Harry doesn't know what to do the next morning. He accidentally fell asleep in Louis' room. He doesn't worry about his parents, since they knew that the concert was a whole big thing and that everyone gets together afterwards. They didn't expect him home, but still, he's never stayed over someone's house. People just don't do that, unless it's family.

He also doesn't know what he and Louis are. They... a little bit more than hooked up, but still haven't said anything about it. Or about anything they've ever done.

He gets up, with nothing but his underwear on. He doesn't remember taking his jeans off, but his slight headache suggests that he probably won't. His underwear is dirty, but there's another pair on top of his shirt and jeans, so he takes it as a hint to just borrow the clean ones.

Harry peaks his head out of the door. No one's in the hallway, among the three other doors. "Louis' downstairs." He turns his head to the staircase, and up comes Boozer with a piece of toast in his hand. Harry nods awkwardly and walks out of the room, staying close to to other side of the wall that Boozer walks on. It makes the other boy laugh. Anyone could see that Harry was intimidated by him. Even though he has a thing with Louis, the one who partially takes care of Boozer in the first place.

"Who's that?" Louis calls when Harry enters the kitchen.

"Uh, just me," he says, gawking at Louis' bare torso. He stands further away, with his hands gripping the counter nervously.

Louis nods to himself as he cooks. "Want anything?"

Harry shakes his head. "No, I'll just have some toast. Where's the bread?" he asks, and moves to the other side of the counter to look in whichever cabinet Louis tells him it's in. However instead Louis goes to get it for him, and bumps into him. His hand flies to Harry's waist so he doesn't stumble. He smirks.

"Hi there." He mumbles. He kisses Harry just because, and sucks on his lip, then squeezes his side before going back to the stove. "Top left cabinet, love." He tells him.

Harry partially isn't over the little kiss. Or what they had done the previous night. But if he even dared think of that then his cheeks would without a doubt go pink.

"Uhm, there's none in here," he says when looking through the cabinet as well as the few around it.

Louis looks up and into the opened cabinet, then sighs. "Fuck. Alright. I'll have to get some more. Let me make you an egg, then. I've already done mine."

So, Louis cooks Harry breakfast, all while talking and saying things that make the younger boy laugh. When they finally both finish their breakfast, Louis quickly rushes to put a shirt and shoes on.

"You and Louis have a thing?" Harry jumps, turning around to face whoever had spoken. It's Randall, someone who Harry's never met before, however the face at least looks familiar.

"Uh... yes. W-Why?"

Randall goes to speak, but is caught by Louis grabbing his collar from behind. "What're you doing? Why aren't you in school?" he asks.

The boy laughs. "I was just interrogating your fling! Ya know, ask him what his intentions are with you?"

Louis rolls his eyes. "He's not just a fling. Now go to school!" He lightly shoves him towards the door. "Sorry bout him. He wants to drop out, but as long as I'm here they's all goin to school," he says. "Now c'mon. Got some food to buy." He nods his head towards the door.

Louis entertains Harry throughout their whole trip to and in the store, and he has to conceal the grin off his face.

Louis turns towards Harry when they approach the register. "Yeah, my girl dont let me smoke in the same room as her," he says as if they had been in an actual conversation beforehand.

Harry looks confused, but just nods, especially when Louis nudges his ribs. "Ah, sucks." Louis puts his items on the counter and pays for them. The boy working looks at them awkwardly, but when Louis raises his eyebrows at him he just looks down and hands him his change. They leave the store, and Harry drives back to Louis' place. Though the whole way there he can't determine whether Louis actually has a girl or not. If he was using him or not.

Once they're back in the kitchen Harry bites his lips. "What was that?"

Louis raises his eyebrows, and then nods. "Oh. He was looking at us weirdly. Didn't want to risk anything. Being how we are together isn't the safest thing if someone untrustworthy were to find out," he says.

Harry bites the inside of his cheek. "Right, sorry." He purses his lips.

Louis has bread in his mouth, and shakes his head. "Don't be. I should've told you it would happen sometimes." He mumbles with food in his mouth. Then he grabs Harry by the cheeks and presses a kiss on both of them. Harry can't help but smile at him, and his cheeks smush due to Louis' hands still on them. "You're so cute." He mumbles, then finishes what's in his mouth. It only makes Harry grin harder.

He pecks Louis' lips, but is then taken by the neck and kissed deeply. Louis' shorter than him, but he's leant back against the counter in such a way that makes him hover over him instead of it being the other way around. Harry grabs the bottom of Louis shirt, tilting his head when Louis pushes his tongue into his mouth. He pulls Harry's bottom lip between his teeth for a second. Harry follows his lips blindly, but when they don't meet again he opens his eyes. "Someone's eager." Louis smirks.

Harry furrows his eyebrows, not aware of his pouting. It makes Louis smile before kissing him again. While one hand stays on the boys face, the other moves to his waist, pulling him closer. He's pushing his lips hard against Harry's, not that Harry minds, and sucking on his lips. They're red and slightly swollen by the time he moves his mouth down the boys jaw and onto his neck. He smirks, seeing a hickey that he had made the night before, and lightly presses a kiss to it.

"Got a mark there." He mumbles against Harry's lips. Harry reaches up to touch it, right under his jaw.

"Gonna have to say some chick did it." Harry frowns.

Louis doesn't care, as he's always had to lie about his relationships. He nips Harry's lip. "But only you know what really happened." He smirks, his hands trailing under Harry's shirt. "How hard I'm gonna work ya someday." And god, does Harry know what he means. And he doesn't object either, because way in the back of his mind, he can't wait for Louis to wreck him someday either.

"I've got to head out soon before someone at home thinks I've gotten abused by someone over here." He jokes.

Louis rolls his eyes playfully. "Yeah sure, maybe your lips, ya fox." He leans back against the wall. Harry pushes himself off from the counter and sidles up to him.

"When can I come see you again?" He asks. "Don't wanna be away too long. Who knows when some pretty lady will sweep you off your feet."

Louis gently shoves his shoulder. "By pretty lady do ya mean tall man with long hair like one?" Harry blushes. "Having a party here in two days. Swing by and 'ave a few drinks with me, head up to my room, you know how it goes." He grins.

Harry bites his lip to conceal his smile becoming any larger than it already is. "Sure thing." He's already got everything he came with on him, and Louis walks him to the door.

"Alright." He murmurs. "See ya then, doll." He leans against the door frame as Harry leaves, and watches him drive off with flushed cheeks and a hickey left from yours truly.