(Please note for this chapter Darcy is at Harry's mums overnight)

I am very busy lately - forgive me ?

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Harry was content.

Lying on his bed, Louis tucked under his arm, little body all warm as they spoon in nothing but boxers. Exactly what Harry needed to clear his mind. Clear those thoughts which he does not dare vocalise.

He looked at Louis' face, soft, beautiful cheeks, long lashes, pretty caramel hair; he was just perfect.

"Baby you're perfect to me," Harry whispered softly as he stroked Louis' exposed shoulder. The boy, whose eyes were closed smiled.

He turned around in Harry's large arms, softly pushing his boyfriend onto his back, so he snuggles up and into his shoulder and arms.

"Shhh. Sleepy time." Louis mumbled, equally as quiet. And Louis did just that, he fell asleep on Harry's chest, finger softly tracing his boyfriend's tattoos.

But sadly that left Harry alone, to his own thoughts. Which as of late, where consuming his rational mind. Louis wasn't too young... was he?

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Something happened the next day, and honestly, Harry was left feeling nothing but guilt.... and Louis confused, hurt and sensitive.

*Flashback*

"Morning baby." Harry smiled softly as stroked the small boy's hair; it was then that Louis rolled over and on top of his boyfriend's body, crotch rubbing against Harry.

Both their eyes widened. Louis was sporting a boner.

The younger boy moaned softly as Harry's mouth fell open, mind screaming at him to do something, to push Louis off him, move him, so their crotches weren't touching, but no - he was frozen.

Instead, he watched as Louis' mouth opened in pleasure when he moved again. Hard cock rubbing against Harry's larger one. He was experiencing this sensation for the first time, and with Harry, it was even better.

"Oh my..." Louis let out a breathy moan and began to dry hump his boyfriend's thigh and crotch.

"No Louis... we-I can can't your... we can't," Harry mumbled his words together inarticulately. But of course, Louis didn't listen; he instead straddled his older boyfriend.

"Harry.... I want you... I really want you.... I-I love you please."

Harry bit his lip. Because Louis just said he loved him they have said I love you to each other many times... but suddenly it is real...and he isn't ready for any of this. But at the moment, man's biggest temptation was in front of him.

Sex.

And he wasn't resisting.

And he should have said no. He should have told Lou to go home. But he didn't think twice and instead said; "Fuck Lou... okay okay... baby.... are you sure. Please look at me, yeah? Tell me if this is what you want?"

Harry took hold of his small boyfriend's cheeks, looking into his pretty blue eyes.

"Yes, Harry.... I love you. I trust you."

Harry bit his lip as he watched Louis... watched Louis slightly raise his eyebrow, just as if he was waiting to hear those special three words in return... like he usually does.

But they never came.

"Okay baby, will make you feel so good. Because you deserve the best, so beautiful, so lovely, so perfect." Harry praised.

And then Louis forgot all about Harry not saying those three words.... and instead, fell in love with his boyfriend even more as they shared the most intimate of exchanges.

*Flashback end*

But here was Louis now, the following evening, after falling asleep following giving Harry the one thing he could never get back.

He frowned when he was alone, in a cold, empty bed. A note on the bedside table and no Harry.

'Dear Louis.

I made a mistake. I'm so sorry. I need a break.'

He thought his first time would be loving, leaving him with a happy content smile, when he awoke in the arms of his lover. Instead, he feels empty, confused... and now understanding;

Harry doesn't love him.