A/n basically...a lot of things will happen in the next few chapters, is this okay? Any thoughts? Comment(5+), vote (15+ pretty please?), fan x thank you so much for the birthday wishes x

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Louis' heart began to race because this was definitely not the time for Harry to be a smart mouth.

"Excuse me?" his mum asked, her eyes looking Harry up and down almost as if she were evaluating him, and when she looked back up it was obvious she did not approve. Louis turned to look at Niall who, looked grateful that her attention wasn't on him anymore. Quite frankly he was beyond tired with her and his "house cleaning" work questions. However he became too interested in exactly how this would play out, and Louis was trying to catch his eye to ask for help, but Niall wasn't having any of that. "Louis what is this young man talking about?" she demanded.

"N-nothing." Louis stuttered out.

"Than, what is on your neck?" she demanded, and Louis knew that face it was the "don't lie to me or else" face. Yet, still he did not answer. Her patience seemed to be thinning, and Louis was downright panicking on the inside.

He felt a hand land on his waist, and his mum gasped. Harry had come to stand beside him. And Louis was ready to cry because his mum was glowering, and he had specifically told Harry to go back to his flat. Why hadn't Harry listened.

"I believe I haven't properly introduced myself yet...I'm Harry Styles, Lou's boyfriend." the tension got to the point of thickness that it could be cut with a knife.

"Boyfriend?" she demanded and Louis flinched. "My son does not have a boyfriend, especially not someone the likes of you." she continued. Harry's grip on Louis' waist tightened.

"Really? Then explain why the fuck I had your son under-"

"That's enough Harry." Louis whisper shouted. But his mother looked ready to faint, she glanced around her surroundings one more time before she cleared her throat.

"I let you come to America to learn, not hang out with...with these people. Tomorrow you will board the next plane out!" she said.

"Mum no!" Louis shouted.

"No, Louis. You disobeyed me, you are under my parental supervision. You follow my rules-"

"You can't be serious?" Harry shouted behind him.

Louis was glancing at Harry then back at his mum, and Harry seemed really angry. "I'm not going back to England. You can't make me!" Louis said defiantly.

His mum looked at him wordlessly, having never had Louis shout at her like that. Her eyes turned toward Harry who immediately got a look of defiance over his facial features. "You've always been a horrid liar," she said after a moment as she turned towards Louis. "I should have seen this coming, you are a teenager, whatever horrid decisions you were bound to make had to happen though I had hoped you would have been smarter than fall for whatever words he said to you. But, I was a teenager at one point as well...and I can only say, I really hope you know what you are doing. You have had more than enough chances over the years to lie and rebel, but you never did. So I can only assume that you chose to so now is because of him....I can only hope that this phase passes quickly, and you get back to your senses. Come, I want to speak to you." she said and she stepped towards him but Louis jerked back.

"All my life you've sheltered me from the real world, the real world doesn't have maids and mothers coddling their sons every day. I don't want to speak to you, just go."

His mother looked appalled, and she turned toward Harry. "Whatever you've done to him, know this. I know your type and I know you will never ever be good enough for my son." with one last look to Louis she huffed and walked out the door. Louis seemed lost, had he really just done that? He knew his mother wasn't actually leaving, if anything she went to take a walk or something. She didn't just leave because she never would leave without having the last say in something, without having dragged Louis with her. No this was not the end of the discussion with his mother.

This was the beginning, whether it was the beginning of his rebellion, or the beginning of a new Louis, either way the childlike innocent Louis that walked through the doors a month and a half ago was not there. but she was still his mother, his mum, and with the realization that he had just yelled at the person who gave him life, he let out a sob like noise and ran towards Harry, who immediately wrapped his arms tightly around Louis' waist. Harry buried his head against Louis' shoulder, to speak and see from his point of view you would just get an increasingly annoyed Harry, because he did not sign up for a frantic, actual deep relationship with Louis. He knew he'd have to get close to him to get what he wants, but not this close, though he did feel the slightest pity for him...if only the slightest, for reasons that only Harry would ever keep himself until maybe the day he dies.

He caught eyes with Niall who was glaring at Harry, he knew too well the cards that Harry played. If only Louis knew, if only he knew he might be throwing away his relationship with his mother over a filthy lie. Harry saw the resolute decision in Niall's eye, knowing even before he spoke that he'd give him away. "Let's get out of here yeah?" Harry muttered lowly, beside Louis' ear. Without waiting for an answer Harry turned him around and lead him away, leaving Niall who was solemnly shaking his head.

"I need to find her and apologize." Louis said after a moment.

"For what? Standing up for yourself? It was bound to happen." Harry told him, as he opened the door to his car. Louis didn't reply, he was deep in thought. As Harry pulled out of the lot, Louis looked out the window staring absentmindedly. Once more his fingers went up to brush over the necklace on his neck, and he turned towards Harry who was staring straight ahead.

"I love you." Louis said quietly. Harry glanced at him, and a smile spread over his full lips, he reached one hand over to grasp Louis' hand.

"I love you." Harry told him, bringing Louis' hand to his lips and kissing it.

And as shit as it was, Louis forgot about his troubles because all that mattered was Harry.

Harry whom he loves .

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2 Weeks Later

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His mum wasn't back, she wasn't answering his calls. Had he really gone to far?

"Let's go up to the rooftop," Harry said late one night, after Louis being quiet the whole afternoon.

"Rooftop?" Louis asked quietly turning towards him. Harry walked over to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him up.

"Yeah...rooftop."

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Same rooftop, different occasion, different night and still Louis marveled at the sight that stood before him. Harry once again managed to break Louis' focus from his troubles onto himself. Harry standing in front of him illuminated by the moonlight, running a hand through his curls as he watched Louis. Louis breathless and shaky walked over to him. He reached upon his tiptoes and kissed him.

Every kiss, made an unnerved movement somewhere in Harry's chest though he would never admit it. He wrapped his arms around Louis' waist and deepened the kiss. A gasp fell from his thin lips as Harry picked him up, wrapping his arms underneath Louis' thighs. He pulled back with a new emotion deep in his blue eyes.

"Tell me what you need Lou." Harry said softly.

Louis made a quick decision, a quick but determined decision.

"You."

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Clothes fell, and Louis didn't have time to marvel once more at Harry's tattooed body before it was once again shadowed out as he hovered over him. Harry smiled softly, kissing Louis' neck. Louis, so soft and curvy and tiny against his hands. Louis, who was already moaning softly, his Louis. Only his, and Harry didn't understand why he felt so possessive over him, even though it was meaningless..to him it was meaningless, why was he so possessive over him? Pulling back, and brushing a hand over Louis' fringe he asked the one question.

"You sure?" he asked softly, his hands falling to the front of Louis' jeans.

Louis tugged on his curls, bringing his face down to his and finding his full lips, "Always." and he wasn't trembling, or panicking, because he felt that this was right, here in Harry's arms that fit so perfectly around him. Harry's lips fitting perfectly against his own, whispering Harry's name as the heat of his hands on his body intensified. He didn't care about his mums words, or the message, or anything but Harry. Harry and the words he spoke that he trusted.

He trusted Harry, and he was giving himself up to him.

Harry pulled down louis' jeans, along with his boxers leaving Louis in his shirt which he quickly discarded soon after. He kissed along Louis' tan, tattoo-less chest, his own hands making way with the front of his jeans and Louis soon felt Harry press against his member and he gasped out loud. Harry pulled back to look at Louis' body (his shirt had long been gone the moment they had stepped into the room which really had started the whole thing in the first place).

And damn, Louis was perfect, no denying that. Just looking at him made Harry twitch with need. Louis, innocent, beautiful Louis, was looking up at him with wide eyes because of course he didn't know what to really do, and Harry really just wanted him. But, no, it's taken so long, he couldn't mess it up, not now, he had to see what it was like, to see if it was worth it to still keep up the whole facade, he had to make sure Louis' arse was worth a couple more months of this lie.

He let his hands wander down to cup at his bum, and Louis moaned out loudly, lifting himself more into Harry's touch. Harry grinded down against his body, rubbing against each other. "Gonna open you up okay?" Harry rasped out.

"O-okay." Louis said gripping the sheets around him, though he had no clue what those words meant, did they refer to what Harry did a little over a month ago with his lips? Harry smirked, and pushed Louis' legs open raising his fingers to Louis' lips. Louis looked at them and Harry nudged them against his lips till he understood that he had to suck them, after a good minute Harry took them away and Louis felt something wet down by his entrance, "Harry?" he asked confused.

"Shh, it'll feel good." Harry answered, and without warning his finger was passed Louis' entrance and Louis had whimpered out at the feeling of intrusion. Harry kept his eyes on Louis' face, noticing each and every emotion that flitted across them, pain, and pleasure, and sometimes a cross of both. But he loved the way Louis' mouth was parted open, soft grunts and whimpers escaping the light pink lips of his, and the way his head was tilted to the side almost as if he were debating exactly how he should be feeling about this, and finally Harry's fingers found Louis' perfect spot, and the change was almost immediate and Harry loved it. Loved the sounds Louis was making, loved it especially since it was only his fingers, and Harry could only imagine what he would look like when he came. "Beautiful." Harry said missing Louis, trailing his lips across his jaw.

"Need you. Harry, please, ple-oh my, Harry." Louis moaned out.

"God Louis, you're so beautiful." Harry said breathlessly, but nonetheless he pulled his fingers out and shifted so that he was hovering over Louis' sweaty body once more. "You want me babe? Want me to fill you up?" Harry said grinding down harshly onto Louis', that had been up to that point ignored. Louis nodded, his eyes finding Harry's.

"I love you so much," Louis said, head leaning up to connect his lips with Harry's full lips.

"Love you more babe, so so much." Harry replied, reaching over to the table beside them and pulling out a condom and some lube, because he was always prepared wasn't he? And Louis was too out of it to question why Harry was already prepared, maybe if he had things wouldn't have happened the way they did, but he didnt.

Harry kissed Louis' lips as he slicked himself up, "You're beautiful babe." Harry said, voice low and raspy, and Louis just gripped his hands tighter against Harry's biceps. His blue eyes blown out, as he bit his lip, giving a small nod. Harry smiled and kissed his nose. He pushed Louis' legs farther apart, and to ease Louis from the inevitable pain he leaned down and started sucking softly along his neck, causing Louis to moan against his shoulder. He gasped and whimpered at the feeling of Harry sliding in, and his grip tightened against him.

"Harry." Louis cried out, as Harry began to thrust into him slowly.

"It's okay Lou, you're doing so good. I love you," Harry said moaning out loudly, as Louis' hole tightened around him, he really wanted to thrust rapidly into him but he didn't want to hurt Louis anymore, not now at least.

"Faster." Louis moaned out, Harry's eyebrow rose, but who was he to deny Louis?

His hands propped up on each side of Louis' head, he thrusted faster into him, Louis was too perfect. His body trying to thrust itself against Harry's hips, lips parted open letting Harry hear all the beautiful sound that came from them. Harry loved it, and he wanted to hear the noises Louis made, again and again. To see his face full of pleasurable pain, as his hands left bruises against his arms.

"It hurts." Louis said, his voice hoarse.

"I know babe, I know. I love you okay?" Harry said kissing Louis once more, before he began to once more mark over his body because as always Louis was his, only his.

Harry looked down at Louis' body, the sweat covering his chest and forehead, his blue eyes making eye contact with Harry's. Harry leaned down and tugged on one of his sensitive nipples with his mouth, his other hand gripping Louis and Louis shuddered underneath him, coming hard. The sensation of Louis coming underneath him, made Harry lose it, because Louis looked so beautiful.

Harry fell down beside him, both of them breathless. Louis dazed, and blissful, as Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. Too out of it to care about the mess of what they'd done, to out of it to simply care.

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Harry made sure Louis was sleeping, before he slid out of the bed. Tilting his head to the side as he saw Louis, really saw him in the aftermath of everything. Soft, warm, tiny louis, who looked so pretty when he came.

Yeah Harry won the game but he wasn't quite done with him just yet.