[Louis]

"So, Niall was the one marking you up, eh?"

Harry was surprised by my presence and had to take a step back in shock. It didn't take too long until he had collected himself, though, and let out a deep sigh. "You know I had to say that."

I quirked an eyebrow although I knew he was speaking the truth. It wasn't like he could tell Gemma that I had been the one creating the hickey on his neck, but that didn't change the fact that I didn't want her to think it was Niall who had done it... nor anyone else for that matter. "You could've said you were clumsy during P.E. class and managed to fall over and hurt yourself," I suggested.

He snorted. "Yeah, because this totally looks like a wound I made out of clumsiness," he said, rolling his eyes as he gestured towards the darkening mark on his neck.

I didn't even hesitate before reaching up to trace it with the tips of my fingers lightly. Harry seemed utterly surprised by my action and stared at me with his mouth wide open as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Well, I would probably not either if I were him considering our past. "Maybe not, but I really don't like the fact that Gemma is now going around thinking Niall did this."

He looked up into my eyes with a cheeky smile on his face. "Are you jealous?"

I raised my eyebrows, stopping my hand from tracing his mark."Of course not. Why would I be jealous of someone who can be seen together with the boy I have liked for two years? That's just ridiculous."

He let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, not jealous at all, right."

"Believe what you want," I said, shrugging my shoulders as if I didn't care, although I very well knew that I did. I was beyond jealous if you couldn't tell by my behavior earlier. I didn't want anyone to think that Harry belonged to anyone but me. I still knew that he was right, though. No one could know what was going on between the two of us, so what else could he do but say that Niall was the one who had made the hickey?

He took a step forward and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Well, I believe you want to be the only one touching me, kissing me, and even fucking me." He leaned back and gave me a wink.

I had no idea where this side of him came from. He was so straightforward today that I had been taken aback more times than I had ever been in my life before. It was weird... but still pretty damn sexy.

Once I had recovered, I took a step forward so he was forced to take one back and be pressed against the cupboards. "You like playing with me, don't you?" I taunted.

His arms were at his sides and it wasn't hard to tell he didn't know what to do with them. It was like he wanted to touch me but was afraid to. He bit his bottom lip, something I found quite irresistible. Whenever he did, I wanted to kiss the shit out of him, but I always had to control myself. If only he knew, though. "It would be a lie to say I don't enjoy watching you get jealous, yeah, because it's so damn hot."

"Watch it," I warned him, holding up a finger.

He chuckled, making his dimples pop and I had to swallow hard to keep from doing something I shouldn't. God damn, why did he have to be so beautiful?

"Or else?" He teased.

I looked away from him and muttered; "You don't even want to know."

Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, as much as I am enjoying having this conversation with you, I think we both know that we need to talk about it."

My eyebrow shot up. "It?"

"Us," he clarified.

I bit my lip, knowing he was right even if I didn't want him to be. I hated having talks. They only meant serious stuff, and I couldn't handle serious very often. However, I still knew that it was important now. Harry and I couldn't go around like this, not knowing where we stood or what we were.

I slumped my shoulders, letting out a sigh. "Yeah, you're probably right."

"Of course I am," he grinned.

"Alright, but we can't do it here. It's too dangerous considering what happened a few minutes ago when Gemma and that guy Devon walked in."

He agreed, grabbing my hand to pull me out of the room and up the stairs. To say I wasn't affected by his touch would be a definite lie. Whenever Harry touched me, I got goosebumps all over my skin, and this time was not an exception.

He led me to his room and shut the door behind us before sitting down on the perfectly made bed. With a look on the spot beside him, he gestured for me to sit down and I obliged without hesitation. It wasn't uncomfortable being around Harry anymore. If anything, it almost felt like it did when we were friends two years ago. "So, where do we start?" He pondered, looking at me expectantly.

"Let's start with the fact that we kissed just an hour ago, how about that?" I suggested.

Even if it was pretty dark in the room since his lamp wasn't the best, I could still see his cheeks go a little red by my comment. "Eh, yeah, sure."

When neither of us said anything after that, he looked at me through the corner of my eye as he bit his bottom lip nervously. "You regret it, don't you? You're going to say that it was a mistake and that we should go back to how we were before, right?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he looked away from me completely and refused to meet my gaze. He was being so cute that I didn't even know what to do with myself, and I wanted to punch myself for thinking that I could stay away from this boy. He was my dream, yet I didn't make him mine when he had his arms open for me. How stupid could I be? I was lucky that we were sitting here right now, having this conversation because, for all I knew, he could have already moved on from me by now.

Without saying anything, I reached up to place my finger under his chin so I could lift it to make him look at me. A small smile crept to my lips as I shook my head slowly. "No matter how much I want to, I can't resist you, Harry. Sure, my dad could hate me if he found out about us, but if we are careful enough, I don't think it would be a problem. What would be, though, is if I went another day knowing you could become someone else's in any minute," I confessed.

The corner of his lips curled up by my words, and the next second he was full-on smiling at me with his famous Harry-smile. How was it possible that this boy even liked me? It was surreal. "So, that means you want to give us a try?" He asked hopefully, his whole body turned to me now.

I still had my feet placed on the floor, but he was now sitting with his knees pressed to his chest beside me. "No, that means I want to throw you out of this bed right now because I can't stand to see you," I joked, rolling my eyes.

He let out a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, last time you were in here, I couldn't stand to see you, so maybe it wouldn't be so weird."

Letting out a sigh, I looked up at the ceiling before looking back at him again. "Don't remind me of that, please. It's in the past."

He agreed with a nod, still smiling, though. Maybe he was just too overwhelmed by what was happening to recall just how terrible that encounter had been. I, on the other hand, had thought about it every day since it happened, and it was definitely one of the worst days of my life.

After a few silent seconds, his smile dropped in an instant, and I could instantly tell he had thought of something. "Does this still mean you're going to date Eleanor?" He asked hesitantly.

Gazing down at my fiddling fingers on my lap, I nodded slowly before meeting his eyes. "I think that's for the best. It's going to help us hide our relationship from people. Otherwise, they could get suspicious, you know?"

A frown made its way to his face as he nodded slowly. "Sure, but what about what you said to me earlier today about me being mean to Niall for playing with his feelings? Shouldn't that concern you as well? Or do you still have feelings for her, or what?"

It wasn't hard to tell he was upset now, and I understood him. "About that, I kind of just said that because I was jealous of Niall, but it is still true even if I don't care about it as much as it seemed then."

"So you don't care about Niall, is that what you're saying?"

"No, I do care about Niall. I just don't care that much about what Eleanor thinks, if you get what I mean. I don't think she even likes me as much as she used to either, but I'm doing this for us, okay? That's the thing. I want us to be together and she could sort of help us with that." I really tried to make him understand where I was getting at, and I hoped he got it.

"So, does that mean it'd be okay for me to 'date' Niall as well?" He wondered, still with a frown on his face.

That was the question I had been dreading for him to ask because I didn't have a good enough excuse for him not to be seen with Niall in public if I were going to be so with Eleanor. The only thing I had hoped for was that he had more of a heart than I did and wouldn't be able to do such a thing to Niall.

When he saw my hesitation, he let out a dry chuckle. "This doesn't seem very fair. Now, I'm not sure whether I could do something like that to Niall, but did you think I'd be willing to see you together with Eleanor when you don't want me to be seen with someone else?"

I averted my gaze, not meeting his eyes because I knew he was right. I just couldn't help but think he would fall for Niall since he was much easier to be with than me, and not to mention the jealousy I would feel. Today was only one example, and it could've gotten way worse than it did. "I know you're right. I just hate seeing you with other people," I admitted.

He raised his eyebrows. "And you don't think I do? I mean, you've been together with Eleanor for years. How will I know you're not going to leave me for her if you're still going to be with her in public? I mean, she's not even going to be aware that you're with someone else!"

Letting out a sigh, I shook my head. "I'm not saying this is going to be easy, Harry. A relationship between two stepbrothers can't possibly be unproblematic, but I know I'm tired of hiding my feelings, and I want to be with you in some way. It's bound to be complicated, though."

"Okay, fine," he finally said. "On one condition."

I swallowed hard, not liking the thought of conditions. "And that would be?"

He pressed his lips together in a tight line. "No kissing other people, and if you can pretend to like someone else in public, I can do so as well because I refuse to be the only one suffering from seeing you with another person."

I had to think about it for a second. Sure, I was totally fine with the kissing part because I didn't want to kiss anyone but Harry, and I sure as hell didn't want him to kiss anyone else either, but it would be hard seeing him with other people right in front of my eyes. Though, it was only fair after all, and there would be less of a chance that people would get suspicious about us. "Fine," I agreed after a minute, looking up to meet his eyes. "It's a deal."

A smile formed on his lips as he reached his hand out to me. I took it to shake it firmly. I just hoped I wouldn't regret this later on.

We were silent for a few seconds after that until a cheeky smile formed on Harry's face. "So, that means it's okay for me to do this now?" He asked, leaning forward to place his hand on my neck, letting his fingers run along my skin.

Instantly, shivers ran through my body and I had to clench my fists not to let out any type of sound. "If I were you, I wouldn't do that," I said with closed eyes.

"And why not?" He asked sweetly.

I grabbed his wrist and held it in my hand quite firmly. "Because I don't know if I could control myself if you do."

For some reason, this didn't make him stop at all, rather the opposite. He broke free from my grasp and sat down on his knees so he was basically leaning over me, and cradled my head in his hands. Our eyes locked, a smile still evident on his face. "Why control yourself when you don't have to?"

His words made a low growl escape my lips, and the next second, I had him pinned to the bed, my hands on his biceps as I held him down on the mattress. "Believe me, you want me to."

He shook his head, running his fingers through my brown fringe. "I've waited for this; you, since the night you kissed me the first time after Ed's party, and now here we are."

A small smile crept to my lips as flashbacks of that night played through my mind. God, those kisses we had shared were amazing. That night had been amazing from the moment he chased me from Ed's house. "That doesn't mean I shouldn't control myself around you. I've waited for you longer than that, and believe me, the things I want to do to you are probably not even legal."

He let out a small chuckle. "Well, how about we start with kissing then?" He suggested, wrapping his arms around my neck to pull me closer.

There was barely any space between the two of us. If we were to open our mouths, we would practically be inhaling each other's breaths. I leaned in a little closer, ghosting my lips over his, making him let out a whine. Chuckling, I pulled back slightly to look into his gorgeous green eyes. "Eager, are we?" I winked.

He shot me a glare. "Maybe you have better self-control than you think you do," he muttered. "But that doesn't mean I have your patience."

With that said, he pulled me down all the way so our lips could meet. The feeling of his soft ones against mine made me let out a deep moan. I loved this feeling. If I could experience it every second of every day, I would definitely do so. It was absolutely incredible.

His fingers moved up to curl around the hairs at the back of my head, pulling a little at them as he did so. Meanwhile, I let go of his biceps to cup one of his cheeks in my hand. His reaction was to swipe his tongue along my bottom lip, something that made me go even crazier. I went to straddle his waist so his thighs were trapped between my body. Just then, his tongue slipped between my lips and started roaming my mouth. He did it almost teasingly, and I wanted to slap him for that, but instead, I settled with reaching down to pinch his bum.

He squealed, pulling away from the kiss for a second. "Louis, what?" He breathed in my face, panting slightly from our heated kiss.

I laughed, leaning down to nuzzle my nose against the soft skin on his neck. After placing a few kisses there, I looked up at him. "You were being a tease, so that was my revenge," I winked.

Snorting, he went to slap my arm. It was so gentle that I almost laughed at him for even making the effort of doing it. "You're mean," he muttered, but you could clearly see a smile hinting at the corner of his lips.

"We'll see about that," I chuckled, leaning down to mold our lips together again.

This time I didn't even hesitate before slipping my tongue inside his mouth, licking at places I had never touched before. Harry moaned, one of his hands trailing down my back to fist my shirt. As he did so, his nails scraped my skin, making me press down on him even harder. This caused our groins to meet, making me accidentally bite down on his tongue.

"Ouch," he whined. "Why would you do that?"

"Oops," I winked, making him roll his eyes.

"It hurt."

"Want me to kiss it better?" I suggested, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Oh, shut the hell up."

"Only if that means I can continue kissing you."

He let out a chuckle, making his chest vibrate against mine. "You're unbelievable."

"Yeah? Well, you're unbelievably beautiful right now," I said truthfully.

His cheeks went a little red. "Just shut up and kiss me."

"Gladly," I smiled, dipping down to place a kiss on his now puffy lips.

It didn't take more than a few minutes until we could hear someone shouting from the kitchen downstairs, though.

"Harry, Louis. Dinner's ready!"

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Hiiyyaa guys! Another chapter!

So what do you think about Harry and Louis' agreement? And what about their relationship? Are they making the right decision to try having one?

I know some of you guys have been asking about Lacy, and to be honest, I haven't talked to her in a long time. A lot of things happened. I didn't feel well and yeah, we kind of drifted apart, I guess. That doesn't mean I don't miss her though, but now you at least know.

I hope you liked this chapter. There is more to come, and it will soon :)

Pauline .xx