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"Are you coming to my graduation?" Louis asks Harry one month later.

They're at Walmart, shopping for drinks, cigarettes, and snacks for the small get-together that's supposed to take place at the frat house later that evening.

It was Louis' idea to get all the frat guys together, Liam and Harry included, and have a lads night the day before graduation.

"Do you want me to come?"

"Do you want to come?" Louis replies with a question, and Harry's gotten used to it already.

They're not together per se, but they definitely spent more time together for the past month that apart. This time involved innocent (and sometimes not so innocent) sleepovers, ten (and counting) amazing fucks, a few dates here and there, and hand holding around campus.

They studied together for the final exam week, and they're both sure that Louis will pass them all. (Harry passing them isn't even a question.)

"Of course I do. I went last year too when Nick-"

"Oh I don't want to hear how you went to your boyfriend's graduation last year." Louis mumbles and picks up a Vodka bottle from the shelf.

"You're the closest thing I've had to a boyfriend for the past two years Louis, give it a rest."

Louis smiles but doesn't look at him as he places the bottle in the basket Harry's carrying.

"What will you do once I'm gone? Will you tell this to all the future boys you'll fuck against the railing on your balcony?"

Harry's stomach flips. Partially because of the dirty talk Louis has no remorse of initiating in public, and partially because it's another reminder that in four days, Louis will be completely gone. On another continent.

"Hm. I'll have to think about it." He answers teasingly and places two water bottles in the basket.

"Why have two water bottles when you can have a water bottle and a Gin bottle?" Louis asks as he takes one of the bottles out of the basket and replaces it with Gin.

"Why be healthy and have a strong liver when you can have liver failure and alcohol poisoning?"

Harry puts the water bottle back into the basket, but leaves the Gin be. He loves it when they argue. And he loves Louis. He's been telling him that almost daily, usually when he's balls deep inside of him or the other way around, but the circumstances don't mean he isn't being anything but truthful.

"Alright so we need one more bottle. It all comes down to this. Jägermeister or Tequila?"

"Jägermeister."

"So Tequila it is." Louis smiles. "See? Team work."

"You're so frustrating."

"You weren't complaining when I was fucking you yesterday." Louis snickers.

Harry groans and pulls him in by the back of his head to kiss him swiftly.

"Can I please eat you out when we get home?" he asks against Louis' lips.

"Hm...I don't know, can you?"

"May I please eat out your ass?"

"Yes you may." Louis smiles and presses another kiss to his lips before he pulls back. "Now stop trying to distract me Styles. I saw you putting the Tequila bottle back."

"Why do you have your eyes open when I kiss you? I caught a grenade for-"

"Please don't ever talk to me again. Don't even talk to yourself."

-

They arrive at the frat house with everything they've bought three hours, mutual blowjobs in Harry's dorm, and a long shower later.

Everyone's already there, watching Top Gun and drinking beer. Or what's left of it.

"It's time you two got here!" Niall exclaims when he sees them. "Pizza should be here soon."

"Is Liam not coming?" Harry asks when he looks around and doesn't spot him.

"He's out to rent a movie."

"Rent a movie?" Louis asks, plopping himself on the couch between Niall and Josh. "How old school."

The doorbell rings, and Niall jumps up from the couch. "Pizza's here! C'mon lads, let me see the money."

"I thought Coach was paying?" Bryan asks, confused.

"Coach is coming?" Louis looks surprised.

"A bit later, he's in a meeting. Come on now! How much longer do I have to wait?"

They all chip in with ten dollars, and the change goes to Harry, who paid for the drinks and snacks.

"You can take my place mate." Niall tells him once he's settled down in front of the coffee table where the pizzas have been opened.

Niall's wink suggests Harry that he didn't just move on the floor so he can be closer to the pizza, but he smiles nonetheless and takes a seat next to Louis.

"Oi, you're squishing me mate!" Louis complains, wiggling his ass.

"Are you calling me fat?"

"No, I'm saying I have a big arse."

"Harry knows that too well." Zayn suggestively says from his place on the armchair.

"Who enters and eats my ass is none of your business." Louis tells him, pointing the slice in Zayn's direction. "Speaking of, how's the whole threesome arrangement with Liam and Sophia huh?"

"That was one time! When are you going to let it go?"

"Let what go?"

Liam enters the living room with two movies in hand and a smile on his face when he spots the pizza.

"The fact that Zayn had a threesome with you and Sophia."

"Oh."

Liam sits down next to Niall and places the movie he's rented on the table.

"James Bond and...The Notebook? What the fuck mate?" Louis asks after he reads the titles.

"The guys said to buy something romantic. Since you know, we should have an excuse for our crying other than the fact that some of us will graduate tomorrow."

"I'm the only one graduating tomorrow."

"And we're going to miss you." Niall points out.

"Jesus, I didn't know this was going to be a cry fest." Louis mumbles, leaning back into the couch, and Harry knows he doesn't the like the attention.

"So are we going to watch a movie or not?" He asks, trying to take the focus off Louis.

Dave gets up from the beanbag and puts the first movie in.

"Thanks." Louis whispers to him when the movie starts and everyone's attention drifts to the plasma a few feet away.

Harry smiles and places his hand on Louis' thigh, patting it to let him know it's okay.

Halfway through the movie, Louis finishes his pizza and rubs his belly, which Harry finds adorable. Funny how he spends more time watching Louis than the actual movie.

"You're watching me." Louis observes when he leans back against the couch and turns his head to Harry.

"You're prettier than Daniel Craig."

Louis smiles and cuddles into him by pulling his knees up on the couch so he can lean into Harry's side. Harry's left hand comes to rest on Louis' knee and they finally focus on the movie, although the fact that they can feel each other so close is a bit distracting.

When they finish the James Bond movie, Louis is practically in Harry's lap. He's sitting between Harry's bent and spread legs, leaning back into his chest with the back of his head on Harry's shoulder.

Harry's not sure how well Louis can see what's currently going on in the second movie, but he doesn't mind it one bit. He likes having Louis close and the fact that he can wrap his arms around his waist.

At one point throughout the movie when there's not much going on, Niall gets up to bring more beer from the kitchen (because if they're watching The Notebook they might at least have a beer with it to pretend they're manly) and returns with two six packs in hand, and a blanket in another.

After he places the packs on the table, he leans over to drape the blanket over Harry and Louis with a smile.

By the time the movie ends, everyone has glassy eyes.

"That was uh-nice movie." Bryan says and coughs. "Good beer. Do we have some nachos? Or steak?"

"Man food basically." Dave adds.

"You sexist shits." Niall laughs and gets up to bring a bag of nachos.

An hour later, the party breaks up because everyone wants to get some sleep before tomorrow.

"You're not actually going to sleep are ya?" Louis asks once they're in his room.

"Um, no?"

"I've got something for us."

Harry looks at Blue as she jumps on the bed and walks over to cuddle into his hand.

"Weed?" he asks when he sees Louis sitting down next to him with a small metal box.

"Yep. One proper joint before I graduate. C'mon Styles, don't let me down."

"Fine." Harry sighs, although he wasn't even thinking about not having a smoke.

Blue settles between them as they face each other, legs crossed while Louis rolls the joint. When he's finally finished, he lets Harry do the honors by lighting it up.

Harry exhales the smoke into Louis' face with a grin.

"Don't even give me that face when you're smoking my weed." Louis smiles and waits for Harry to take a few more hits before he grabs the spliff.

"You know, you get really big frog eyes when you're high."

They've already smoked half of it, and by now they're giggling like little kids.

"Me?" Harry gasps, eyes widening. "At least I don't claim to be five foot nine."

"I am five foot nine!"

"No you're not! You're five six the most."

"Fine. No dick for you tonight."

Harry laughs. "You don't even believe yourself."

"Go fuck yourself. At least my hair is not a fucking parabola."

"At least I know what a parabola is."

"You're an asshole." Louis states and blows the smoke into his face with anger.

"Well they say that you are what you eat." He grins.

"Jesus Chr-stop smoking the entire weed!"

Harry pulls his hands back when Louis reaches out for it.

"Sorry babe." Louis mutters when he lifts Blue up and places her out of the way so he can finally straddle Harry. "Then we'll share it properly."

Harry smirks and takes a hit. He waits for Louis to lower his mouth onto his so he can blow the smoke into his mouth.

By their third shotgun, Louis wraps his legs around Harry's waist properly and starts grinding against him.

"I thought I wouldn't get any dick tonight?" Harry asks with a knowing smile on his lips.

"Does it look like I'm giving you my dick right now?"

"Alright." Harry sadly says.

"I didn't say that you aren't going to give me your dick though. Learn to read between the lines Styles, you're planning on becoming a psychologist."

"Louis." Harry says after a while of grinding and exchanging smoke.

"What?"

"Do you think pigeons have feelings? Like when someone shoos them-" "Oh my God shut the fuck up." Louis groans with a fond smile before he pulls Harry in to kiss him.

As soon as the kiss gets more heated, Louis takes the joint out of Harry's hands and places it in the ashtray on the nightstand.

"Heyyy, I wasn't done with that." Harry complains.

"You are now. Let's get naked."

Harry doesn't need to be told twice. His hands come down to Louis' shirt to pull it off, and then do the same with his own.

"I fucking love your tattoos." He breathes into Louis' neck, running his hands all over his chest.

"You love me."

"I do."

"Say it."

"I fucking love you. You're an asshole, but I love you. Fuck."

He pushes forward so Louis is laying on his back with Harry between his legs.

Louis cups his face and kisses him deeply while Harry works on getting their pants off. It's not that hard, because they're both wearing sweats and briefs underneath.

Harry breaks off the kiss to stand up so he can grab the lube and a condom from Louis' nightstand. When he turns back around, Louis is pushing him down on his back, which causes him to almost hit his head against the headboard.

"We're going to do this my way." He tells Harry.

Louis takes Harry's hand and pushes two of his fingers into Harry's mouth, ordering him to suck on them.

"Your fingers are fucking huge." He moans when Harry's fingers finally enter him. He rides them as ragged breaths slip out of his mouth. It's sloppy but he's trying to move fast so he can finally have Harry inside him.

"Alright, that's enough." Louis complains when Harry gets a cocky smile on his lips as he scissors his fingers inside of him.

"Sassy."

"Shut up."

Harry reaches out for the condom, but Louis stops him.

"Can we not?"

"You don't want to use a condom?"

"Are you clean?" Louis questions. "Because I sure am."

"Uh...yeah I am."

"Why so hesitant? Don't you want to feel me properly?" Louis whispers in his ear, arching his back under Harry's wandering hands.

"Fuck, I do. Come on."

Louis smiles and kneels up over his cock, carefully positioning it under his entrance before he slips down slowly.

"Fuuuck. Feels so good."

Harry's hands come to grip into Louis' hips.

"Lou."

"Hm?" Louis asks and leans over to the nightstand to take the joint. He lights it up again.

"Blue is watching us."

"'s alright. Some sex ed won't hurt her."

"Are you fucking se-" Harry's words get stuck in his throat when Louis finally starts grinding his hips down so that Harry's finally bottomed out.

One of his hands is placed flat against Harry's chest, and the other one is holding the joint to his lips.

"Like this? Me riding you while smoking."

"Yeah, it's hot. I can't believe you're mine."

"I'm not yours." Louis frowns, although they both know that's not true.

"Yeah you are. All mine." Harry squeezes his hips. "So pretty."

Louis takes one last long hit and then bends down to exhale it into Harry's mouth.

Harry's big hands squeeze his ass while they kiss, and then Louis pulls away again to put the joint out in the ashtray.

"Finally." He breathes when Louis begins to properly ride him, bouncing up and down with his palms on his clenching abs.

"So are you going to let me do everything by myself?" Louis complains after a while, when he can slowly feel that exquisite feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach, indicating that he's slowly building up towards his orgasm.

Harry doesn't even wait for Louis to say another word, because he grabs him by the hips, plants his feet of the bed, and begins fucking up into him mercilessly.

Louis' legs give out under him and Harry is quick to sit up so he has Louis in his lap. It's easier for Louis to grind his hips into figure eights.

"'m close Lou." He whispers into his mouth, scratching Louis' lower back.

"Me too. Wanna suck you off before I come though."

"Alright, shit."

Louis clenches around him on purpose, sucks a bruise into his neck, and the next thing Harry sees is white behind his eyelids as he comes inside Louis.

"Jesus fucking Christ, it feels fuckin' amazing." Louis moans, pulling Harry by his hair.

He rides Harry through his orgasm, and then pushes him back down to get his cock out of his ass. He shuffles away from Harry's chest and gets between his bent legs to suck him off.

Harry's hands immediately come to tangle into his hair, while one of Louis' hands goes right to his cock as he starts tugging at it.

He sucks Harry as deep as he can, until he hits the back of his throat.

"I love your non-existent gag reflex." Harry randomly says and tightens his grip on Louis' hair.

"Shut up."

Louis' jerks become quicker, messier, and Harry knows he's close, so he pushes up into Louis' throat.

Louis moans around his cock as he comes all over the sheets, and doesn't pull his mouth off of Harry as he closes his eyes to calm down.

"I'm glad you came." Harry smiles, looking down at Louis.

"Don't quote The fucking Wanted to me while I have your dick in my mouth."

Harry laughs so hard it vibrates all over his body, even in Louis' mouth. He finally pulls off and moves away from the pool of come.

"Your turn to clean me up." Louis mumbles and pulls the blanket off the bed so he can lay down on the sheets.

"I always clean us up. Every single time."

"That's why I said your turn."

Harry sighs but gets up nonetheless to get a flannel and clean Louis up, and then himself. When he's done, he empties the ashtray in the toilet and finally gets into bed.

As soon as he's turned off the light in the room, Louis cuddles up to him, placing his head on his chest and throwing a leg over Harry's thighs.

"I can't believe I'm going to graduate tomorrow." He whispers.

Harry loves it when Louis confides in him while they're in the dark. He loves hearing Louis' thoughts and worries and basically everything of what he has to say.

"For years ago it seemed so far away, like I had all the time in the world, but now I'm graduating. And I'll have to act all grown up. It's scary."

Harry's hand comes up to Louis' back to draw soft circles into it, trying to comfort him. He can feel the bed dip next to his shoulder; a sign that Blue has joined them once again.

"It's going to be fine. At least you know what you're going to do once you-leave."

The word doesn't feel nice on Harry's tongue, and he hates that. In less than a week, Louis will be gone. The thought just won't leave his mind, no matter how hard he tries.

Louis falls silent after his words, and he doesn't speak for a few minutes.

"I can feel your heart beating against my cheek." He tells Harry.

"You do this to me."

Louis' breath hitches.

"Why?"

Harry knows he already knows the answer, but he just wants to hear those words.

"Because I love you."

Louis goes quiet. He always does when Harry says he loves him, and then he shoots a disbelieving look.

"You still don't believe me, do you?" Harry asks.

"I'm never going to believe you."

"Then I'm going to say it forever and a day. Until you do."

"Bullshit."

"Don't even tempt me."

Louis' arms tighten around him. "And what if I do?"

"Then you won't get rid of me. Ever."

"That's a long time." Louis whispers. "It's not real."

"I think it can be."

"What are we going to do about Blue once I'm gone?" Louis changes the subject. Of course.

"We can leave her with Niall or Barbara. They love her."

"Yeah." Louis answers with a yawn.

"We should go to sleep. You need to be up early tomorrow."

"Right then. Good night Harry."

"Night Lou." Harry whispers and tightens his arms around him. He never wants to let go, but he has to. In less than a week.

He's fucked.

-

Harry wakes up the next morning to Louis pacing to the room, screaming into the phone.

"Who was the poor soul you were torturing so early in the morning?" he asks in a sleepy voice, rubbing his eyes.

Louis stops to look at him.

"One of the pledges. I specifically told him to get me Cheerios for breakfast and he got something completely different."

"Jesus, talk about being spoiled." Harry laughs and sits up, stretching his back.

"Well I'm going to take a shower. Graduation starts in two hours so I suggest you dress up well."

"Oh there's a dress code?"

"If you want me to parade around with you like usual then yeah." Louis says and slams the door.

"Parade?"

But Louis is already turning on the shower. Harry sighs. It's not Louis' fault for being nervous about graduation. He also knows that Louis is trying to put on a tough façade because no one from his family is coming to see him due to the funeral and also due to the lack of money.

So he gathers his things, writes a post-it about meeting him at the Civic Center in two hours, and leaves.

When he gets to his dorm he's once again reminded that Louis is leaving on Monday. So he makes sure to pack all the stuff Louis left lying around in his room for the past couple of months, and places them in a bag.

Then he goes to shower and puts on a nice yellow button up, his favorite black skinnies, the Burberry boots he bought himself for his birthday, and a blue bandana to hang around his neck.

He meets Barbara and Niall for coffee at Starbucks thirty minutes before graduation, and he tells them about how he doesn't want Louis to leave and that he'll probably never see him again.

"Of course you will. If it's meant to be, you'll see each other again." Barbara assures him.

"You believe in fate?" Harry asks, surprised.

"I believe in you and Louis ending up together."

And that's all it takes to make Harry feel better.

-

They get to the Civic Center where more than a thousand people are gathered thirty minutes later, and they find three seats front row in the bleachers.

There are countless graduates on the ground, sitting so that you can't even differentiate them because you can only see their graduation caps and robes.

Harry doesn't even bother to spot Louis, because it would be too difficult and useless. Instead, he sends him a text.

Harry: where are you?

Louis: sitting :)) you?

Harry: front row in the bleachers. Turn around so I can spot you

Harry looks through the mass of people, until he sees someone not far from the back, energetically waving at him. He can't really see Louis' face properly, but he smiles and waves back anyway.

A few moments later, the Principal steps on stage and checks if the microphone works.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentleman, soon-to-be graduates."

He starts with a long speech about how amazing the past four years have been, new beginnings, and memories. Then he starts talking about the soccer team coach who has brought them the first cup ever home, and then welcomes him on stage to deliver the speech.

Coach gives a ten-minute speech about perspective and quotes a lot of famous writers, obviously not that excited to be on stage. He thanks all the guys on the team for their outstanding effort, and congratulates the three of those who graduate.

"I'd also like to say a special thank you to Louis Tomlinson, the captain of the team." Coach starts, and cheers erupt throughout the hall. Harry feels as if he could burst with pride.

"Without him, we wouldn't have won the cup. I, the team, and I'm sure Louis himself knows that I've been too hard on him since he joined the team. That was because I saw something in him that I knew would be the key to win the cup, and to make the team the best it can be. Dedication. Although most of you might see Louis as a lazy person who doesn't really put much effort into anything-you're not wrong-" a few people laugh, "he is also the most hard working person I've ever met in my life. He's ambitious, devoted, committed...I could go on forever. His problem isn't being lazy, or just indifferent-it's the lack of self-confidence he has in his abilities. So Louis, and as well as your other teammates, and everyone here; I hope you found yourself and whatever you're looking for, and if you didn't, I just hope that one that you'll realize how much you're worth. Because that's when life really starts, and you become the best you can be. Thank you."

The clapping doesn't die down for a solid five minutes, and Harry wishes he could see Louis' face right now.

Is he crying? Is he smiling? What is he doing? Why are they focusing the camera on coach and not on Louis???

Then they start calling everyone up on stage to collect their certificate in alphabetic order. Graduates are welcomed to say a little something when they get their diplomas, but a few people do. Most of them just want to finally get home, change into something comfortable, and go out to celebrate.

After more than an hour of waiting, Louis' name finally gets called and he walks up on stage with e nervous look on his face. Everyone goes silent when he takes him diploma and walks over to the podium. He looks so tiny in his giant robe and the hair falls in his eyes from the cap he's wearing.

"Uh...hi." He starts, eyes fleeting through the room in a nervous manner as he pushes the fringe out of his eyes. "This isn't going to take long because I didn't prepare a speech. Mainly because I didn't think I'd graduate. Anyway, uh, I'd like to thank a few people who actually supported me throughout the years and who I owe everything to. My best mate Zayn, who knows exactly how to calm me down in moments of stress; my Coach, who was always, as he put it, hard on me, so I would push myself further; Mr. Winston for not failing me. And of course everyone else who was nice enough to tolerate me throughout the years."

Harry is disappointed and sad that he hasn't been mentioned.

"But uh, I'd also like to thank you to um-Harry."

Harry's heart stops as he watches Louis on the big screen.

"He helped me study for my finals and motivated me enough to pass all my classes. So thank you. Also, thank you for putting up with my moody self and for not giving up on me when I was uh-confused about my abilities and-sexuality." He pauses for a bit. "To everyone who is about to leave college and start a whole new adult life, I hope you're going to be happy even though it's scary. Thank you."

Louis steps down from the podium when everyone starts clapping and standing up, but he doesn't spare another glance towards he public as he hurries down the stage.

Harry is in shock for the rest of the ceremony, and the words said by following students don't even register into his brain.

For one, Louis just thanked him in front of five thousand people, more or less.

Second, he just came out to everyone present.

And third, he's leaving in exactly two days.

-

The graduation ceremony ends two hours later, and Niall reminds him that they're going to meet up at six in front of the fanciest restaurant in Tallahassee to celebrate.

Harry tries looking for Louis, but he learns from one of his teammates that he headed back to the frat house to pack and take a nap.

It's half past four when someone knocks on Harry's door. He knows it's Louis before he even opens the door. He only has his jeans on when he opens the door to invite him in.

"Hi." He smiles down at Louis.

"Hi."

Louis doesn't wait for Harry to step aside and let him inside, or to do anything else, before he wraps his arms around Harry's neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

"You're happy." Harry states when Louis steps inside after kissing him breathlessly.

"Yeah. I just graduated and came out to everyone in my year."

"I heard. That was brave of you."

Louis sits down on Harry's bed, watching him apply cologne and then put on an elegant shirt.

"So there's a party tonight at our house after the restaurant."

"I know. You planning on drinking a lot?" Harry jokes.

"Not really. I want to remember my last party before I leave for good."

"Oh. Right." A wave of sadness washes over Harry.

"Why the long face Styles? You're finally going to get rid of my annoying self."

Harry doesn't respond. He honestly hopes Louis is joking.

When he's finally done with arranging his hair and putting on the same boots he wore at the ceremony, they're good to go.

"So you came to pick me up?" he asks Louis when he sees Niall's Range Rover in front of his building.

"Proper date ritual, right?"

"Right."

The restaurant is full, but it's not hard to find their group at the giant table in the middle of the restaurant. There are over twenty of them, and it's obvious that the other patrons aren't excited about it, but oh well. Some of them just graduated; they're entitled to have as much fun as they can before they finally step into the real world.

Louis and Harry are the last to arrive (as usual), but Niall saved them two seats next to him.

"Nice of you to finally show up." Bryan snickers over his menu.

A waitress comes to their table with two menus, and tells them that she and her coworker will be back shortly to get their order for drinks.

"So what are your plans after you leave Tommo?" Josh asks him once everyone has ordered drinks and food, and everyone is focused on different conversations.

"I'm leaving on Monday at six in the morning. I'll arrive in Manchester around midnight. You know, time zones and all."

"And where will you stay?" Harry asks, suddenly realizing that he's never talked to Louis about what he'll do after he leaves. He's been so selfish, thinking about what he'll do once Louis leaves, so he never thought to ask.

"With Sam, one of my mates, until I can buy my new place. I'm supposed to be at the football club on Wednesday so they can 'evaluate my skills'."

After that, it's a blur of food, questions, talks about footie and the future, and the upcoming party at the frat house; one last bang before they're officially on holiday.

Everyone pays their part of the meal, and they leave a generous tip even though the bill ended up being around two grand. No one changes out of their clothes before the party, because it's already ten and it has already started.

Niall is mortified when he sees that almost all the beer is gone, so he tries to get in pace with the others by downing a bottle in three large gulps.

"Do you want to dance?" Louis suggests when everyone is already tipsy, and they're the only sober ones on the back porch, smoking.

"Sure. Let me finish this."

They hurry up to finish the remains of their cigarettes, before they walk back inside. The space in the living room is packed, and before Harry has the time to do anything else, Louis is already pulling him towards him.

"Kiss me." Louis whispers into his ear, and Harry is happy to oblige.

They kiss each other open-mouthed, with sloppy, impatient tongues, trying to taste as much of each other as they can. They're both aware of the fact that in a day, they won't see each other in a long time.

Harry doesn't know how it happens, but one moment they're grinding on the dancefloor, mouths all over each other, and the next he's carrying Louis up the stairs and letting him fall on his bed.

"I don't want to um-have sex." Louis tells him when Harry is already pulling down his briefs.

"Okay."

"'m too tired-wait. Okay?"

"Yeah, I don't need to have sex with you to have a good time." He says before he leans down to kiss Louis' stomach.

"Alright then. Just-let's get each other off and then go to sleep okay? 'm knackered and I'm not even drunk."

Harry nods and takes him into his mouth without saying anything else. He knows he'll miss the feeling of Louis' heavy cock inside his mouth, inside of him, and vice versa. So he tries to savor it as much as he can right now going slow and as deep as he can.

Louis comes into his mouth not even five minutes later, and then orders for Harry to straddle his chest so he can return the favor. Harry comes all over Louis' collarbones, and takes a minute to calm down before he rolls off of him.

He cleans Louis up as usual, and presses a kiss to his nose once he's done. Then he gets into bed with him, pulling the covers up to their shoulders.

"Turn around." Louis tells him.

Harry obliges without any further questions. His heart almost leaps out of his chest when he feels Louis shuffling closer to him until he can get his arms around Harry.

He can feel Louis' erratic heart against this back, and he wonders if Louis is as sad as he is to be leaving.

"I want to spoon you one last time before I leave." He whispers into Harry's ear.

If words could kill, Harry would be dead right now. He searches for Louis' hand through the darkness, and intertwines their fingers, then squeezes them.

"I don't want you to leave." He confesses when the house finally falls dead silent a couple of hours later.

Neither of them has slept yet, nor talked for that matter. They're just aware of each other's uneven breaths, and if Harry wouldn't know better, he could swear Louis is silently crying.

"Lou?"

"Hm?"

"Are you crying?"

"No?" Louis answers in a shaky voice, and it's obvious that he is.

"Why?"

A few minutes pass before Louis finally answers. "Because I don't want to leave. This house is like-like my safe space. I don't want to leave my comfort zone and go back to the place I left because I felt like I didn't want to be myself."

When Louis' words die in his throat, Harry can't take it anymore so he turns around to face him. He can't see perfectly because everything is dark, save for the light coming from the street, but Louis' cheeks are tear stained even though he's trying to smile.

"You're going to do great. You're staying with your friend in Manchester, and you've got all your old friends I met on New Year's back home." Harry says, trying to calm him down as he wipes the tears with his thumb.

It takes everything Harry for him not to cry too. He knows Louis wouldn't want to see that because he'll feel guilty, and that's the last thing Harry wants. To make Louis feel like he shouldn't be taking this opportunity to pursue his dreams, just because Harry loves him.

And what would he do if he'd stay in Florida anyway? Apply for a teaching job in Tallahassee? Having a job he hates that doesn't pay that well just to spare Harry's feelings? No.

"So you wouldn't be like, mad if I left?" Louis hesitantly asks in a small voice.

"What are you even talking about?"

"I mean-I know how you feel about me and not seeing me ever-for a long time I mean, that would make you sad. I think. Wouldn't it? I don't want to hurt you."

"Louis, stop. If there is one thing I want, that's for you to be happy. I'll manage. Don't even think about me, please. I want you to think about yourself."

"Do you mean that?"

"I do, I promise."

"Tell me you love me." Louis breathes and moves on the bed so he can get his thigh between Harry's.

"I love you." Harry replies, because the words have been on the tip of his tongue ever since he last said them.

Louis kisses him and Harry cups his face to bring him closer. They kiss lazily, like they've got all the time in the world, but the truth is that they've got less than twenty-four hours now.

"You know what I want?" Louis whispers against his lips.

"What?"

"I want to stay in bed with you all day. And then fall asleep with you. And then-that's it. Can we do that before I leave?"

"We can do anything you want."

Louis smiles, eyes crinkling, and then he leans back in to kiss him some more.

At one point they fall asleep when the sun is already out, and they wake up at noon, limbs tangled together. They only get up to brush their teeth and grab a phone from the desk so they can order pizza. They have Niall bring up their food and then they spend the rest of the day in bed watching Netflix on Louis' laptop, doing absolutely nothing at all together.

Harry spots Louis' packed bags at the door when he comes out of the bathroom before they go to sleep again, since Louis has to wake up in a few hours, and a knot forms in his throat.

Louis is waiting for a cuddle in bed, not having noticed Harry's observation, so he smiles and walks over.

"Mmm what are you doing?" Louis complains when Harry leans over to the nightstand on his side so he can get to his phone.

"Setting my alarm for three o'clock so I can come with you to the airport."

"You don't have to. Niall already said he'd drive me."

"I want to."

Louis doesn't say anything else, and this time he falls asleep within minutes with his head on Harry's chest.

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When Harry wakes up, the sun is shining through the blinds in Louis' room. He panics. There is no sun at three am. And there's also no Louis next to him on the bed.

He hastily stands up from the bed, and checks the time on his phone. It's half past seven. Which means Louis is already out of Florida. Away from him. And he didn't even say goodbye.

Harry checks the alarm on phone with tears threatening to spill out of his eyes, to see that it has been turned off. He gets downstairs to find all the guys either in the kitchen, or sprawled through the living room.

"Did he leave?"

"Yeah, I drove him to the airport three hours ago." Niall tells him in a careful tone.

"Why didn't he wake me up?" His voice is shaking.

"He said he didn't want to bother you. And that he left a note on his dresser for you."

"He didn't want to bother me so he just fucking left?" Harry yells.

"Louis didn't want to see you get hurt, so he left without waking you up." Zayn explains.

"That's great." Harry says, his voice breaking at the end. He turns around and walks back upstairs. He can't tell for sure, but he might have just heard his heart break.

Not even a fucking goodbye? After everything he just leaves?

He finds the folded note on top of Louis' old dresser, and sits down on the bed before opening it.

I'm sorry

Harry's heart hurts when he places his head in his hands and exhales.

Louis left just like he came.

With two words that don't make sense and are nothing but sad.

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