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Louis was in the middle of a peaceful dream, it was of him and Harry taking a nice yacht out on the coast and spending most of their time wrapped up in each other. Then he feels something particularly wet, and warm prodding at his hole, he has every right to immediately slap a hand on whatever it was.

"Ow." A voice mutters, and Louis opens his eyes and was met with a grumpy Harry. "Why did you hit me?" He was between Louis' thighs, his hands pinning down the latter's hips and his legs swung over his shoulders.

"Sorry," Louis quickly apologizes. He feels particularly bare down there and makes no moves to find his panties. "You scared me." Louis' legs fall from Harry's shoulders.

"I'm trying to be romantic." Harry leans into Louis' touch when the cheerleader combs his fingers through his hair.

"Okay, I won't hit you again." The partly sleepy blue-eyed boy promises. "Continue."

With a short sigh, Harry gets back to work. When Louis had whacked him on his head, he was just about to dive into the boy—so he really doesn't waste any time.

Harry braces his hands on Louis' hips, brushing the soft skin there before peppering small kisses along Louis' inner thighs. The boy's cock is hardening with every passing moment but Harry loves to tease. He takes his time, slowly working his mouth closer and closer to Louis' hole. The boy's entrance was a pretty pink, cleanly waxed and nearly begging Harry to just ravish it.

That was when Harry licks his lips and leans in, kissing around Louis' puckered hole. He feels his boxers tighten and Louis shift in his spot, Harry doesn't spare him a glance before he's running his tongue along Louis' rim.

"Fuck!"

Harry scrambles to lean up and probably stuff something in Louis' mouth, like a pair of panties or a scarf, but he doesn't expect to see the cheerleader rubbing his own chin. "What happened?" Harry asks before his eyes wander to his boyfriend's phone, vibrating and abandoned on his chest. "You were texting while I was going to eat you out?"

The blue-eyed boy licks his lips. "I don't want to say yes because you're going to punish me."

"I'll spank your little ass 'till you can't sit properly if you lie to me."

That has Louis nodding helplessly. "I was texting."

"And who were you texting?" Harry asks. Louis doesn't reply, his phone still vibrating with the messages he's receiving. "Louis," Harry warns.

"Does it really matter who I was texting, daddy?"

Harry squares his shoulders. "Yes it does because you're giving them your attention when daddy is in the middle of giving you..." he pauses, "a present." Harry shuffles backwards until he has one foot on the floor and one knee on the bed, his long torso stretched and mouthwatering tattoos on display. "Unless you don't want daddy's present anymore."

"I—I, wait." Louis sits up, his phone is long forgotten. "Daddy don't go."

Harry hums but makes no moves towards the boy. "I don't know, kitten. Maybe that should be your punishment, no present, no kissies for the day. How does that sound?"

Louis whines, it's loud and makes Harry harder in his boxers. "Daddy, please. Stay." The cheerleader kneels on the bed, his naked thick thighs catching Harry's attention almost immediately.

"Who were you texting?" Harry asks once more.

"Ioane." Louis' voice was small, as he fiddled with his fingers and carefully avoided Harry's eyes.

The football player doesn't know if he should be mad, though, Louis has no clue of Harry and Ioane's deal about starting off with a fresh slate. Considering the boy's obliviousness, and eagerness for Harry's touch—the latter uses it to his advantage.

"Bad boy," Harry tsks. "You know daddy doesn't like him, so why do you still text him, hm?" He leaves the bed and waltzes towards the balcony. The early morning sun, shining over the water and the orange and blues of the sky fading into each other. "You know how jealous I get—why provoke me like that, kitten?"

Louis slowly moves off the bed, the long jersey falling to his mid-thigh. He doesn't remember changing last night, but the only answer is that Harry had changed him while he was asleep. A warm feeling spreads in his chest as he makes his way to the teen leaning over the balcony. "Daddy, I'm sorry."

Harry could die right there, the way Louis' voice softened with the hint of rasp from being woken up early. He knew the boy's eyes were a light blue, sometimes they were grey and others they were a much darker blue but on peaceful mornings like this, it was no doubt that Louis' eyes were a perfect light sparkling blue.

"I'm sorry." Harry feels arms slide around his middle, and a faint tickle at his lower neck from Louis' hair. Oh, his sweet bedhead.

Taking a breath, Harry couldn't take it anymore. He had the most beautiful boy in the world curling around him, even he wasn't strong enough to resist Louis' temptation. Louis will find out about the deal sooner or later but Harry was willing to take full advantage of his needy, soft, kitten-like state right now. What Louis doesn't know won't kill him.

"I'll tell you what's going to happen," Harry licks his lips as he turns around in Louis' arms, wrapping his own around the boy's waist. "You're going to get back in bed, and let daddy have his breakfast and you're never going to give anyone but daddy your attention when he's going to pleasure you, okay? Much less, text that fuck Ioane." Harry cups his hand around Louis' bottom. "Got it?" Louis gulps, his eyes nearly shutting at the raspiness of Harry's voice. "Got it, babydoll?" Harry says sweeter this time. He nuzzles his nose into the blue-eyed boy's hair.

"Yes, daddy."

With a short pat on Louis' bottom, Harry says, "well then, better get in bed, kitten." Harry gets one glance at Louis' bare perky bottom when the boy snuggles into the bed, he rolls onto his back and leans up to look at Harry. The latter's eyes drift over Louis' body, his tan skin and getting a peek at his shiny piercings. His thoughts are cut short when Louis lets out a small whimper and blinks rapidly. "Daddy."

"I'm coming, my love." Harry bites his lips and makes his way to Louis, then leaning on the bed and taking his time to crawl between the smaller boy's awaiting legs.

Harry doesn't have time to trace over the cheerleader's skin and admire the stretch marks and small beauty marks because he knows that any moment, they'll be interrupted (like always) by their families. He mouths at Louis' hip after pushing up the hem of his jersey then moves lower, and traces Louis' hole with the tip of his tongue.

Harry steals one glance up at Louis to make sure the boy isn't on his phone, good thing he wasn't, and instead his eyes were glued on the ceiling and his hands clenching the bedsheets under him.

"Your hickeys are fading." Harry mumbles. "Going to have to mark you up again."

Louis swings his legs over Harry's shoulders and pulls the football player closer to the place he so desperately wanted him. He's awarded for his action by Harry's tongue prodding at his hole, the tip dipping in then retreating to swirl around his rim.

"Fuck." Louis cries out when Harry dips his tongue deeper, his grip on the bed sheets becomes tighter and his cock standing up straight.

Harry doesn't say a word, he pushes himself closer to Louis, sliding his arms under Louis' thighs and sitting up slightly. His new position made Louis' hips rise from the bed, his bottom half fully supported by Harry. Using Louis' flexibility, Harry brings the boy's legs up and then folds him in half. His mouth still connected to Louis' hole, Harry holds on tightly to the back of Louis' thighs sliding closer and closer to the boy as he eventually has most of Louis' weight off the bed.

At this point, Harry as his tongue deep inside Louis' hole, messy noises coming from him as he spat over the boy's hole and practically moaning at the sounds coming from Louis. The newfound position has Louis' legs by his head and his hands moving to hold them down as Harry digs in deeper. Breathing in deeply through his nose, Harry swirls his tongue deep inside Louis.

Louis whines, every ridge of Harry's tongue is sending jolts of electricity through his veins, and obnoxious groans coming from the other teen have Louis' eyes closing shut in ecstasy. "Taste like watermelon sugar, baby." Harry murmurs. "My flexible little watermelon sugar baby, hm." Harry could eat Louis out for hours, and lick around his hole for double that time. It was the simple satisfaction of giving Louis the pleasure he so craved and the fact that Harry was the first and only to ever do this to him.

The glassy look in Louis' eyes has Harry slicking up a finger with his saliva, then rubbing around the wet rim and slowly sinking his digit inside. Louis whines at the intrusion, the thickness and length have him letting out a high noise in the back of his throat. It only evolves into a moan when Harry adds a second finger.

Harry slowly thrusts both his fingers in and out, watching closely at Louis' rim stretching around his knuckles and he only wishes he has his rings on, for the cold metal to make Louis a wiggling mess. This goes on for only a few minutes, because Louis being the inexperienced little virgin he was, doesn't have as much stamina as Harry does.

"Daddy," Louis digs his fingertips into his legs. "Daddy, I'm close." His voice shakes as his chest heaves up and down.

"Mhm, thank you for telling me, doll." Harry removes his fingers and basks in the high whimper he's awarded from his boyfriend. "Want you to cum from my tongue." He's then diving back in, mouthing messily at Louis' hole and using his hands to brace the boy's vibrating legs.

Harry's fingers stretched out Louis' hole enough that it was easy to thrust his tongue into the boy, moaning at the taste and the warm skin of Louis so close to him, Harry blindly reaches down and pulls himself out of his boxers. Using the hand that was still wet from his saliva, Harry doesn't hesitate to pump his hard cock as he holds Louis down by one hand.

Louis lets out a breathy moan and tightens his hold on his calves, his noises grow louder as he finds his release, his cock spurting out cum that covers Harry's jersey and some of his stomach. Harry is surprised to find himself coming too, thinking of Louis' hole clenching around his cock instead of his tongue has him releasing onto the boy's skin and the bedspread. 

Pressing one last kiss to Louis' wet hole, Harry sits back, his spine cracking from being hunched over and his lips were wet and his jaw a little sore. The dazed expression on Louis' face nearly has Harry going in for another taste but instead, he sets down Louis' legs and slowly climbs over him. Caging Louis in by his arms, Harry open-mouth kisses Louis, letting the boy taste himself on his tongue. Harry pulls away with a smirk as Louis chases his mouth, "you're fucking filthy, angel."

"Hm, daddy loves you in his clothes." It was no secret that Harry had a special kink (if you could call it that) for Louis' tiny, curvy frame in his clothing. Seeing it drape over Louis' shoulders and dip down his chest revealing his collarbones and piercings, was truly a gift from the gods. "Baby, I'm a fool for you. A helpless yet perfectly happy fool."

"I'll get you some panties, my pamplemousse kitten." Harry pats Louis' bottom before walking out of the bathroom.

Louis waits patiently and holds the towel tightly. Having just got out of the shower with Harry and smelling like vanilla and grapefruit, he felt utterly content. He could get used to Harry washing him, using his big hands and long fingers to pleasure Louis in a less dirty way and run them through his hair and over his body. 

Louis finds himself rolling on the heels of his feet and fluffing his hair in his reflection in the mirror while lowly humming a tune. Only a few more moments pass before Harry appears at the doorway again, and what he has on his feet only makes Louis angry. "Harry! Get out of those!" The blue-eyed boy screeches. "You're going to stretch them out!"

"Do you like them?" Harry poses, his hand on his hip and a smug smile on his face. "Do they make my legs look sexy?"

"Harry, if you stretch out my 10 grand swarovski boots." Louis breathes out heavily through his nose. "I'm going to murder you in your sleep."

Harry hums, still posing with one boot on. Louis wants to cry because he can see it stretching around Harry's calf. "I think you're forgetting who bought you these 10 grand swarovski boots, babydoll."

"Yes, and I would appreciate it if you didn't break them with your massive legs. So take them off, thanks."

"Okay, okay." Harry smiles, before looking at Louis nervously through his lashes. "But I can't."

Louis looks at him suspiciously. "Why?"

The green-eyed teen offers Louis a small smile, "I think they're stuck."

It had taken Louis, David and George to pull the YSL boots off Harry's fucking feet. They were a little stretched and Harry apologized deeply when their parents had left, he even offered to buy Louis a new pair, Louis didn't object or accept. He only requested another one of Harry's jerseys to wear.

Things had gotten... softer between the two teens. After Louis let Harry see his insecurities, he felt comfort in the fact that Harry knew. He now understood that his feelings were growing rapidly for the football captain, and he wasn't ever going to put a stop to it.

Harry knew that it was a blessing to see the part of Louis that he kept hidden, it was an honour to hold the boy in general but it was heavenly to hold him as he cried. Putting yourself in the hands of someone else is never easy, but at the moment, the two boys refused to let anyone's tales of 'simple, insignificant high school love' get in between what they both wanted.

And they both wanted each other.

Harry wanted Louis before Louis wanted him—there wasn't a problem it in. There wasn't a problem in Harry being positive of his love for the blue-eyed boy as he was slowly getting there. They had time on their side.

In their senior year of high school, in the month of October, with more than a week in one of the most beautiful places in the world; Harry was determined to confess his love for Louis. Not when he himself was half-unconscious and the boy was sleeping, or not when he felt the need to state that Louis was his (because he was a possessive asshole) but instead over a romantic dinner.

Harry talked with Jude about their plans for their vacation. Today, they were having a relaxation day and tomorrow, Monday, Leilani and Haku were taking them to the Ocean Center. The Luau was on Wednesday night and Thursday was free, but Harry wanted him and Louis to be alone so he would have to wait for Jude to have plans. Friday would be the wedding and then they would get a flight home on Saturday.

Harry remembers his and Louis' promise to go to Ioane's art show on Tuesday and doesn't feel as hateful as he did when he first met the neighbour. After their talk the previous night, Harry had a small amount of trust in Ioane, and maybe he did find a little satisfaction in the fact that he was significantly bigger than Ioane, meaning if they didn't get along and the neighbour broke his word—Harry could hit him (a lot).

Harry was in the middle of slamming his fists into a punching bag when he felt a presence behind him. Looking over his shoulder for a quick second, he sees his boyfriend—wearing his jersey. Sure it was an old jersey, from last year and used as more of a sleeping-shirt but Louis looked effortlessly beautiful in it. The fabric hung over his body like a drape, the sleeves practically reaching his elbows and his prominent collarbones and piercings made an appearance. The jersey fell close to his knees, and pooled around his legs nicely. Harry only wondered what was under his jersey.

He was just so pretty.

"Hey there, angel." Harry smiles, taking off the gloves and he was panting the slightest. "What are you doing here?"

Louis gulps, his hand on his hip and eyes shamelessly drifting over Harry's body. "Just... looking for you."

"Were you?" Harry steps forward and braces his arms on Louis' waist. "Well, you found me, honey."

"Harry! There you are." It was George by the doorway in a loose short sleeve and grey shorts. "Ready, son?"

"Yeah." Harry presses a kiss to Louis' forehead before going back to the middle of the room.

Louis has no chance to ask what the father and son are doing because Harry is putting on some sort of gloves and laying on his back. Propping his feet up and Louis doesn't spare a glance at George as the man puts on weird padding thingies on his hands.

Harry has a white hat on his head, holding back his hair and a determined look on his face as he does sit ups and punches the padding thingies on George's hands—God, Louis was in heaven. Louis was in a complete daze, leaning against the doorway and just watching Harry work out. He was definitely getting stiff in his bikini bottoms.

Soon enough, George helps his son off the floor—Harry shoots Louis a wink before strapping on boxing gloves and Louis' mind was immediately filled with images of Harry punching the shit out of literally anyone. It was funny, slightly concerning but mostly arousing. There was a furrow in Harry's brows as the sweat dripped down his face and neck, going under his shirt. He got hot enough to take off his shirt and then continue punching the padding on his dad's hands. 

Harry looks over at Louis, his hat long gone and unruly hair in a mess atop his head. "Hey, darlin'. Can you get me a shirt, please?" He asks just as his dad walks out, sweaty from his own workout, after smiling at Louis and talking to the boy for a couple of minutes, George is gone.

Nodding wordlessly, Louis walks away. He had a faint blush coating his cheeks at the way Harry spoke. It was still a shock that Harry could say anything and it will make Louis want to do anything he asked for. Louis later returns with a grey t-shirt and passes it to Harry. Then cheerleader fiddles with the hem of Harry's jersey and hums quietly. Harry knew what Louis was doing. "Babydoll is waiting patiently for daddy's attention, hm." The green-eyed teen smiles. "You're such a good boy."

"Only for you, daddy." Was Louis' reply.

"You know how else you can be a good boy?" Harry licks his lips and slips on the t-shirt. "Show daddy what's under that jersey of his."

Harry expected Louis to be in panties, little lace ones that he remembers watching him put on. But he doesn't expect Louis to be in a swimsuit.

"Sorry, daddy. I'm not giving you a show today." Louis blinks innocently before taking off the jersey and passing it to Harry. "If you need me, I'll be in the swimming pool." Then he's waltzing out the gym, his cute butt jiggling in the high waisted bottoms. 

LOUIS' OUTFIT: PINK & LOUIS VUITTON 

"I didn't know you did boxing." Is the first thing Louis says when he feels a shadow over him as he's lounging on a pool float.

Bitch, this is literally $148.00 for a fucking pool float. 

"You do boxing?" Lily asks, on her own float as she flips her glasses up.

Harry hums and fixes the hem of his Adidas swimming trunks. "Self defense, and just another thing to keep me occupied." Harry shrugs. "It's mainly just to keep in shape."

Lily hums and puts her headphones on, leaning back into her matching butterfly pool float and shutting her eyes. Harry kind of wanted to splash her with water.

"You're saying that like you're an old man," Louis mutters, looking at Harry over the top of his glasses.

Harry shrugs. "Or maybe, I just feel like I can protect you."

"I can protect myself," Louis mutters, his tan skin glistening in the sunlight.

There was no way Louis couldn't protect himself. Some would argue that he was feminine therefore he was weak but femininity isn't a weakness, and shouldn't even be considered one at all. Harry, on the other hand, would say that Louis was small and sometimes a little too mad for tiny things causing him to lash out. Nothing wrong with that though.

Louis can fight, no doubt in that. Harry has witnessed it and he's sure Jude has too, maybe even been in a few fights herself because Louis had to get his sassiness and lower-than-average temper from someone. Or maybe he just always gets mad around Harry because Harry is a nuisance.

Probably the latter.

"Didn't say you couldn't, but it won't hurt to have me around, hm?" Harry, slips into the pool and shivers at the cold water and hangs off the side of Louis' float. "I could be your backup, your sidekick. And have a cool name like side-bitch and you can be main-bitch."

"If I threw a stick, you'd leave right?" Louis huffs and tries to move away from Harry. "Jesus, go away."

"Baby, you don't mean that." Harry tickles Louis' foot.

"Um, I do!" The cheerleader giggles loudly, the float swishing in the water. "Don't touch my feet." Harry doesn't listen and tickles Louis' foot more, eventually using both his hands to run his nails over the cheerleader's foot. Louis' giggles grow into loud cackles and then he struggles to get off the float—to which Harry pushes him off. "Har—" Louis cries out but gets cut off by gargling water.

Louis resurfaces with a deep breath, his glasses hanging off his nose and a threatening look on his face. "I hate you." Louis flips his wet hair from his eyes and fixes his glasses. "You fucking suck."

"Can I give you a hickey," Harry mumbles and moves towards Louis, before bracing himself on Louis' hips underwater. "Right here?" He leans down and peppers small kisses on Louis' neck.

"Maybe," Louis smirks and goes on his tippy toes. Harry closes his eyes and puckers his lips—instead of Louis' lips, Harry feels a hand pushing his head down underwater. He gets water up his nose but he thinks he deserves it.

Jessie J, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj - Bang Bang

"Yes, bitch!" Louis screams. "Work it, girl!"

Harry was a tall boy, he had long limbs and luckily he had broad shoulders and muscular arms to even out his six-foot height, but that didn't help him dance. He tried to move his hips, truth be he wasn't that bad at it.

"Just come and show me what your momma gave."

Louis looks away from Harry's awkward dance moves and goes back onto his phone.

"I heard you've gotta big baby, mouth but don't say a thing."

"Ow!"

Louis' head shoots to back to the centre of the room. There Harry was, flat on the ground. His hair was framing his head and looked similar to sun rays. "Babe, you okay?" Louis calls out, putting down his phone and sitting up. "Hazza baby?"

"Help me."

Louis stands up from the couch and slowly steps towards Harry, "baby, why are you so clumsy?"

Harry stays motionless on the floor, he opens his eyes and pouts. "I don't know," he holds out a hand, with the Wii remote dangling from the strap on his wrist, "pull me up."

"I don't know. Aren't you so big that I, a very small person, can't pick you up?" Louis props a hand on his hip. "I guess I'll try, just because there isn't much you can do for me when you're on the floor."

Harry hums. "That's what you think, watermelon sugar."

Louis lets go of Harry's hand which sends the football player back to the floor, his back slamming against the hardwood. "For that dirty joke, you can stay on the floor."

Harry pulls Louis down as he's walking away, only for the boy to fall on him. Earning them both a pained grunt—he finds the pain worth it because he has his feisty little boyfriend on his lap. With a small smirk from Harry's end, Louis rolls his eyes. They meet halfway for a kiss that quickly turns messy, Louis moving to straddle Harry's hips and lean down over the football captain.

They kiss for a few moments, tongues clashing and hands roaming each other's bodies before Louis pulls away. "I love how you kiss me." The blue-eyed boy mutters, his lips curling into a small smile. "You have your hand right here," he grabs Harry's hand from holding his hip and places it on his cheek with his fingers touching his jaw. "And before you kiss me, you always look into my eyes, as if you're scared I'm going to say 'go away'."

"Consent is one of my kinks."

"Shut up." Louis laughs, leave it to Harry to turn a sweet moment into whatever the fuck that was. "You're so strange! I'm never kissing you again."

Harry chuckles, a deep sound rumbling through his chest. He smiles up at Louis, dimples on display and his perfect white teeth too. "Bet you can't do that."

"Try me."

"No need," Harry replies coolly, "you like me too much to not kiss me." Despite being an idiot sometimes, and a dirty-minded freak, and a possessive asshole, and an immature little creature, Harry was completely and utterly right.

"Sad." Louis fake cries, unable to stop his smile from growing into a full grin.

Harry toys with the necklace around Louis' neck. "I'm so happy when I'm with you." He eyes the pink gold around Louis' neck and trails his fingers up to the boy's collarbone piercings. "I'm always my happiest when you're around," Harry says. Louis feels his heart warm and his cheeks heat up at Harry's confession. "I just... I'm so content with life right now. I don't think I'll ever be happier than when I'm with you." Harry's voice lowers and his touch leaves tingles along Louis' skin. "I feel like you're it for me."

"Damn, boo," Harry smirks, his green eyes shining in the sunlight that was seeping through the large open window. "You thick," Harry says as Louis changes into a bodysuit then pulls a pair of shorts on.

LOUIS' OUTFIT: VICTORIA'S SECRET

Louis rolls his eyes. "You're spending too much time on Instagram."

"I stan you." Harry continues. "And we only stan iconic queens in this household."

"Oh my God, please stop." Louis slips on his eyeglasses.

"Ugh, what an iconic queen." Harry throws his head back. "She invented putting on eyeglasses."

"Stop going on instagram."

"I can't. There's a group chat." He pauses. "Group chats, actually. Multiple."

"You're barely present in any of them."

"You too."

Louis scoffs. "Please, I am in it more than you and Niall combined." 

"Niall isn't even in them."

"Oh," Louis blinks. "That's why... I guess." He cocks his hip. "The other one, it makes fun of you—it's called Harry's sock kink."

"I do not have a sock kink." Harry visibly deflates as he frowns.

"Sure, babe."

"It only happened once, just once!" The teen argues.

"You shouldn't be fucking Gucci socks—or socks in general." Louis finds amusement in Harry's grump face. "You shouldn't be fucking anything but me—" Louis' face instantly heats up. "—is something I'd say if I weren't a virgin, of course!"

"You know, you're not even a virgin anymore." Harry blinks slowly.

"What do you mean?"

"You're probably not a sex-toy virgin but still a real-cock virgin." Harry says thoughtfully. "Half virgin, maybe."

"What?" Louis furrows his brows.

"That toy you found in my bag." Harry says dreamily. "I can't wait for everyone to go to sleep tonight, when you'll be a desperate, needy mess and all soft and pliant. You'll beg for me to touch you. Ain't that right, babydoll?"

It was no secret that Harry's words held power over Louis, it always turning him into a pile of sludge. "Daddy."

"Hm, Anthos?"

"Daddy, I want you to hold me."

"Watermelon sugar, c'mere."

Harry sighs when Louis finally moves over him. The boy's legs on either side of his hips and his face in the soft fabric of his shirt. He felt content with his kitten over him, the warm Hawaiian breeze ghosting his skin and the sound of the gentle waves crashing along the shore.

His mind brought up a topic Harry wanted to avoid all vacation, school.

"—his sock."

"No way!"

"Uh-huh," Niall nods. "Saw it on instagram."

"Damn, Cap is in for an earful when he gets back."

"Where did they go again?" One football player asks.

"Hawaii."

"Well, I wish I could drop my shit and fuck off to Hawaii."

"Louis' dad bought Harry's ticket."

"Aren't private jets free?"

"I thought they bought a new plane!"

"Why do rich people buy other rich people stuff? What the fuck is wrong with the world."

"Dylan, didn't Harry buy you that new stereo system for your birthday?"

"And doesn't your dad own Bose?"

"I just—" Louis sobs. "I can't."

"I know, baby honey." Harry holds his boyfriend as he cries. "I know."

Louis cried harder, if possible, Harry would feel bad if it weren't for a movie.

"She was al—alone!" Louis' voice cracked. "Alone, and pregnant."

They had just finished watching Mamma Mia, in the privacy of their bedroom with the door shut. Before the movie, they had eaten dinner with the rest of the family. Everyone was thankful for the relaxation day and held a conversation with each other over the table that held the homemade bread, fried rice, and the large fish and veggie dish that David, Jude, Patty and George made.

"I hate that, I hate those sad-ass songs," Louis sniffles. "I hate feelings."

Harry sighs, bringing his hand to the back of Louis' neck and lightly going over the boy's piercings there with the tip of his finger. He knew that Louis' statement held more than his hatred for feelings from movies or anything fictional. It was a general opinion.

Harry liked to talk about feelings, he liked to be open with people about how he was feeling and he was honest about his own emotions. Louis was just plain honest to the point where it was considered rude to some people—yet under that hard, feisty exterior, Harry knew there was boy hiding his feelings. He knows that because he's seen Louis' hidden vulnerability first hand. He didn't mind that Louis wasn't comfortable with talking about his feelings but when it would be too much and explode, Harry hoped to be there to help pick up the pieces.

He was falling hard and fast for the cheerleader in his lap, his gravity pulling him deeper and deeper into Louis' blue eyes. The three words hanging off the tip of his tongue—the eight letters he so desperately wanted to say were waiting on the edge of his lips. Instead, he saves it for their romantic date night. He isn't a coward, he's simply postponing it for the favour of himself.

"You're alright, Anthos." Harry coos comfortingly. "It's okay."

"I hate men," Louis sniffles again. "He fucking lied to her, what a bitch."

"Mhm."

"All men do is lie." Louis mutters, "fucking liars, all of them."

Harry stifles his laugh into Louis' hair, the movie was clearly getting to the boy so he switches off the television and moved down in the bed. Louis was wrapped around him like a koala bear so Harry only pulled the blanket over them and listened to Louis mumble on about men, lying, and stupid men who abandon pretty girls on an island to run back to their fiancée. Shocking how a movie could have such an affect on Louis and cause him to make a such a bold statement. But Harry pays no mind to it because he loves Louis' voice, he loves Louis' warmth, and he loves Louis. Though, at the moment, no one needed to know the latter.

Hehe, any thoughts?