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That is Louis' window that Harry sneaks in through💕😊.

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Louis sat in his bed, he stared at three different outfits. He contemplated all of them, it wasn't because he'd walk by Harry, no that wasn't it, he just thought he'd try out something different. It was past 11 and he should have been asleep 2 hours ago, but nope, here he was trying to decide what to wear.

Another ten minutes passed by slowly with no luck on deciding then when he had first grabbed the clothes thirty minutes ago. Groaning in annoyance he stood up and decided to change into pajamas and go to sleep. Was there really a point in trying to look good anyway? Most days he looked like complete crap and Harry still tried talking to him. He might look too extra if he tried anymore.

He disappeared into the bathroom to brush his teeth and use the toilet. He changed into one of Liam's large shirts from secondary school (that he stole and Liam still didn't know he had) and frowned when he saw he hadn't brought pajama bottoms (honestly how did he end up getting a scholarship for being academically successful?).

He walked back out and picked up the bottoms from where they were at the foot of his bed. He stood back up and almost fainted at what he saw.

He almost fainted. He didn't though. He staggered back a bit in surprise. Harry was leaning against the windowsill a playful smirk gracing his face.

"You almost killed me with fright!" Louis scolded. He put his hands on his hips and glared at Harry, he hoped he looked at least slightly threatening. And that Harry couldn't hear how fast his heart was beating.

"I like the view," is all Harry commented as he walked over and sat on Louis' bed. Confused Louis looked down, his face grew Crimson and he stumbled on words to say. He grabbed his pajama bottoms and quickly put them on. Harry chuckled, "I don't mind."

Louis huffed in clear distaste, "what do you want now?" He asked.

"We should hang out." Harry said.

Louis glanced at the clock on his bedside table, "at 10 to 12 in the morning?" He inquired in disbelief.

"Better late than never." Harry pointed out.

"No, I'm tired. I have a class at 7." Louis exclaimed.

Harry frowned. "I'll get you to your class by 7, I just wanted to hang out, but if you rather be a goody goody and get your sleep, alright." He started to stand up. Louis swallowed thickly as Harry came up to him, he felt his hand brush against the skin at his waist. Louis shivered slightly, and moved away. Except Harry pulled him back to him. They bumped chests and Louis froze.

"You need to so stop doing that," Louis muttered, he met Harry who was looking at him with odd wide green eyes.

"Darling, you already know I won't hurt you." Harry commented.

"I didn't say you were, I just don't like being jerked around." Louis mumbled.

Harry laughed softly, two came up to tap at his lower lip. "Is that so?"

Louis didn't know it was possible to resemble a tomato but he for sure thinks he could be their twin, he pulled back from Harry and his frown deepened. "If you're just going to laugh at me then go already."

"I came with the intents to hang out, if you don't want to leave then I'll just stay here." Harry shrugged. He looked around Louis' rather large room.

Louis sighed heavily. "Harold please. I need to sleep. Leave." But Louis didn't really sound urgent while saying that. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like having Harry there. He was just glad Harry didn't point that out.

Louis started to quickly put his clothes back. Instead choosing his ever lasting same outfit. Blue skinny jeans and a light colored shirt with a dark pullover.

Harry rummaged through his drawers at the other end. "Woah." He muttered all of a sudden. Louis' head shot up and he squealed when he saw exactly what drawer Harry was looking through. "That's private!" Louis yelled lowly, he tried to push Harry away, but it only caused for the two of them to fall back against his bed. Louis fell on top of Harry and Harry bumped his head softly against the headboard. Louis kicked the drawer close with his foot and glared down at Harry.

Harry smiled up at him cheekily. "As much as I like you like this I prefer it another way lovely." And Harry pushed Louis off of him so that Louis was lying beside him. Another moment passed and then Harry was on Louis this time pushing him down. Louis gasped audibly at feeling Harry so close against him. Harry leaned down, laughing lowly, "much better," he muttered softly against Louis' ear.

Louis' breath caught in his throat. He didn't push Harry off though. It was just something about Harry that seemed to pull Louis in. Harry knew this and he couldn't help but smile. He pushed back a strand of Louis' hair. Louis' eyes were the prettiest shade of blue that he's ever seen. Harry couldn't help himself, he never could really control himself, he leaned down and his lips were just barely touching Louis', he stopped himself.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry asked.

He's never asked, he's never been given the need to. Everything is always given to him, everyone gives into him. But, this was Louis. Louis who was this sweet and small lad who Harry sees walking to one of the most elite universities. Louis who smiles at the stupidest things and blushes at the oddest things that Harry says or does. Louis who doesn't seem scared of Harry, who never really pushed Harry away, instead choosing to actually let him in. Louis, whom Harry was sure that whatever he said louis should do, he would. And that, in itself was crazy. Harry could tell that he already had Louis wrapped around his finger, that within days he could bed him.

But, instead he asked.

Because good things take time, and even Harry knew Louis was too good for him.

Louis' answer came a quiet and exact three seconds later. Harry knows because that's how long it took for Louis to become pliant in his arms and hook his legs over Harry's.

"Yes,"

And a bewildered Harry became even more surprised when Louis leaned up and locked their lips in a sweet kiss. Harry gently squeezed Louis' waist. Their lips against each other's and Louis' hands entangling in Harry's hair.

The boy whom Harry had been dreaming about for weeks was now in his arms. Louis pulled back, heavy eyelids and soft gasps as Harry kissed across his jawline and towards his neck where he sucked a purple mark against Louis' skin, at which Louis only tilted his head and tugged at Harry's curls.

Louis fumbled with the buttons of Harry's jeans. And damn, Harry didn't think he'd get this far this quick. He pulled back and laughed softly. "What happened to only in your wildest dreams?" He asked with a quiet laugh. Louis froze and looked away.

Harry frowned, "no darling, I was joking."

And the high from the kiss was slowly disappearing as Louis realized what he had let happen. As always, when it came to Harry, Louis' sensibility went out the same window that Harry came in from.

Harry noticed Louis' frigid change. "Baby it's okay,"

"You're going to play me won't you? Just use me and then disappear the same way you came from." Louis muttered lowly.

Harry didn't say anything because yeah, that was what he was going to do. Louis laughed. "You won't even deny it."

Harry looked away, and when he looked back there was a smile on his face. "But for now, there's you and there's I, and we are here. Isn't that what matters?"

Louis didn't know which hurt more, that he was right and Harry wasn't denying it, or simply that being hurt was simply inevitable.

Louis searched Harry's eyes for anything, that would give him ideas that Harry would stay.

He found none.

Harry kissed Louis' cheek. "Sleep now, but this weekend I will take you out, you won't see me hanging around the usual place anymore."

Louis felt a strong pull at his heart. Harry couldn't possibly be leaving. Harry noticed his facial expression and took Louis' hand.

"Leave your window unlocked and I'll come in by that. I don't think your roommate likes me that much, so I won't be using the front door. If you leave your window locked, I'll understand." Harry stated.

Louis only looked away and side. He nodded and Harry ran hand his through Louis' hair. Sleep got the better of him.

When he woke up, he was alone. The window was shut tightly, and Louis got up and went to it. He skimmed the little knob at the bottom of it that keeps it locked or open. Right now it was open.

Louis left it like that.

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