this story is almost done and that makes me quite sad?! It's only got 25 parts tho...

But I also don't wanna drag it out🤔

Some may say that the smut mentioned may be a bit early seeing as they are restarting their relationship

Others may say, 25 fucking chapters, finally!

And I say- smut😎 just a bit
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"Babe?" Harry whispered.

"Hm?" Louis mumbled.

"Okay, uh, I may have gotten suspended from school for two weeks for hitting Zayn." Harry confided. "But, if something happens tomorrow, know that I'll take care of it."

"How, if you won't even be there?" Louis asked, now cold panic began spreading throughout his body.

"I have my ways. Besides I know people won't give you shit. Not if I have anything to say about it. It'll be okay. Besides you'll have Liam and Niall there." Harry hugged Louis tightly.

"You just had to beat up Zayn!" Louis exclaimed as he rolled his eyes.

Harry shrugged, "He doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut babe, I'll wait for you right outside of school okay?"

"One of these days your temper is really going to end you up somewhere bad, please try to be good. Promise?" And Louis held out his pinky, Harry shook his head softly but stopped himself and instead nodded and entwined his pinky with Louis'.

"Alright. Fine." Harry turned over so that he was full on facing Louis. Louis smiled happily and placed a kiss on Harry's jaw. He trailed little kisses down until his lips were sucking gently on Harry's neck. Harry gripped his waist softly, and Louis laughed.

"I've missed you so much." Louis mumbled.

"Likewise lovely." Harry whispered, he leaned down and captured Louis' lips once more against his own. Louis sighed against his mouth. Harry pulled back and louis groaned. "What's wrong?" Harry asked. He ran his fingertip against Louis' cheek.

"Why are you so gentle to me?" Louis muttered. "Don't get me wrong, it's cute. You're cute. You're too nice Harold. And I love that you have the manners to ask when you want to touch me but-" Louis struggled for words. "I don't want you to always be gentle with me?" He blushed. "If that makes sense. I know we're just beginning again, so yeah, but I dunno for future reference...you don't have to ask. I trust you. I'll always trust you because you've never done anything to hurt me."

Harry hummed in response, and flipped them over so that Louis was being pressed against his bed, the sheets wrinkling underneath him as he let out a gasp of surprise. Harry looked down at him, his fingertips brushing against the skin at Louis' waist, where his shirt had risen up. Harry pulled it up, and Louis was quick in getting rid of it. And for once, he felt quite conscious of himself. He saw himself for real, for his imperfections. For some reason with Harry looking at him like this, it felt so much more intimate. Like, Harry wasn't just looking at his body, but more into his soul with the way his green eyes were burning against his blue ones. Louis blushed under his intense gaze, and he noticed that his tummy wasn't flat and toned, he had a small pudge of fat that for the life of him he could not get rid of. Louis felt like he'd made a mistake, like Harry shouldn't be looking at him like this- not when he looked this way. And the more Harry stared and said nothing the more Louis felt like he had made a mistake in suggesting anything in the first place. He crossed his arms in front of him, tried sucking in his tummy but Harry captured his hands and uncrossed his arms.

"Say something." Louis muttered softly.

Harry's lips broke into a cheeky smile, all deep dimples and full lips curving upwards. He leaned down and kissed Louis on the lips. "Beautiful." He mumbled.

Louis rolled his eyes but he couldn't help but smile. "Really?"

"Stunning, gorgeous, lovely, you are so beautiful." Harry sighed in content. And Louis feels happiness bubble inside him, and he knows that he will never really deserve Harry.

"I don't deserve you," Louis admitted.
Harry pulled back, shock clear on his face. "I really don't."

"Sh, I want to be here too remember?" Harry tapped his fingers against the waistband of Louis' sweats, that he had changed into sometime throughout the day. Louis gives him a slow nod, and Harry pulls down his sweats, leaving Louis in his boxers.

When Harry settles in between Louis' legs, he's quick in discarding his own shirt and jeans. And Louis gasped because Harry was all sharp edges and toned muscles, ink splattered in creative images against his chest and hips and Louis frowned once more. "If you're frowning because you're thinking you're not beautiful I swear Louis-" Harry chuckled.

"But- look at you. And look at me." Louis' lower lip quivered.

"No lovely, you're beautiful the way you are!" Harry ran the pad of his thumb against Louis' lips, before leaning down and kissing him.

"Are you going to fuck me?" Louis questioned, and Harry flinched at his choice of wording.

"No." Harry whispered, and Louis looked really crestfallen, until Harry grabbed his chin and had them lock eyes. "I'd like to make love to you, that is, if you'd let me." Louis' heart sped up. Harry was offering- Harry wanted Louis in that way. "Lou?"

"Y-you don't think it's too early?" Louis asked.

"I'd very much like to mark you up Lou, I'd like to see you come undone because of me. Make you know that it is me who gets to have you like this, and only me. " Harry started to explain. "And that tomorrow ill still want you like this, and the next day. I've wanted you like this since the first day that I saw you. And what's the point in waiting?" He tapped his fingers against the faded marks on Louis' neck. "To mark you up as mine, I think, would be the greatest achievement. To have you in such an intimate way, would be a plus. Because no, I don't want to just fuxk you. I want to make love to you. I want you to know that you're much more than what others see, you deserve the world Lou, you deserve the sun and the stars, but instead you have me-"

Louis leaned up and kissed him. "Shut up. You're going to make me cry you big sap!" He continued kissing him and Harry smiled against the kiss. When they pulled back Louis had flushed cheeks, a daring look in his eye and he whispered, "Okay. Make me yours."

Harry kissed Louis' forehead. Louis looked at him in anticipation. Their cocks had been rubbing against each other all this time, both now hard and straining against the material of their boxers.

Harry was gentle, he was gentle as he kissed Louis and sucked at his skin, right over the old marks. His hands held Louis down gently by the hips. When he was satisfied at the purple marks he'd left on Louis' neck he trailed his lips down, kissing his collarbones and he let Louis entwine his hands in his hair, tugging at the long curls. Harry hummed and kissed over Louis' nipple, Louis gasped, and Harry smiled as he wrapped his lips around the nub and sucked on it before biting down rather harshly. Louis gasped, making soft moans as Harry worked over to his other nipple his lips tugging and biting down, before sucking it into his mouth as his other hand played with the other one, Louis tugged at his curls harshly. Harry pulled back, taking a chance and looking up to see Louis looking down at him with his eyes just a bit darker. "I'm going to have to explore that a little later. Maybe make you come undone just by playing with your nipples lovely, quite sensitive aren't they?" Harry teased. Louis moaned as Harry kissed into his mouth once more.

"Lube, condom?" Harry questioned.

"Top drawer, please- I need you." Louis moaned out, feeling their dicks rub against each other through their boxers was complete torture.

Harry leaned over him and pulled them out, he settled the materials beside Louis' arm, and stood up to discard his boxers for good. Louis took the opportunity to discard his own as well. And then they looked at each other, taking in their full bodies and Louis licked over his lips at seeing Harry's cock- it was- it was really impressive and Louis really wanted it inside of him.

Harry went back to Louis and ran his eyes up and down his body, Louis once again felt the familiar rush of feeling self conscious about the way he looked. But Harry only shook his head and asked Louis to turn around. Louis did, he gasped when he felt his dick rub against the cool sheets underneath him. He felt a feather like touch on his bum, soft fingers tracing his curves. The fingers were soon replaced with warm lips, and they trailed even slower going from the dip of his waist, straight to his bum- before biting down gently. Louis whimpered and tried to grasp at something- anything, he ended up grasping the sheets. Harry moved around behind him. And then there was a slick, cool finger tracing his hole and Louis had to bite his lower lip. "'S gonna hurt, but, it'll feel good soon. I promise. Tell me to stop whenever you want, and I will," Harry's voice was low and smooth, with concern lacing it clearly, and Louis really really did not deserve Harry.

And just like everything that Harry had done so far, he was gentle with one finger, before adding another and trying his best to open Louis up, and Louis squirmed underneath him, from slight discomfort, but then- Harry's fingers were just that long and slender that he hit Louis' spot and Louis couldn't help back the moan. Harry worked in another finger, this time hitting Louis' spot as he worked them in and out, opening up Louis.

Louis cried out his name, it was quiet all for the harryharryharryharry. Harry was three fingers deep when a loud and obnoxious version of Justin Bieber's One Time came blasting through from Louis' phone.

Louis could have cried, and he wanted to tell Harry to keep going and ignore that call, but then Harry's own phone rang as well. Harry's hand stilled, and for a few seconds it was a mixture of One Time and Blank Space.

"Should I-" harry asked.

Louis nodded and whined softly at the loss of Harry's fingers. Harry threw him his own phone and Louis saw that it was Liam.

"S Niall." Harry muttered. Louis answered, abruptly ending One Time.

"You better be dying." Louis exclaimed. He heard Harry's chuckle from behind him.

"Lou!" Liam exclaimed.

"What?"

"What's up?" Liam asked.

"I swear Liam-"

"I'm joking um, there may be a slight problem..."

"What Liam?" Louis demanded.

"Okay...you can't, you can't get mad. You gotta hear me out." Liam whispered, his voice now slightly scared.

"What is it Liam?" Louis paused, he heard Harry shuffle around and one glance behind him Louis saw that he was putting on his clothes. "Well, now you have to tell me or I'm going to personally kill you." Harry chuckled.

"ImayhavekissedZayn." Liam muttered.

"What?" Louis sat up, Harry's eyes flickered over to him.

"Don't make me say it again Lou." Liam mumbled.

"Uh- alright yeah uh, what the fuck ?" Louis said.

"I know."

"No I mean, what the actual fuck Liam?" Louis almost yelled.

"I KNOW!" Liam shouted back.

"My house, now." And Louis hung up. He turned over and Harry was handing over his clothes. Louis groaned.

"Maybe it's for the best." Harry suggested.

"What?" Louis asked.

"Not doing it, right now...I want it to be really special. And yeah, ya know? What did Liam want?" Harry asked.

"Who called you?" Louis asked.

"Liam...on Niall's phone, said he needed to talk to you, but then you answered so he said bye and hung up." Harry explained.

"Oh okay." Louis said.

Harry fell over beside Louis. He started to laugh. "Why is it always Liam?"

Louis turned to him and laughed as well. "I honestly don't even know..."

Harry turned to him, "Let's go out."

"Hm?"

"On a date. Will you go on a date with me Lou?" He asked.

"Of course Harold." Louis kissed his cheek. And Harry smiled like a little kid on Christmas morning. "My bum is sticky, I'm gonna wash up before Liam gets here, wanna come with?" Louis grinned cheekily. Harry was quick to hop off the bed.

"Is that even a question?" Harry asked and he tugged a laughing Lou into the bathroom.

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