[Harry]

The next two days were pretty uneventful. Louis stayed pretty distant, but he thankfully eased up more and more each day that went by. Monday evening, he even came into the bathroom when I was there to get ready for sleep. We brushed our teeth in silence, looking at each other through the mirror the entire time we did so. It wasn't until we had both put away the toothbrushes that he pushed me to the hard surface of the wall, his body flush against mine as he literally attacked my lips with his own.

It turned out to be one of the better make out sessions we'd shared due to the frustration and desperation in it. You could tell Louis was bothered by the distance between us as well, even if it was his idea in the first place. Yet, I understood him. I just didn't want to hide even if I knew it was necessary.

To say sexual tension was building up between us would be an understatement. We hadn't done anything. We had just had heated make out sessions and touched each other with clothes on, but we hadn't gone any further than that, which was pretty sad if you asked me. It was getting really frustrating, and I wondered if Louis felt the same way. I sure hoped he did because I didn't know how long I would be able to last without something more happening between us.

It was now Thursday morning, and we were all sitting at the kitchen table for once. All five of us rarely ate breakfast together on weekdays since mum and Troy usually went to work early and Louis was a heavy sleeper, but today, mum and Troy were going to some meeting, and Louis was up on time, which was the reason for the special occasion.

Louis was the last one to arrive, though, and judging by the fact that he was just wearing boxers and a wrinkly, white t-shirt, and that his hair was sticking out in every direction, I assumed he had gone straight down here when he had woken up. Although he looked extremely tired, he actually gave me a small smile when no one else was watching, making warmth spread in my chest. I loved it when he acknowledged me like that.

"Morning, Lou," Troy greeted, spreading butter on a slice of toast.

Louis nodded towards him and muttered out a 'morning' in reply. After that, he strode over to the table and sat down opposite me, beside Gemma. There was an empty bowl in front of him, which had been waiting for him to arrive, and if I was the one who had placed it there, no one had to know. He filled it with cereal and milk before bringing a spoonful of it to his mouth.

"Did you sleep well?" Mum asked, munching on her own cereal.

He turned to her. "Yeah, I slept pretty heavily if you couldn't tell already," he laughed, pointing towards his unruly hair.

This caused every one of us to burst into a small fit of laughter. "Yeah, you're right about that," mum replied, giving him a smile.

Troy took a sip of his tea. "Alright, so Anne and I are going out tonight. We're having dinner with the people present at the meeting. I expect you to behave even if I know that all of you don't get along too well," he informed, looking between me and Louis knowingly.

Gemma burst into laughter, covering her mouth to stop the food from slipping out of it. "We'll see about the 'behaving' part, but I'll be staying over at Devon's tonight, so you don't have to worry about me at least."

I wanted to hit her for pointing out that, but I was sure it would only make things more obvious, so instead, I chose to ignore it. However, I couldn't help but blush about it. I knew she wasn't talking about the fact that Louis and I didn't get along but about something completely different.

Louis, on the other hand, glared at her, but thankfully, neither mum nor Troy seemed to catch up on what was going on. "Well, then I expect the two of you not to trash this place, okay?" Troy continued while looking between me and Louis, making Gemma laugh even harder.

"Don't be so sure about that."

This time, I actually stomped her on the foot under the table. She wasn't being funny whatsoever. If anything, she was ruining the facade Louis and I had been trying to keep up. I was pretty sure I could beat her to a pulp at the moment, and judging by the looks of it, Louis was thinking something similar to it. He was angry, there was no doubt about it.

Troy raised an eyebrow, looking a little exasperated about everything. "Well, I want the two of you to behave tonight at least. That's the only thing both Anne and I ask of you today. Can you do that?" He wondered, flicking his gaze between the two of us.

Louis and I exchanged a glance before nodding our heads. "Of course, dad. We promise to behave and not bicker with each other. Who knows? I might even go out in the evening if that makes you feel better," Louis suggested.

I could feel my heart drop at his words. This was our first and probably only chance at being alone together. Why was he suggesting something as stupid as going out? What if Troy would like the idea and agree with it?

Mum waved her hand in dismissal. "You do as you want, son. As long as you two behave, neither of Troy and I care what you do," she said, giving him a smile.

Gemma suppressed another fit of laughter, this time making me glare at her. I hated her right now, I really did.

Louis ignored her and smiled back at mum instead. "We promise not to do anything stupid, right Harry?" He said, giving me a wink which no one but me noticed.

My heart literally stopped beating in my chest at his words. With the straightest look on my face that I could make, I nodded my head. "Of course." I didn't know if any of them noticed anything, but at least they didn't mention it.

"Alright, we believe in you, boys. On a completely different note, I've really got to go now. See you in the afternoon," Troy informed, getting up from his seat. He walked over to kiss mum on the forehead before placing his plate in the sink and leaving the room in a hurry.

Mum smiled to herself before bringing the last spoonful of cereal to her mouth. "I have to go as well, children. I don't want to be late for the meeting. Have a great day at school."

With that said, she got up and brought her bowl along with the butter and cheese to the sink and fridge. She left without another word, and only a minute later, you could hear the door slam shut behind the two parents of the family. The three of us who remained in the kitchen looked at each other, or two of us were glaring at the third, to be more specific.

Gemma gulped at our stares. "I'm out," she said hurriedly, almost knocking the chair to the floor as she got up to leave the room.

"You'd better fucking run!" Louis shouted after her.

And if he hadn't spoken those words, I definitely would have.

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Later that day when school was over and mum and Troy were ready to go out to eat dinner, Louis and I were sitting on each end of the couch. The TV wasn't even on. We were just sitting there with our separate phones in our hands. Gemma had already gone to Devon's place while mum and Troy were in the entryway, shrugging on their jackets and slipping on their shoes.

"Louis, Harry, remember what we said earlier," Troy reminded us as he entered the living room. He stopped in the doorframe to lean against it.

Louis looked up from his phone. "Okay, you've got to chill, dad. No one's going to get hurt here, and we promise not to fight each other. I mean, sure, we don't really get along, but we can stay away from one another. It's not that hard, you know?"

Well, if you asked me, it was pretty hard to stay away from him.

Troy shot him a small, appreciating smile. "Alright, I should probably stop worrying so much. I trust you guys. I mean, you're even sitting on the same couch right now without bickering. There's probably no need to worry," he said, and you could tell he was trying to convince himself.

I gulped at his words, realizing now that it was quite weird for me and Louis to even be in the same room as each other. I hadn't really thought about it. I mean, we weren't touching, so it didn't seem weird to me.

Judging by the tight smile on Louis' face, he hadn't thought of it either. "Yeah, no need to worry, dad. We'll be alright," he promised.

Troy nodded his head, waving at us. "Well, have a good night then, boys. See you later, I guess."

"You have a good night too, dad," Louis said, smiling at him.

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, see you later."

With that said, Troy disappeared from the room but was replaced by my mum before Louis and I even had a chance to even exchange a look. She was dressed in a black, sparkling dress that reached her knees. However, her black fur coat was covering the top of it. She looked really good, though, I could give her that.

"I guess Troy has already reminded you of what we talked about at breakfast this morning, so I won't be a bother and repeat it. I wanted to wish you guys a good night, though. See you later in the evening, yeah?" She said, smiling at us.

I nodded my head. "Yeah, yeah. Just go now, mum. Troy's probably waiting on you," I smiled, hearing the front door click shut in the entryway.

She laughed. "Yeah, you're right. Bye guys," she waved before leaving the house with her boyfriend.

When everything finally went silent, Louis and I turned to look at each other. After a second of staring, we burst out laughing, shaking our heads. "I can't believe they seriously think we're going to trash the place by fighting each other," I chuckled.

He wiggled his eyebrows seductively. "We might not trash it by fighting, but we might do it by doing something else."

I couldn't help but blush at his words and look away from his stare. "Shut up," I muttered, lifting my knees to the couch so I could rest my chin against them.

He raised his eyebrows, the smile still prominent on his lips as he crawled his way to my side of the couch. "What? You don't want to?" He questioned, placing his hands on my knees, or on either side of my face, to be more specific.

I lifted my head to get a better look at him, my cheeks still burning from his words. "I never said I didn't want to," I mumbled.

"What was that?" He joked, and by now, his cheeks must be hurting from how wide he was smiling.

I pushed him away from me, making him fall back on the couch. "Stop it," I whined, and he let out a loud laugh.

"I should be the one complaining here. I was just pushed to the couch," he said, trying to sound hurt but didn't manage to do so at all.

Rolling my eyes, I let out a snort. "Well, you deserved it, even though I barely touched you."

He scoffed, lifting himself up to grab a hold of my arms and pull me down so I was lying pretty much on top of him, my face practically pressed against his. I let out an 'uff' at the sudden impact of his chest against mine.

"Well, I think it was rather mean of you."

I let my eyes fall on his lips, and they just looked so appealing right now. I wanted to kiss them so badly, but I wouldn't give in to him that easily. "It wasn't mean. I'm never mean," I mumbled quietly, but since he was so close to me, I could tell he heard it.

His chest vibrated by his laughter, making my body move along with it. One of his hands reached out to tuck a stray curl behind my ear, and a sudden flashback of when he had done the same thing to me without intention in our bathroom a few weeks ago went through my mind, and I couldn't help but smile at the memory. I loved it when he touched my hair.

"I'm pretty sure you could be mean, sweetheart," he winked, leaning in to brush his lips against mine.

When he tried to kiss me for real, though, I pulled away teasingly. A whine that I didn't think even he expected left his mouth, making me laugh. "See, you're being mean," he grumbled.

I pulled back even more, crossing my arms over his chest so I could rest my chin against them as I looked down at him. Tilting my head to the side, I shook my head. "Nah, I'm just being fair. You were making fun of me, so you didn't deserve a kiss," I smiled toothily, making him pout.

"Meanie."

"I should be the one calling you mean, though," I reminded him, making him roll his eyes.

"Would you just shut up and kiss me?"

I squinted my eyes, pretending to think about it. "I don't know, maybe I'll--"

But I was caught off by his lips that closed the gap between our lips. He had pulled me down with the help of his hands that were now on either side of my face and connected our mouths. I let out a moan, instantly giving in to him and letting his scent fill my nostrils. The kiss started slow and rather passionate but turned more eager and desperate after some time.

Our lips moved in sync as if they were two puzzle pieces. His hands traveled down my back until they were playing with the end of my shirt. Not even a second later, his cold fingers were running against my warm skin across my back, his nails scraping it.

Deciding to turn the kiss even more heated, I swiped my tongue along his bottom lip, getting a taste of him. He moaned at the contact and instantly granted me access to his mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance. He didn't want to let me win by giving me the desire to feel like the dominant one, and sadly, he eventually won, exploring my mouth with his tongue.

I could feel my skin tingle where he was touching me, and it didn't make matters better that his hands weren't being still. It made goosebumps on my entire back appear. To get back at him, I reached my hands up to pull at the hairs at the back of his neck. Judging by the moan that escaped his lips, I assumed I had succeeded, which made me smile mentally.

It wasn't until I could feel something hard against my thigh that I realized where this was heading. I didn't know if it was supposed to make me hesitate, but it didn't. It only made me want it more than ever, and it didn't exactly help that I was lying between his legs. If it weren't for our clothes, I couldn't be closer to him.

He pulled away from my lips a little to open his eyes and look into my own. His were darkened with lust, and I could tell mine were as well. I mean, I had been waiting for this moment for so long, how could they not be? Additionally, it was Louis I was doing this with. It was just impossible not to be turned on by him.

"Let's go upstairs," he breathed against my lips, and I didn't trust my voice enough to answer him, so I just nodded in response.

I thought I was heavy, but when he got up from the couch with me clinging to his body like a koala bear, I started doubting it. Or, it could just be that Louis was strong. I leaned towards the latter because I had seen his biceps before.

Our mouths were connected again, and I had to give him credit for managing to bring us upstairs without falling. I mean, he had no idea where he was going or where he put his feet, but somehow, he managed to bring us to his room and kick the door shut behind us. He instantly pushed me against the door, my legs wrapped around his waist as our mouths moved almost desperately against each other.

Heavy pants were escaping us, but neither of us could be bothered with pulling away to breathe. Instead, I moved my hands to his hair and pulled at the roots of it, messing up his entire hairdo, but I was sure he didn't mind right now. In return, he gripped my waist, his nails digging into the skin of my hips as he pressed his hard-on against my own.

Letting out the loudest moan yet, I pressed myself even closer to him, but I couldn't help but think that it wasn't close enough. Louis seemed to think something along the same lines because in the next second, he was pulling at the end of my shirt. "Off," he panted against my lips, and I lifted my arms obediently as he pulled it over my head.

Before I knew it, I was pushed down on his soft bed, the mattress hitting my back. Good thing it was a mattress and not the floor. Otherwise, it would have hurt a lot.

He let his hands discover the skin that was now on full display, his fingers moving along my chest and down to my abdomen. The feeling almost had me squirming. I just loved having his hands on me.

"Fuck, just get out of your damn clothes," I grumbled, reaching down to pull at his own shirt.

He chuckled but did as told, instantly pulling the shirt over his head and kicking off his skinny jeans so he was left in only his boxers. Since he was already taking his clothes off, he took the opportunity to pull off my jeans as well. "Happy?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

I rolled my eyes but let out a chuckle. "More than happy."

"Good," he mumbled before crashing his lips against mine again. They were puffy and wet from our heavy kiss just moments ago, and I loved every second of it, knowing that I was the one who had caused it.

He got in between my legs so my knees were on either side of his hips, our clothed bulges pressing against each other. I let out another moan as he rocked his hips down, my nails digging into the skin on his back. I was probably leaving marks, but I couldn't care less about that right now.

His mouth left mine to move down my jaw, his tongue poking out as he moved all the way down to my neck, leaving a wet trail behind. He started sucking on my skin, and I knew then that I wasn't the only one leaving marks here. The feeling made my toes curl, and my grip on his back only tightened. "God, you're so damn beautiful," he muttered against my neck, his teeth scraping the skin.

He moved down on my body then, leaving kisses on my chest and nipples. The sensation that went through my body by his touch was almost unbearable, that was how good it felt. It made goosebumps form on my exposed skin.

I moved one of my hands to his hair, fisting it as I pulled at the roots once again. Everything was so hot. From the way he was touching me to just the fact that our naked skin moved against each other. It didn't make matters better that we were breathing quite heavily as well. The room was basically a sauna.

Once he started nipping at my hips, I decided that it was enough. I couldn't take this anymore. "Louis, shit. Just get in me already," I moaned, making him chuckle at my words.

He looked up at me, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Giving him a glare, I scoffed. "To be honest, I don't really care. I just can't stand you teasing me like this anymore."

He laughed, nodding towards his nightstand. "There's a condom and a bottle of lube in my drawer."

I knitted my eyebrows together at his words. "Why are you keeping that kind of stuff in there?" I asked suspiciously, making him wiggle his eyebrows.

"You never know when you will need it," he winked.

Still very suspicious, I reached for the drawer. "Are you implying that you were expecting this to happen between us soon or that you were planning on using it with someone else?"

I didn't look at him when I said those words, so to say I was taken aback when he was suddenly right in my face the second I turned back would be an understatement. His ocean blue eyes were staring deep into mine, making me gulp at the sincerity in them.

"You think I was planning on using it with someone else?"

I shrugged, feeling weak under his intense stare. "Who knows?"

To my slight surprise, he leaned down to press his lips against mine, but only briefly. "You wanna know something?" He asked, still holding my gaze with his.

I nodded slowly even if I wasn't so sure I wanted to listen to what he had to say.

"You're the only one I want and probably ever will want to do what we're doing right now with."

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to form any words. I was speechless, either from his intense stare or his words. It could be both at the same time. One thing I was sure of, though, was that he was speaking the truth. There was no doubt about it.

When he noticed I wasn't going to say anything, he took it as if he had succeeded with his message. "So, now that we're on the same page, are you going to pull the condom and lube out of the drawer, or do you want me to do it?" He asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

It wasn't until then I realized that I had only opened the drawer but not grabbed either of the said things. My eyes snapped to it, and the next second I pulled them out, handing them to him. I noticed that the mood had basically been killed, but I wasn't any less turned on, though.

"You killed the mood, Louis," I mumbled, making him let out a chuckle.

"You reckon that I killed it? I wasn't the one starting to doubt myself," he chuckled, leaning down to pepper kisses along my neck. "But I'm pretty sure we can build it up again, don't you?"

With that said, he rocked his hips down to meet mine. When I let out a deep moan by the friction, he wiggled his eyebrows at me knowingly.

"Have I ever told you I hate you?" I grumbled.

He pretended to think about it. "Only a couple of hundred times."

A smile crept to my lips and he reciprocated it, the crinkles by his eyes on full display. Only a second later, our mouths were connected again, and if any of the kisses we had shared before had been heated and passionate, they couldn't even begin to compare to this one. It didn't take more than a minute until we were at the point we had been before we had our little conversation.

Our lips worked eagerly, tongues swirling together fiercely and hands roaming each other desperately. There was nothing either of us wanted more than one another at this point, but even if we were close to each other, we were still not close enough.

In a matter of seconds, we were both completely naked and Louis was fumbling with the condom, almost shaking from how intense everything was. I nearly laughed at the way he was biting his lip while focusing on opening the foiler but decided against it. I didn't want to ruin the moment like it had almost been ruined before.

Once he finally managed to open it, he rolled the condom on his length. I was gripping his hips as he did this while he was straddling my naked waist. Once it was on, he looked up to meet my eyes, seeing the uncertainty in them.

"You haven't done this before, have you?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Not with a guy, no," I admitted, looking away from him shamefully.

He grabbed my chin so I was forced to stare into his beautiful, blue eyes. "Well, I haven't either, so no need to worry," he reassured me, making me visibly relax. Not that it would have mattered if he had done it with another guy, but it was reassuring to know that I wasn't the only one being new to this.

"I'm sure it's going to hurt like a bitch if we don't prep you, though," he smiled, and yeah, I was pretty aware of that too. I mean, I wasn't that oblivious to gay sex...

To make a point, he reached down to trace his index finger around my rim after coating it with some lube. I tensed a little at the unusual feeling but didn't say anything when his finger entered me. He was slow and sincere at first, which I appreciated. He knew I wasn't used to the feeling and wanted me to relax before doing something else.

It didn't take very long until I ordered him to add another finger, and soon, he was thrusting them into my hole. The pain that was first apparent when he had added the first finger was now gone and was replaced by pleasure and lust.

"Oh my God," I moaned when he hit a certain spot, and I instantly knew he had found my prostate.

"Feels good, yeah?"

I nodded frantically. "So good. God, I think I'm ready," I informed him.

"You sure?" He asked sincerity, wanting to be completely sure that I was speaking the truth.

"Yes, I'm sure," I panted, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck so I could pull him down for a kiss.

"I want you, and I want you now," I breathed into his mouth, and he didn't need to be told twice.

So with that said, he pulled his fingers out of my bum and lined himself up with my hole after coating himself with some lube. His hands were gripping my biceps pretty firmly as his dick slowly entered me. I gasped at the stretch, reaching down to claw at his back at the feeling. He didn't mind, though, but tried to go even slower to make it more comfortable for me.

Once he had bottomed out, he inhaled a heavy breath and pulled away to look me in the eye. "You okay?"

I nodded reassuringly. "Yeah, I'm okay. You can start moving."

He did as told and pulled all the way out before thrusting back in again. The sensation that went through my body was amazing, the way his length stretched my walls and hit my prostate immediately. I let out a deep moan as he continued thrusting into me, his grip on my biceps becoming tighter by the second.

My legs were wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into his back. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were our heavy pants and our skin slapping as he kept going deeper and deeper inside me. I leaned up in an attempt to connect our lips, but considering our breaths weren't exactly even, it ended up with our lips only touching and our breaths mixing together instead.

As more pleasure entered my body, I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. Heat was building up in my stomach and I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. "I'm g-gonna come," I warned him, causing him to pick up an even faster pace.

It was all that was needed for me to spurt my liquids onto my stomach, reaching my high. Only a second later, Louis came into the condom, his body going lax on top of me. It took a few minutes until we could breathe normally again, and that was when he pulled himself up on his forearms that were on either side of my head.

A wide smile was playing at his lips, his eyes sparkling with love and admiration. "You're so beautiful, you know that?"

The way he said it made my cheeks turn a light pink. I didn't know if it was because it came from nowhere, or if it was just the fact that he said it after we had just had sex that made me react like this, but it warmed my heart to hear those words coming from him. "I don't know about me, but I know someone else who is quite beautiful," I smiled, making him laugh.

He pulled out of me, going slow so it wouldn't hurt me. However, I couldn't help the little whimper that slipped through my lips. Once he had gotten rid of the condom, he leaned down to kiss my mouth. "I'm sorry I hurt you," he apologized.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. "Even if it hurt a little, it was definitely worth it. It was the best sex I've ever had," I promised him.

He raised his eyebrows, giving me a cheeky smile. "Best sex with your stepbrother, eh? That's something," he joked, causing me to frown.

"You just ruined the moment, Louis. That sounded gross, ew," I said, scrunching my nose up.

He laughed, nuzzling his nose into my bare neck. "Well, too late to regret it now, isn't it?"

I hit him on the bicep playfully. "Sure, but instead of stepbrother, I'd like to call you my boyfriend..." I trailed off, waiting for his reaction nervously.

I knew that we had just been intimate with each other, but what if he didn't want to be together with me after all?

His body tensed on top of me, and for a second, I started regretting my words really badly. That was until he pulled back from my neck with the widest smile I had probably ever seen on his lips.

"Yeah, I'd like that very much."

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Okay, so I can't write smut without writing a bible, I'm sorry haha. This chapter is almost twice as long as every other chapter. I hope you liked it though. I'd like to hear your opinions on it. Did you think the smut was alright?

As you might have noticed, this was just a filler, and the drama will begin in the next chapter. That's when they're going to the party, so be prepared!

For those of you who are wondering about me and Lacy, we've finally talked again! Everything is fine with her and she says she misses you all :)

Pauline .xx