She nodded and pointed them to the elevator.

"Don't you think you should buy me dinner first before we get a hotel room together?" Harry asked as soon as Louis entered their room.

"I cooked a fucking meal for you." Louis told him and dropped his bag on the bed, looking around the room. There was a door that led to the bathroom and a small balcony.

"Is it okay for you princess?" Harry asked as he dropped down on the bed.

"Not too shabby."

Harry snorted and shook his head, covering his eyes with his arm.

Louis bit his lip and stared at Harry like that, stretched over the bed and bicep bulging out as he pressed it against his face. He wanted to ride him more than anything at the moment.

So he stepped closer to the bed and propped a knee on it right next to Harry's thigh, before bringing the other one up too. Harry lifted his arm and stared at him surprised, not saying anything though.

Louis tugged on his shirt and Harry sat up properly, chests now aligned and lips attached. Louis' hands blindly found their way into Harry's hair while Harry's hands wrapped around his waist.

"I want to be on top this time." Louis said as soon as Harry started sucking on his neck.

Harry hummed and five seconds later, after making sure there would be a mark on Louis' neck, he pulled back.

"As in you want to fuck me?"

"Oh no! Riding I mean." Louis answered and blushed.

"I'd love that baby." Harry smiled and pushed Louis' jacket off his shoulders.

Louis stood up and then gracefully dropped to his knees between Harry's spread legs at the foot of the bed. Harry lifted his bum up to make the job of removing his jeans and briefs easier for Louis.

"Love sucking my cock, don't you?" he asked Louis, who nodded, not even ashamed to admit it. Harry's cock was hard and pink, sitting heavily against his stomach.

Louis wrapped his hand around it and licked a fat stripe from the base all the way up to the tip before taking it in his mouth. He loved the way Harry felt in his mouth, all thick and pulsing, leaking precome.

He teased the head with his tongue, making eye contact with Harry to make sure he was enjoying it-he was; judging by his heavy breaths and clenching abs.

He let go of Harry's cock before he pulled his own shirt off, then returning to sucking. He could feel his own pants getting tighter by the second, just from sucking Harry off.

"You need to stop if you don't want me to come in your mouth." Harry warned and Louis released his shaft with a loud popping sound.

"Up." Harry instructed and Louis did just that, unbuckling his jeans and getting out of them in the process. His boxers followed after, pooling at his ankles before he stepped out of them and closer to Harry until his knees his the bed.

Harry's hands immediately came up to grip into his ass and massage his cheeks, pressing kisses against his belly at the same time.

He placed his hands on Harry's shoulders for support before he straddled him once more.

"Lube and condoms?" Louis asked and Harry pointed out his bag on the other side of the huge bed.

Louis leaned over and Harry steadied him as he did so.

"I want to feel you properly." Harry said.

"Are you clean?"

"Never done it without a condom."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay then. But when we get back we're both getting tested."

Harry nodded and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, staring at Louis' dainty hands as they lubed up his cock. Louis then let the bottle fall on the bed next to Harry and kneeled up, just like he'd seen in some porn movies.

"Been watching porn?" Harry teased while Louis adjusted him so his tip would nudge against the ring of muscle.

"Shut up."

Harry gripped into the flesh of Louis' hips and slowly let him sink down until he was completely inside of him.

"Jesus Christ." He moaned at the sight of Louis seated on him with his cock so red and hard and begging to be touched.

"Do you want to move or should I?"

"Me." Louis said stubbornly and Harry would've laughed if he hadn't been so turned on.

Soon enough, Louis pushed Harry down on his back and slowly started going up and down, hands placed on Harry's chest for support. He began to go faster and faster, until he had quite a fast rhythm that seemed to drive Harry crazy.

"You look so pretty on top baby." Harry praised and Louis smiled, slowing down so he could find his prostate.

"Oh God." He moaned out loud when he finally got it, Harry's tip pressing right against it. He had a steady rhythm, and each bounce make him shake with pleasure. He stopped at one point and chose to just grind up and down, and then in 8 motions that rubbed him just right.

Harry's hands were now placed on his thighs, fingertips digging into the flesh as he watched him.

"No touching." He said and swatted Louis' hand when it came down to wrap around his painfully hard cock.

"But I'm-" Louis tried reasoning, voice dying as he eventually slowed down until he came to a full halt, too exhausted and on the edge of coming to do anything else.

"I've got you." Harry assured him and resumed his grip on Louis' hips before he began thrusting up into him, knowing how to hit Louis' prostate just right.

Louis fixed his fringe as Harry kept pounding into him before bringing his hands down to his chest to scratch down on it.

"Please Harry." Louis begged when Harry purposely missed his spot several times, keeping him on the edge.

"Please what?"

"Make me come."

Harry's fingernails scratched along Louis' sides as he gave a few more fasts thrust before he was coming straight against his prostate.

"Fuuuck." Louis breathed out and came as Harry carried out both their orgasm with slow, languid movements.

"You were so good." Harry told him when he pulled out and Louis collapsed on his chest, not even caring that he was getting his chest smeared with his own come.

"We need to take a shower. Not together though."

"Why not?" Harry pouted and Louis looked up at him.

"Because I'm too tired."

"I'll keep my hands to myself I promise."

"Okay then. No funny business."

"No funny business; got it." Harry smiled and Louis sat up.

"My ass hurts."

"I'm flattered."

"Wasn't a compliment."

"I'll take it as one anyway."

Louis rolled his eyes fondly and they both got up from the bed.

"We need to put the maid sign on the doorknob tomorrow so they can change the duvet." Louis observed laughing.

Harry turned on the shower and made sure to adjust the water just right before stepping in. Louis followed right after, sliding the glass door closed behind himself.

He had butterflies in his stomach and a warm feeling in his heart because he felt so comfortable being completely naked and himself around Harry, without the fear of being judged.

As soon as he water hit his chest, the come was washed off.

"I'll wash you. Turn around."

He did as Harry told him to, leaning back into his broad chest but making sure his hair didn't get wet. He closed his eyes as Harry's hands came up to his own chest, rubbing Louis all over and spreading the soapy gel.

Harry then made sure to wash his crotch too, not even hesitating to massage Louis' balls as he did so. He placed kisses up Louis' neck as he moved one of his hands to Louis' back, making sure to get gel all of it.

"Harry." Louis warned when Harry's fingers brushed against his hole that was still sore from before.

"I'm not doing anything."

Louis could hear him smiling as he whispered into his ear. And then he pulled back to wash himself too.

"See? I told you I could behave." Harry said and wrapped a towel around his waist. Louis chose to put on the fluffy bathrobe that was hung at the door in some plastic.

They brushed their teeth and after Louis got his contacts off they walked back to their room. He changed into his pyjamas and then climbed on the bed, getting under the covers.

"Can you turn the heating on before you get in?"

"It's already on." Harry said and lifted up the blanket to get in the bed. "You cold?"

"A bit."

"I'll snuggle you then."

Louis smiled. He'd always thought 'snuggle' was a cute word. He turned his back to Harry and it wasn't long until he felt a warm (naked) chest press against his back and arms wrapping around him.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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"Do you have Starbucks in this town?" Louis asked the next morning, on their way to the car. Well, more like afternoon because they woke up at twelve and it was now almost one pm.

"There is one about twenty minutes away from here. But it's a detour from our way."

"It's fine. Visiting hours end at eight anyway."

They got into the car and five minutes later they were on their way to the Starbucks Harry knew.

"Oh, it has a drive thru so we don't need to stop." Louis exclaimed and turned right around the corner.

"You're alright with eating in the car?" Harry asked, almost in a mocking tone.

"Shut up and tell me what you want."

"I'll tell you what I want."

"Tell me already." Louis said exasperated because there was another car waiting behind them.

"I'll tell you what I want what I really really want."

Louis laughed and rolled his eyes, before they finally ordered. He parked as soon as he found a spot and they spent fifteen minutes eating their brunch.

"Aren't you a bit nervous because you're going to see your dad after a long time?"

"A bit. But I don't think he'll attack me over the table or anything. At least I hope so."

They drove up to the real estate company Mr. Styles bought the house from, to retrieve some papers for him to sign.

"If he gets angry we can kiss the idea goodbye." Harry said two hours later when they were finally walking up towards the prison's main entrance.

"It's going to be fine." Louis tried to assure him but he could see that Harry was really nervous, in spite of his claims of not being.

They walked up to the officer at the front desk with bright smiles.

"How may I help you?" he asked, crossing his arms and looking them up and down.

"I'd like to visit um-Des Styles."

"And who may you be?" the officer continued, obviously recognizing the name.

"I'm Harry Styles, his son."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Since when do I need an appointment to visit someone in prison?" Harry asked, getting impatient.

"Since the beginning of time kid. Now go-"

"How about you talk to the Queen then hm?" Louis interjected and placed a hundred pound bill on the desk.

The guard looked down before taking it.

"This way gentlemen."

Harry scoffed but Louis pinched his side and followed the man. They were taken to a room filled with tables and chairs, supervised by two security guards.

"Bring Styles over." The officer muttered to one of the guards who nodded and disappeared. "Take a seat."

Louis and Harry sat down at the only vacant table. Louis couldn't help but look around the room; it was half filled with people dressed normally, half filled with men dressed in orange and cuffed hands that rested on the table. It wasn't as dirty as Louis would have imagined, but he couldn't really say it was clean either.

He looked up when he saw Harry staring at something and then froze when his eyes fell on the man that was being escorted to their table. His giant, rough-looking hands were cuffed in front of him and Louis could see the wave of recognition passing through his eyes when he saw Harry.

There was silence between the three of them when Mr. Styles sat down, placing his hands on the table. Louis trailed his eyes over his sleeve tattoos, scruffy beard and sunken, green eyes that matched Harry's.

"Didn't think I'd ever see you again." Mr. Styles said in a raspy low voice, intertwining his fingers. "Why are you here?"

Harry's leg was nervously bouncing up and down under the table so Louis placed a hand over his thigh to calm him down.

"I'm here to talk about the house. And to-just that."

"Talk about what about the house?"

"I want to sell it."

Mr. Styles loudly laughed for an entire minute before calming down.

"You want to sell the house?"

"Yes. And I need your signature for it."

"And why should I sell it?"

"Because you owe me. You owe us this. You fucked our entire life up when you beat the shit out of me that night. We live in a shitty house that we can barely afford because of you!" Harry exclaimed, cheeks turning red from anger.

Louis had never seen him get this angry, it was scary.

"The least you could do is sign a fucking papers and sell it. We'll split the money, seventy five-twenty five.

"That is completely-"

"Rational. You won't even live in it for the next few years. It will go to waste. Do this one thing for me and mom."

Mr. Styles stared at him for a moment.

"Fine."

Harry was obviously taken aback by the answer. He expected more of a fight but this was way better.

Louis placed the binder on the table before opening it and handing Mr. Styles a pen.

"And who's this?" Mr. Styles asked after he had signed the papers with a bit of difficulty due to the cuffs. "Your boyfriend?"

"None of your fucking business." Harry mumbled and closed the binder, getting up.

"I'm sorry about everything." Mr. Styles said and Louis stood up.

"I hope you burn in hell." Harry growled and sauntered off.

"See you there then!" his father yelled after him, making everyone turn to look at them. Louis blushed and took a step away, but his voice got caught in his throat when Mr. Styles gripped into his jacket. He saw one of the guards step towards them.

"You his boyfriend?"

Louis nodded.

"What's your name?"

"I'm not giving you my name." Louis told him, just as one of the guards gripped into his collar and pulled him to his feet, making him let go of Louis.

"Take care of him." He said and Louis could see that he was honest when he said that.

"I will." Was all Louis answered before leaving the room.

He found Harry leaning against the wall by the entrance, smoking.

"C'mon. We have to drop by the real estate company again and then we're done."

Harry nodded and let his cigarette fall to the floor before stepping on it.

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Harry became himself once again a few hours later after they've had dinner at his favorite restaurant, where he used to go as a child, and took a selfie with the sunset.

"I want to show you something."

"Can you show me tomorrow? It's getting dark and I'm tired."

"No, it's better if I do at night."

"Okay."

"We need the car though."

"Oh God."

"You'll love it, come on."

Louis let Harry give him instructions on how to get wherever it was that he had in mind. It turned out that it was a hilltop, just like the one across from Rockie's in Doncaster. Louis could see the whole town and further from that as he sat in the grass next to Harry.

"I used to come up here as a child...well, as a teenager when my parents would get into big fights and couldn't sleep."

"It's not that far from your house but it's a lot to climb at night."

"I know. I just needed to go somewhere where I'd be alone and just kind of think."

"Think about what?"

"Stuff."

Louis didn't say anything because he knew Harry was about to continue.

"I'd look down at the city and wonder if my soulmate was down there." He said and let out a breathy laugh.

"And was your soulmate down there?"

"Not down this hill." Harry answered and Louis' heart started beating faster because oh.

Harry laid down on his beck, placing his hands on his stomach and Louis followed.

"You know, when you asked me to be your boyfriend yesterday I thought you were joking."

"Why?"

"Because...I never really thought someone would ever like me for anything other than my cock."

"That's bullshit. Zayn, Niall, Barbara-"

"I don't mean it that way. I mean, I never thought that someone would ever think that I had something to offer. Emotionally."

"Of course you do." Louis said softly and turned on his side, propping his head up on his palm to see him better. He didn't even care that he was probably getting his clothes dirty from the grass.

His heart was breaking because Harry had no idea how lovely he was.

"You're nice, and kind and funny and..."

How do I describe someone I'm in love with

"And you make me feel so comfortable and safe. That's all someone could ever want and need. I love you for that."

It was only after his words left his mouth and he saw Harry's eyes widening that he realized what he'd just said.

"You don't have to say it back, only when-" Louis stuttered

"Don't say it if you don't mean it." Harry asked and Louis held his breath because Harry's tone was so vulnerable.

"I mean it."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

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