It was three days later that Louis and Harry sat in Harry's living room watching Navy CIS LA. Harry's parents were out for some shopping or something.

Harry's head was currently lying on Louis' lap while latter played with his curls. Occasionally Louis would look down at him before focusing back on the TV, thinking that Harry wouldn't notice (which he did though). Harry still didn't know what exactly to make of it.

In the commercial break Louis snorted at one of the clips, "This is so stupid and so fake. Who would even do that?"

Harry laughed because he was so right. He got up from his very comfortale position, "I'll get something to drink. Want something too?" He asked Louis, who shook his head.

Though, after a cocktail commercial came up he became thirsty and stood up to follow Harry into the kitchen. Before he could get Harry's attention Louis ducked next to the door frame and peeked around the corner. He saw Harry dancing a routine they had learned the previous lesson. It didn't look that bad even without partner, but he obviously had problems.

"You need a step more between the side thingys or whatever they're called." Harry stumbled backwards in surprise at Louis' voice. Then he blushed embarrassed and Louis chuckled. "I thought you wanted to drink."

Harry nodded and took a glass and filled it with sparkly mineral water, Louis following. "We can try together if you want." Louis suggested after he finished drinking.

"I don't know." Harry shrugged, "My biggest problem is not to kick Eleanor." At that confession Harry blushed again.

"Okay." Louis said, "I can be Eleanor."

Harry looked a bit uncertain but he couldn't come up with a reason as to why they shouldn't. So he shrugged, "Okay."

In the living room he turned off the TV and went to You tube on his phone. He searched for the song they always danced this difficult dance to. Louis looked over his shoulder. Once found Harry turned around and they stood infront of each other, awkwardly at first, not really knowing how to start. Then, Harry bursted into a fit of giggles, but he quickly slapped a hand over his mouth.

Louis laughed, "Gosh, you're such a kitten, it's so cute."

Harry blushed furiously, "No, Michael is the kitten." He mumbled. Calum, Michael, Louis and Harry hung out together more often after the first time and got along very well.

Louis, still chuckling, stepped closer to Harry, "Right, you're the frog, a really, really cute frog. Now let's dance."  With that he took one of Harry's hands into his and placed the other one on the other boys' shoulder. Still blushing, Harry placed his free hand on Louis' waist.

Louis also felt a blush rise on his cheeks, but he tried to cover it by raising an eyebrow and asked in what he hoped was a teasing tone of voice, "Music?"

"Oh." Harry whispered and let go of Louis' waist to start the song. Once he placed his hand back they waited 1, 2, 3, 4 before moving. But it wasn't long until Harry stepped on Louis' foot and they bursted out laughing. Actually, it was only three steppes since he couldn't concentrate because, holy shit, he was dancing with Louis and he was small and precious like this but he was also hot and sassy, and then... he stepped wrong.

After they calmed down a bit Louis said breathlessly, "Okay, again."

And they did. Except, suddenly they just- didn't.

Harry didn't know when they stopped dancing, or trying to, but now Louis was looking up at him through his increidibly beautiful eyelashes with a small smile. It was so intriguing that he couldn't help but lean down a bit. He didn't know if it was conscious but Louis' lifted his chin up a bit so their noses were touching. Harry saw Louis' smile vanish and his eyes flutter close. Harry took that as an invitation and leaned in nervously, closing his eyes.

Harry couldn't explain the feeling as their lips collided softly.  It was full of butterflies and fireworks, as cliché as that sounds. Harry slipped his arm around Louis' waist and pulled him closer, lips moving slowly in sync. Everything was slow and delicate about the moment, innocent and precious. Louis smiled into the kiss, Harry mirrowing, causing them to pull away and giggle.

Louis pulled his hand away from Harrys' and wrapped it around his neck instead to pull him into another kiss. It wasn't as causual and slow as the first but still increidibly sweet. Harrys' hand came up to cup Louis' cheek and with the other arm he held him close. Their lips moved together, stealing eachothers breath. Louis tangled his hand in Harry's curls, wanting him closer. They stood in the middle of the living room, just kissing sweetly, but passionate, and enjoying the closeness.

After pulling away they couldn't help but laugh breathlessly, eyes twinkling happily. Harry caressed Louis' cheek with the hand still resting there, looking at him in adoration.

"Harry?" Louis whispered.

"Yes?" Harry whispered too.

"Go on a date with me?" Harrys' smile widened and he gave him a small but clear nod before pulling him in for another kiss.

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They ended up snuggling on the couch, watching NCIS LA again. Somewhere in the middle of the episode Harry's arm, that was around Louis, slipped under the shorter boys' shirt tracing the warm skin there. Louis looked up to see Harry already smiling at him. Louis smiled back, "When are your parents coming back?"

Harry shrugged and leaned in. Louis complied happily and their lips met for what felt like the hundredth time in the last two hours or something. He enjoyed the sensation that ran down his spine while kissing Harry eventhough the angle was a bit awkward. Without breaking their somewhat lazy kiss Louis moved so Harry was laying on the couch and Louis hovered above him. Harry let out a soft moan and pulled him closer. Their kiss was now more fast and passionate. Harry tugged at Louis' shirt, wanting it off. Louis complied and pulled Harry up a bit to take his shirt off too.

Once that was done and their lips met again in a frantic kiss they both couldn't help the moans they let out, muffled in each others mouths. Louis' tounge roamed Harrys' mouth while running his hands all over the other boys' shirtless torso. Harry had his hand tangled in Louis' hair and his other running over the older boys' back.

Louis bit Harrys bottom lip and pulled back a little to look at his flushed face. Harrys' moan came from deep in his throat and his hips snapped up unconsciously. Louis moaned at the friction and went back to kissing the boys' swollen lips. He then continued kissing down Harrys' jaw and throat, leaving lovebites. He knew he found his sweet spot when Harry let out a moan that sounded more like a whimper than anything and Louis sucked. When he was satisfied with what he knew was going to be a bruise, he went back to kissing Harrys' addictive lips, the whole time grinding their hips against eachother.

"Oh my gosh!"

Someone screeched and Louis fell off of Harry onto the floor with a thud. "Ow." He mumbled and looked up to see Harrys' parents standing in the doorway. Louis looked down, embarrassed. 'Way to meet the parents of your soon- to- be- boyfriend.' he thought. Even if he met them before, but back then he was only a friend.

Harry broke the awkward silence by sitting up and clearing his throat. That seemed to snap Harrys' mother out of her state of shock and she elbowed her husband, "Told ya!" She grinned.

Louis still refused to look at anyone and grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, "I think I, err...I have to go now."

Harry didn't blame him but didn't bother putting his own shirt on, "Yeah, err... I'll come with you, to the door, I mean."

When they went to pass Harrys' parents his mother grabbed Louis and pulled him into a hug, "Don't be embarressed, dear. I'm happy my son found such a lovely boyfriend. If you dare to hurt my baby I will personally rip your hair off and stuff it into your mouth to choke to death, but as long as nothing happens, welcome to the family." The whole time her voice was cheery, even as she threatened to kill him.

Harry groaned and dragged Louis away from his mum. At the front door Louis put on his shoes. "Sorry 'bout that." Harry apologized.

Louis laughed, "Everything's fine." He stepped infront of Harry and traced his lovebites, "Everything's great."

Harry grinned and wrapped his arms around Louis' waist to kiss him again. It was sweet and soft, just their lips moving in sync, and Louis ran his hand over Harrys' still naked chest. The shorter boy pulled away first and said quietly, "I'll pick you up for our date tomorrow, 3 o'clock?" Harry nodded, smiling widely which Louis mirrowed. He leaned up to give the taller boy a quick kiss , "Then see you tomorrow, Hazza."

Harry nodded and smiled again, watching Louis walk away. His grin didn't leave his face as he practically skipped into the kitchen for a glass of water.

"Nice bruises." His father, who sat there reading his newspaper, teased.

But Harry wasn't embarrassed or bothered and continued to grin. "I know, right?"