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Chapter Twenty-Four

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Harry's POV

"Louis!" a deep, manly voice echoes through the building once we enter the room. A big man is walking towards us. I assume this is Eduardo. I close the door of the cafe behind me after I finally get the goddamn pram inside.

"Hey, Ed," Louis smiles and quickly hugs the man. Then he turns to me. "This is Harry,"

"Olá, Harry!" he says happily and I try to smile politely. "Louis has told me a lot about you. It's very nice to finally meet you!" I take his sweaty hand and shake it.

I can't explain it, but he makes me feel a bit nervous and uncomfortable. Maybe it's just this place, though. I can barely imagine Louis working here and liking it. But he seemed to be happy at that time, so...

"Hi," I smile and finally pull my hand back. "Nice to meet you too. So you were Louis' boss, huh?" I ask. I'm just trying to get this conversation started.

"Yep," he answers. "I was indeed, unfortunately. I could quite use a guy like Louis in here," he looks around his bar. Almost on cue, a shirtless guy walks past us and flashed Ed a big smile. Ed smiles back and spanks the guy's -thankfully covered- bum with the towel he is holding.

"Well, Ed," Louis starts with a sigh. "Harry's the only naked guy I want to see to be honest."

My eyes widen at the little bastard's words. Louis is really having it today. I didn't expect him to say that. We look at each other for a split second, both biting our lips, but Louis looks away, turning his attention back to Eduardo. He leaves me smirking down on him. God, I want to be home right now.

"I can imagine," Ed laughs and looks me up and down. What is he even thinking? "I could quite use you here as well,"

"Yeah, not happening," I say, faking a smile. Louis nudges me with his elbow. I roll my eyes at him, making Louis poke me again, harder this time.

"Oh, Ed!" I cheer. "We'd like you to meet our son as well,"

I watch how Louis' tiny body turns around to pick Noah from the pram. Ed bites the inside of his cheek, waiting. When Louis turns back around, the widest smile I've ever seen appears on Eddie's face. Ed covers his mouth as he looks at the baby in Louis' arms. He steps closer and watches how Noah blinks his big eyes at the man and start to giggle softly.

The little noises Noah makes get me quite emotional. I can't explain how much Noah means to me.

"Olá, little boy," Ed says and takes Noah's small hand in his. "He's adorable! And absolutely stunning." Ed's eyes fix on mine as the words leave his lips. I grin at him.

"He's our treasure," I say and wink at Louis.

"Shall I show you to your table?" Eduardo asks once he's done adoring Noah. Louis and I nod and follow Ed to out table. Louis is carrying Noah in his arms as I pull the pram along.

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Louis POV

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" I ask my boyfriend on our way back home. Noah has fallen asleep in the pram again. I think the loud cafe tired him out.

"We were surrounded by so much nude!" Harry says jokingly though I know he means it. "It's shocking,"

I shake my head, laughing. "But Ed was nice, wasn't he?"

Harry takes his bottom lip in between his thumb and index finger. "He was alright," he shrugs.

I push my hair back, and like my mirror, Harry does so too. I laugh quietly to myself.

"He was alright?" I repeat.

"Yea," he says as he shrugs again. "I mean, I couldn't really concentrate on anything but naked skin, to be honest," he wets his lips. "It made me think of you naked all the time"

I blush deeply at his words. Harry looks at me seductively. God, I can't wait until we reach our bloody front door. I miss this curly lad's body. It's been quite some time, you know? I miss pulling his hair, making him wince but moan at the same time onto my lips. I miss the taste of him, the real taste. I miss feeling him and I miss his warmth.

"At a loss of words, Tomlinson?" Harry asks me and it's only then I realise I have been sheepishly staring at him. I chuckle and look up at the sky, trying to concentrate on the clouds.

I hear Harry snigger besides me as he keeps pushing the pram. I'm trying to avoid his gaze, so I focus on his large hands instead. His long digits, perfectly slim, holding the pram tight. Several rings decorating his skin, the silver shimmering in the sun. His tattoo moves with the muscles in his hand, tensing every now and then. I can almost feel his fingers tense inside of me.

Bloody hell, I don't know what I have today. I guess I'm finally just generally happy.

We reach our front door, finally. Once we're inside, I sigh in relief to see that nor Niall nor Liam nor Zayn are here eating pizza or playing video games. All I want right now is Harry.

"I'll put Noah to bed. I'll be just a second." Harry says and walks away after he winks.

"Wait!" I shout after him, considering he's already upstairs. "Bedroom, couch or kitchen table?"

"Surprise me," He shouts back at me before Noah's soft cries fill the house. Oops, I think we woke the poor thing...

I walk over to the staircase and rest my arm on the banister. I look up and I can see just inside Noah's bedroom through the half opened door. I can see Harry's shadow moving on the walls. I tilt my head to the side and close my eyes. I smile to myself as I hear him whisper sweet things to make Noah stop crying.

"Hey, bub," he whispers and I see his shadow kiss Noah head. "Stop crying, darling. Everything is okay. Calm down baby," his voice echoes through the house.

I enjoy it a lot when he's talking to Noah. He's so sweet and caring. Eventually, Noah stops crying.

"See?" Harry says. "There we go. We've already got your diapers on! Let's get you to bed now" I hear Harry's footsteps around the room. Noah probably doesn't understand a word he's saying yet, but it's enough someone's just talking to him.

Harry makes weird helicopter sounds as he puts Noah in his crib. "Here's mister Marshmallow," he says giggling and I think he hands Noah the stuffed animal. I can't really see what's going on upstairs. Noah has got a stuffed animal which Harry and I named for him since Noah can't really talk in existing words yet. He does try to say it, though. But that sounds more like; 'misser mass-ma-ew'.

Mister Marshmallow is a cute, white bunny with long, hanging ear. The animal is almost as big as Noah himself, but that makes it even cuter.

"Sleep tight, baby. I'll see you tomorrow," Harry whispers, but then he pauses. "Well, I'll probably see you at two AM or something, but that's okay." I hear Harry kiss Noah before his footsteps are heard near the stairs.

I rush my way back into the living room, pretending I haven't been listening to him. I walk past a mirror and stop in front of it. I lick my fingers and caress a hand through my hair. After that, I fix my eyebrows, straighten my shirt and look at myself proudly. This is going to be one great evening.

I hear Harry breathing behind me, but before I can even turn around, he tightens his arms around my waist. His chest is rising up and down against my back, his hot breath hitting my neck. I look at our reflection in the mirror, but then I close my eyes. Harry placed a line of kisses from my neck to my shoulder, leaving a wet trail. Not much later, he blows over the wet spots, causing goosebumps to appear all over my skin. I lean my head back so it rests on Harry's broad shoulder. My hands take a hold of Harry's arms which are still firmly wrapped around me. I stroke his perfect and soft skin as Harry continues kissing my neck and licking my flesh in the progress. I love the feeling, but it's not enough. I want to feel his lips connected with mine. I need the taste of him.

"Urg, fuck!" I groan and spin myself around. I grab Harry's hips and smash my lips on his. I kind of lose my balance and push Harry backwards to keep standing, our lips are not separating. Harry pushes me back also, so we're deeply snogging while stumbling around the room. But then we come to a stop. The wooden kitchen table hits Harry hard in his back, making him wince into my mouth.

"So kitchen table it is," he mumbles and separates slightly. He raises his eyebrows and taps on the table. He pulls my arm, turning us around. The table now hit me in the back. Within seconds, Harry's lips are on mine again. His hands travel down my torso and he stops above my belt. He begins to tug on it as I do the same to him. Damn him and his super skinny jeans. We pull away from each other again only to remove our shirts, leaving us standing partly naked.

We kiss again and I teasingly run my tongue across his lips.I bite down on his bottom lip and suck on it after. Harry moans, bur pulls away. In one big move, he's got my jeans removed, taking my boxers away with them. I'm completely naked when Harry grabs me just below my bum, signaling me to jump up. I do and wrap my legs around his waist. I kiss his plump lips once more, then move to kiss the corner of his mouth, trailing off to his jaw and sucking on the spot where his neck meets his shoulders. Harry squeezes my bum, making me moan into his neck. I tug at his chocolate coloured curls and buckle my hips into him, feeling myself growing harder with every touch.

Harry places me down on the cold kitchen table before he crawls onto it himself. I lie down and Harry hovers over me, one leg at my side and the other in between my legs. Harry removes his jeans as I help, leaving him naked on top of me.

"You're going to top?" I ask out of breath and much in disbelieve. Mostly I'm the one who tops.

Harry nods and bites his lips. "I told you I was going to make you regret teasing me, didn't I?"

His eyes fill with lust as he lowers himself down my body. He licks the top of my length, making me shut my eyes closed and my lips parting. My breath hitches in my throat and I try to control my breathing. Harry licks up my hardened member before taking it all in his mouth. He starts to suck on it as I cry out his name. I tangle my hands in his hair, ready to scream out in pleasure, but suddenly, he stops.

Harry moves up and leaves a kiss on my parted lips. "Not yet," he whispers seductively. "Turn around, babe,"

Harry sits up and wets his lips. I turn around as told. My tummy connects with the cold wood of the table and I shiver. I feel Harry's wet fingers travel down my back to my bum, his other hand on my shoulder. Harry sits down on top of me just below my bum and slides a finger in. I groan but soon adjust to the feeling. Harry slides in another finger, curling them inside of me. He places multiple kisses in my back and shoulders. I feel his curls tickle my back.

Harry pulls out and I almost wince in lost of the touch. I feel Harry shift before he pushes his member inside of me. I groan out in pain.

"Oops," he says teasingly. "Sorry, I forgot the lube again."

I groan again. He did this on purpose. He'd planned this all. He's really making me regret teasing him.

"Fuck, Harry!" I breathe.

Harry only chuckles and begins to thrust in and out of me. Harry's face lowers to rest in the crook of my neck as I grab a hold of the back of his neck, pulling his hair once again. My other hand is holding the edge of the table. Harry's hand is on my hip, keeping me in place. His other hand is flat on the table, supporting his weight.

"Get on your hands and knees," Harry demands, his breath warm in my neck. I hesitate but get up not much later. Harry keeps on thrusting inside of me, but his arm moves around my waist and to my dick. He caresses the tip with his thumb, before moving his hand up and down. "Jerk yourself, love" he speaks and grabs my hand. He guides it to my hard one and I begin to wank myself.

Harry hits my sensitive spot as I moan a bit too loud, screaming his name. I know Harry is close, but I beg for him to keep going. "Harry," I say out of breath. "More, p-please," I beg and with that, Harry begins to thrust harder and deeper. I'm still jerking myself as I bite my lips, all the feelings overwhelming me. I feel warmth starting to glow in my lower stomach. Wow, I've missed this feeling for quite a while.

I hear Harry's breathing uncontrollably, signaling me he's going to cum soon. His thrusts are becoming sloppy. I feel his hot puffs in my neck and I pull on som more of his curls, trying to please him more. Goosebumps are created all over my body as I feel Harry cum inside of me. His warm, sticky liquid filling me up. I come right after him, cumming all over my chest and the table.

I lie down again and scoop over. Harry collapses beside me. He's pressed against me because the table is a bit small. Our legs are entwined as we fiddle with each other's fingers. We stay here for a while.

"That wasn't much of a punishment," I whisper and turn my head towards Harry. My blue eyes meet his beautiful green ones.

"I really tried!" Harry says offended, but he laughs afterwards. "You're just too sweet and sexy to punish,"

I leave a kiss on Harry's bare shoulder. I feel really happy and complete. This was the best sex we've had I think. Except of course our first time and the time we did it on a raft on the water. Oh and this one day out in my garden. And also that time we'd snuck into SeaWorld, even though Harry hates it there.

Good times.

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Harry's POV

"Can you hand me some more paprikas, love?" Louis asks, stirring in the saucepan.

Believe it or not, he's making dinner again! The last time he did was for Gloria and I. It's quite emotional for me to think back at, but I'm glad Louis has picked it up again and did not shove it deep down.

Louis is in a good place I find. He doesn't seem hurt anymore about Gloria and Jack. I'm glad he's doing so well, all though I know he is still hurt. Louis is suffering, but he's hiding it. He puts others first rather than himself and that's one of the million reasons why Louis is such an amazing person. He thinks it's more important that Zayn and I feel okay, rather than he himself. Louis acts like he can handle it, but really, he can't. He's really sweet for doing this, but he also needs to let his grief and anger out. He's only playing big for me, which helps and I appreciate it. But he also needs to show me how he feels and not put my feelings before his.

Though, at times, he really does seem generally happy. He's the Louis I fell in love with.

I can't help but cuddle his curvy little body from behind once I placed the paprika's on the counter next to him. I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my chin on his shoulder. I look down at the stove in front of us. Whatever he's cooking, it smells good.

Louis turns his head to the side and places a kiss on my jaw. I trace my fingertips over his tummy as he moves his lips to my earlobe, nibbling on it. He whispers a dirty word and all the memories from earlier replay in my head. I blush a little and I'm sure Louis is blushing too.

Louis turns around in my hold, facing me now. His soft, thin lips move closer to mine. I feel his breath hit my face. His beautiful long eyelashes flutter close as I bump my nose to his. We connect our lips slowly.

The kiss is nice and sweet, sincere. Not rough, full of lust and need like earlier.

I love Louis' natural scent. He smells of a mixture of cinnamon and strawberries. I don't know how he does it, but he always smells that nice.

I breathe in deeply, just to get some more of his scent, but instead of his sweetness, a burned smell fills my nose.

I frown and pull away from Louis. I look at him in confusion and for a moment, he does so too. Then Louis' eyes go wide and he swears loudly.

He jumps away from me to get a towel and wraps it around the saucepan. Dark smoke is coming from the pan along with bright flames. Louis runs to the back door and goes outside. I follow him. I step out in the soppy grass, barefoot. I cringe slightly at the feeling of mud between my toes.

It's raining. But it's not as bad as it sounds. Because of the warm weather here, the rain is also warm and quite nice.

Louis turns the pan upside down, the food falling out and landing on the grass. The rain extinguishes the flames.

After all the flames are gone, I recognise the food as spaghetti. It's spread out over our backyard, cooling. Louis groans loudly and throws the pan away in anger. I need to comfort him, I know, but instead of doing so, I start to laugh. Louis snaps his head around to look at me.

"Don't you dare laugh, you asshole" he says offended, pointing his finger at me.

I laugh even harder at his pouting lips. His hair is wet from the rain and sticking to his forehead.

I walk over to him, chuckling as I hold out my hands. "Not much of a cook after all, huh?" I joke and grab Louis' forearms. I pull him into a hug.

"It was your fault!" He almost yells as he pushes me back lightly. "You distracted me," he laughs, though he looks as if he wants to cry.

I'm about to defend myself, but then I realise how stupid Louis must be feeling. He's screwed up yet another meal. Yet another attempt of cooking.

"I'm sure it was," I say, still leaving a hint of sarcasm in my voice. "I'm sorry, boo" I add and pull him in for real this time.

Louis' chest vibrates against mine as I smile in his neck. The rain has got our clothes soaked by now and my curls stick to my skin.

I pull away a little after and look at Louis. The sight of him is amazing.

He's still pouring his lips, but I can see him fighting to keep his smile away. His eyes give him away as they sparkle in a way I've missed for quite some time.

All of a sudden, Louis burst out into laughter. He tilts his head back as he lets the rain hit his face. I giggle at the sight before I also tilt my head back. I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue as I let the rain fall. I shake my head from the right to the left like a crazy person. Warm droplets land in my mouth.

I look back at Louis. He's raising his eyebrows at me, still laughing.

I stare at him for a while before I tackle him into my hold and start to tickle him. I don't know what's gotten into me, but I like how I feel right now.

Louis screams and giggles follow from his perfect lips. He runs away from me, away from my tickle attack. Loud laughs echo around our neighbourhood as Louis and I jump around in our backyard.

I take a long step towards Louis and wrap my right arm around his waist. I bring him into my chest, my strong arm keeping him in place. With my free hand, I start to tickle him again. Louis is half dying in my hold. He tries to get away from my by pulling on my arms or by tickling me back, but nothing helps. He's laughing hysterically and so am I. His little body is powerless in my tight grip.

Or so I think.

Louis wet body makes it possible for him to slide out of my hold. Damn you, rain! But before Louis can even run away again, I grab a hold of his wrist and spin him back around.

I attack his wet lips without any warning and start another hot snog session. It's like you always see in the movies; the people kissing in the rain.

Louis jumps up and wraps his legs around my waist. My hands grip his bum, keeping him in place. Louis licks my lips before I let him slide his tongue inside. The droplets of rain drip down my face, making it a lot easier to move with Louis' lips. He caresses his hands through my hair. Laughs and giggles fill my mouth.

"Marry me," I mumble against Louis' lips.

I feel him peck my lips one more time before he pulls away slowly. I open my eyes. Louis looks at me in confusion, his legs still wrapped around my waist.

I'm confused myself too. I didn't prepare for this. It just slipped out of my mouth. I mean, of course I want to marry him! It's just that I didn't want to ask him like this. It had to be special. This was too unexpected.

"What?" Louis asks. He's out of breath from kissing. I let go of Louis' bum and he slides off of me, his bare feet also touching the soppy grass now. His arms stay wrapped around my neck, though. His face close enough to hear him breathing.

"Marry me," I repeat.

I can't stop myself. The words slipped out again, but I'm determined. I love Louis and Louis loves me. We've been through so much together and I don't want to spend any other day of my life without him.

"Harry, I..-" Louis starts to say quietly. "I love you so much, don't get me wrong, but this is so..-" he struggling with his words. "It's so unexpected. I just-"

"I know it's unexpected," I cut him in. "But isn't that the thing about asking someone to marry you? I haven't really prepared for this. It just crossed my mind, but Louis I don't want anything else but for you to be my husband. I want to marry you. You're the love of my life, my everything and I know it sounds cheesy, but you are! I want to make us official,"

I grab his hand. My mind is spinning and I probably look like an idiot, but I don't care. It really something I want, even though it come off more like a joke.

"So, Louis," I continue and bend down to one knee. The cold and muddy grass is wetting my knee. I slide off my favourite Rolling Stones ring and hold it up in front of Louis. He covers his eyes for a second or two and then clutches his heart like the cutie he is. "Will you marry me?"

Louis makes a sound I can't even recognise is human before he looks at me with a dead serious look on his face. I think he's making sure I'm not joking. I nod my head, showing him I mean it.

His eyes grow big before he starts to jump. "Yes! Yes, yes, Harry. Yes, I will,"

I get up from the ground and before I can even wipe the mud from my jeans, Louis jumps in my arms. I take his hand and kiss all over his knuckles. I slide my favourite ring on his slim finger after.

"I know this isn't a wedding ring, but I will get you one," I assure.

I can't stop smiling. I look like a fool.

"It's perfect, Harry," Louis answers before he kisses me again. "I love you"

"I love you too" I mumble and melt into the kiss.

I can't believe we're engaged. We're bloody engaged!

A/N: AAHHHH THEY'RE ENGAGED :)))

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