"Why do you always do that?" Harry scrunched his eyebrows, frowning at Louis lighting a cigarette.

The boy blew out the smoke after taking a drag, "It's numbs the guilt."

Harry shifted on his side to peer down at Louis's naked and sweaty form, they had been fucking around for more than 3 weeks now. Every time Harry feels amazing and better than before, but also suffocated with remorse piling up in his conscience. Sometimes, he wonders whether the reason he feels the butterflies and happiness when he does something as simple as look at Louis is that he can't stop his wrong doing.

"The failure of my marriage isn't your fault, Louis." His soft words made Louis snort humourlessly. "There's no reason for you to blame yourself for my mistakes."

"Wish the reason was this petty." He shook his head, once again placing the cigarette in between his lips.

Frowning, Harry wanted to ask the boy about his past, or even the future, know every little thing about him. It's hateful to imagine an amazing boy like Louis to ever suffer and have so much repentance in him. He knows very little about Louis, but he does know that he's a good boy (He is being biased cause only 'good' Louis has been, is for 'daddy'.) Shaking his head out of such thoughts, he kept quite and after a while said, "That's not a healthy way to deal with it."

Louis waved his advice off, "At least it's effective." He shifted on his side to face Harry.

They stared at each other for a while, each trying to contemplate why their secret little rendezvous is still going on for so long. Infatuation dies down, lust gets fulfilled, then what else is missing which makes them come back for more?

"I'm sorry." When he saw Louis scrunch his eyebrows in confusion, he repeated, "I'm sorry for doing this, for bringing you in this mess."

Louis turned and threw his finished blunt fag in the ashtray, "Don't be." He came back face to face with Harry and looked straight in his luring green eyes, "Your marriage was doomed from before."

"You seem to know awful lot about doom." Louis chuckled at that. The man wasn't offended, he was curious, "But, what makes you say that?"

"Most of the relationships are meant to be broken." Louis shrugged. "I mean, how long could you would've pound into the nothingness of his arse."

Harry laughed at that, "Nick's a nice guy." And he isn't cause he's making fun of his own husband. Gosh! He's going to hell.

Louis raised his hand, "Never said he isn't." He rested his chin on his fist and admired the way moonlight hit on Harry's face, accentuating his chiseled features and the crates of his dimples. "Why the sudden pillow talk?"

"I like mysteries. You're my favourite by far, Mr. Tomlinson."

Louis rolled his eyes, "Oh really, why?"

"Cause even though I haven't figured you out yet, the results look promising." He squinted his eyes at Louis, waiting for him to react.

"Just say that you're lonely and need someone to talk to." He shook his head.

"No, I'm not lonely and I do have other people to talk to except you." Harry propped up on his elbows to lean his head on his fist. "But, you're quite intriguing."

"I blow smoke on your face half of the time." Louis raised his eyebrow.

"And your point is?" Harry questioned.

Louis smiled, with crinkles by his eyes, making Harry's heart stutter at the site. "You're such a dork, Harold."

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"No, really I'm serious!" Harry laughed at another one of Louis's unusual adventures.

The work was hectic and life just tiring, making Harry feel like getting up and leave for a while. So, he did, deciding to go out for a long drive with Louis.

He has always loved to go out for long drives, seeing the city pass by him as he stayed inside the car momentarily being totally unaffected by what's going around. The silence for once not suffocating, but calm. This time though it was hardly any silence since Louis kept on blabbing about and surprisingly, it was happiness what he was feeling. And that makes him feel more alive.

"Yeah, I totally believe you." Harry replied. After coming down from laughing his obnoxious donkey laugh. It's obnoxious to Louis because it's suppose to be ugly instead of being so adorable.

Humming, Louis glanced out the window, before rubbing his hands and turning as much as he could towards Harry. "Does Nick like going out late at nights like this with you?"

Harry shrugged, with both hands on the steering wheel and eyes on the road. "He does but we don't really go out much since he's been so busy." He frowned.

Huh, so he's not the only one to share this precious moment with Harry. He shouldn't be jealous of that lanky ass fellow, because Louis Tomlinson doesn't feel such things and why should he? He's perfect! But clearly that's not enough for Harry since he's just being a replacement.

Louis mentally shook his head at such thoughts, he's probably just high or something. "Good lord! How much does he work!"

Harry rolls his eyes, "Some people would say that's a good trait." He chuckles glancing at Louis's wrinkled nose on his face. "Why do you hate him so much?" He turned to look at Louis.

'Maybe cause he gets to call you his.' Ok, wow! Those mollies were surely of very good quality. "He's a hoephobic that's why."

Harry bursts out laughing once again, "From where do get such terms!"

Louis smiled at Harry, Nick could own the privilege of calling Harry his, but at least Louis would be the reason behind Harry's smile. And this matters because? "How did you two meet? Like what's your story?"

Harry let out a breath before starting, "Nick's and my parents have been friends for a long time so him and I go way back. He was my best friend, we went to same school and basically did everything together. He came out of the closet when he was like 14 and started dating. I thought I was straight till once puberty hit me and instead of getting off to boobs and shit, I got off to sucking dicks and pounding into guy's asses. My suspicions of being gay confirmed when I started feeling something besides platonic for Nick, seeing him with his boyfriend made me jealous. I realised that I like him, but didn't really tell him anything since I was scared that it might ruin our friendship. So, I kept my mouth shut and controlled my anger every time he mentioned how good of a friend I am or how great some guy looks. We even end up going to the same college and in the second year, I thought, 'fuck it' and came out to everyone. I was relieved when Nick told me he felt the same way but didn't tell me cause he thought I was straight. And we've been together since then.."

After a couple of minutes, Louis said, "Wow, that seems like a story right out of a book or something."

Harry just smiled, not because of remembering the past, but seeing the way Louis looked so soft and angelic with bluest of blue eyes peering at him.

And as the city lights passed by them, Louis leaned his head on the dashboard of the car and turn to look at Harry, wondering how their story would sound like, definitely not something you could tell your grandkids about.

As if on cue, Ed sheeran's voice played through the radio, 'And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways'

The scene was so cheesy, looked straight out of a sappy movie and Harry loved it cause he was a huge romantic at heart. He even slowed down the car and turn to look at Louis with one hand on the wheel while raising another to hold Louis's hand, he felt like breakdancing when Louis raised his arm too, but Louis being Louis, changed the radio station to some rock playing band.

The romantic mood did shatter, but not Harry's wonderful time because what happened and what turned out to happen was all so Louis like and really, that's it for making him smile like an idiot.

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"How can you not have any sex toys!?" Louis pulled out from Harry's hungry mouth to ask exasperatedly.

When Louis had gone exploring Harry's home to look for some dirt, only after half an hour later did he found out from Harry that he doesn't have the sex necessities.

"I don't know." Harry was having a raging boner with feeling Louis's naked form pressed against his. All he wanted to do was be in Louis to pay attention to anything else.

"Why?" Louis asked and then moaned as Harry sucked hard on his nipple, while tugging the other one. "Damn! You and nick have granny sex."

Harry groaned and detached his lips from Louis to grab the boy's face. He held both his cheeks in his huge hands, loving the soft skin, "Please shut up, I don't want to imagine grandmother's having sex right now." His dick is hard and flushed in between Louis's arse cheeks.

They are pressed against each other in the laundry room cause why not? It's the only place where they haven't fuck on this floor. Louis was kissing down his neck while grinding down on him for Harry to not hear the door of the house opening. They both froze when a loud voice boomed in the now silent house.

"Harry!"

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