"Good morning baby." Harry mutters when sees Louis glance up at him, chuckling at the tired smile he gives him.

Adorable, honestly.

"Hi." Louis mumbles, moving away when Harry tries to kiss him.

"Wha-"

"Morning breath."

"Didn't seem to bother you the other day." Harry says teasingly, rolling his eyes and getting out of bed befor going into the bathroom and taking a toothbrush from a package Louis had stashed under the sink, Thankfully. Louis isn't a huge germ freak, but some things are just too much. He would've made Harry use his finger.

About an hour later they are fresh and clean, sitting together on the couch, in utter silence until Harry breaks it.

"Do you wanna talk about last night?"

"Not really." Louis says.

"Look- I'm sorry if I made you upset by pressuring you, it was wrong."

"It's okay, Harry." Louis says, looking for an excuse, "I guess I'm still kinda upset over what happened with Zayn that night." He really is, but he trusts Harry, "And I just- Liam put this idea in my head that you just want me for sex."

Harry stares at Louis and sighs before embracing him in a hug, "I am not using you for sex, love." He says, holding him tight, "I never was." The lie fled from his lips.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"I'm sorry for freaking out last night."Louis says, swallowing, "It was embarrassing and I should've handle it more maturely."

"Stop using big words," Harry chuckles, "It is fine with me." He assures, "You had every right."

Louis wants to argue it, but just decides to smile shyly at Harry. He wants this conversation to end as soon as it can, if he's honest. He hates lying to Harry.

"So," Harry says, "Titanic, or The notebook?"

"Titanic."

"Good choice."

After about an hour of Titanic, the two were not interested in the movie, but more into each other.

"Fuck, Louis." Harry groans, tugging lightly at Louis's hair as he deepthroats him, "So close." He gives a breathy warning.

Louis looks up at Harry, hallowing his cheeks and taking him as deep as he can.

"Fuck, Louis." Harry repeats, but this time it was more of a growl, cum spilling onto Louis's face.

"Tastes so good." Louis mummers, licking his lips and using his finger to wipe some from his cheek and suck it into his mouth seductively as he straddles Harry's waist.

Actually, in Louis's honest opinion, cum is the worst thing he has ever tasted.

"Hmm, what does it taste like, baby boy?" Harry smirks, kissing at Louis's neck.

"Salt and Vinegar."

Harry laughs and pulls back, "That's got to be awful." He says, "You're a downright liar."

Louis blushes, "Okay, okay, but it's bearable and I don't mind." He says truthfully, "Just not the best thing I've tasted." It's the worst.

"Well babe, whatever you wanna do is fine with me." He chuckles.

Louis could get used to this.