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Harry looked out at the sea of people in front of him and took another sip of champagne.
Awards events were always a pain in the ass for him.
Lots of fake smiles, few interesting conversations.
Not that he wasn't grateful for the recognition of his work. He was. But with each passing day he became more certain that the real prize he would win was the fans' return to his music.
The real prize was in the eyes that sparkled when they saw him on stage, in joy and in tears of emotion, in the tattoos that reproduced his words, in the posters that showed so much vulnerability and in the trust they had in Harry to create a safe place for them to be who they were.
However, events like that were still necessary for him to continue doing what he loved, or so they told him. Harry was starting to believe that maybe this was all just nonsense.
Harry saw Jeff, his manager, approaching, and downed the rest of the drink he was holding. He knew he would need it.
"Harry" Jeff spoke quietly, trying to avoid the people around him hearing him "What did I tell you about staying in the corners?"
The man's fake smile was a reminder to Harry. He was just a commodity here.
"I just came to breathe a little," replied the young man, showing his own mechanized smile, as if they were exchanging compliments.
"Well, now you've breathed. I have to introduce you to someone. And please Harry, treat him well, he's the next big thing in the industry and you need those contacts." Jeff grabbed the young man's arm, squeezing more than necessary, and pulled him towards a crowd of people.
When the small crowd made room for the two, Harry felt the shift in direction in his life.
At the center of the commotion was the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life.
The man might not be the tallest in the room, but the way he carried himself made him command it as if he were 9 feet tall. He wore fitted trousers, with a blazer over the black blouse open at the collar, he didn't wear a tie and this detail made Harry's stomach heat up. The blue eyes sparkled with humor from something they were saying, and Harry wanted to be the one who made those eyes sparkle. A stubble framed thin lips that opened into a genuine smile and Harry swallowed hard before approaching.
The incredibly blue eyes moved and stayed on Harry, the young singer felt his heart racing and his palms sweating. He tried to run his hands gently over his pants to dry them.
"Louis! Here he is. I finally found him. He behaves like a child sometimes, I'll tell you. Harry, this is Louis Tomlinson, the new sensation of the moment." Jeff's voice was loud and got on Harry's nerves, the man made a point of poking the young singer. Louis raised one of his eyebrows, his smile faltering a little as he stared at Jeff for a moment. He extended a hand to Harry, pinning him in place with a penetrating gaze.
"Harry Styles, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm a big fan of your music."
The deep voice made Harry shudder and feel goosebumps run down his body. He also reached out his hand and felt Louis's warm palm envelop him. He saw the man's smile widen and tried to convince his own brain it was just a handshake and not a caress, even though he felt Louis' thumb going back and forth at the back of his hand.
"Nice to meet you too Louis, I really liked your album, your lyrics are so moving." Harry replied with a small smile. Jeff might not believe it, but he knew the work of other artists, and Louis was one of his favorites, even if the few photos Harry had seen didn't do justice to the real man.
Louis moved, still holding Harry's hand, turning his back to Jeff and giving the young singer his full attention.
"Thank you. Great compliment from you."
The two face each other with small smiles, still holding their hands together in what could be described as the longest handshake in history. Harry wasn't complaining.
Harry opened his mouth to respond, he didn't want to leave, but Jeff intervened, pulling hard on Harry's arm to the point that the young man lost his balance. Louis raised his arms to try to stabilize him, but Jeff pushed him away to his side. His management's brow was furrowed and his voice was icy when he spoke.
"Great, I hope to see you win the best new artist award, Tomlinson. I'll have my people get in touch with your people to talk about the future. Harry needs to go. See you around."
Jeff kept his grip on Harry's arm, he was sure the mark would remain, and pulled him away. The young singer said a small goodbye to Louis before disappearing into the crowd with the man etched in his mind.
***
Harry was drunk.
And he didn't care.
After listening to Jeff shouting for half an hour in a dirty alley next to the room they were in, something about images, contracts and things that Harry couldn't forget if he wanted to, the young man thought he deserved to get drunk.
Harry's skin felt like snakes were slithering whenever Jeff commented on their contract, acid coursed through his veins whenever he was reminded of what he had to do if he wanted to keep singing.
The only thing that could improve his mood at that moment was drinking.
Or jump and attack Louis Tomlison right there in the middle of everyone.
But as Jeff had reminded him: he couldn't afford that luxury.
Contracts signed, when he was too young to understand what he was giving up, ruled his life. So Harry contented himself with drinking and following Louis' footsteps around the room.
As he pretended to pay attention to what the people around him were saying, his ears searched for Louis' distinct voice in the crowd, the Yorkshire accent that made him stand out in the snooty crowd at the event.
Louis spoke with his whole body, gesturing, excited, his accent getting heavier with every second he defended what he was saying. He laughed, throwing his head back or with little laughs which made dimples appear, Harry's stomach contracted every time he heard the wonderful sound that was Louis Tomlinson’s laugh, and he wished more than ever they were alone in a nice room far away.
Tattooed hands clapped a red-haired boy on the back and Louis backed away. Harry straightened his back when he saw the man he was simping coming towards him. He took a subtle look around, looking for Jeff, and found him talking seriously to the suits that dominated the music world. He took a sip of champagne and prayed he would be able to talk normally with Louis, the fear of saying more than he should when he was drunk was great.
"Styles"
"Tomlinson"
Louis gave a small smile and positioned himself next to Harry, the two of them facing one of the biggest names in the industry, which became increasingly boring as the night went on.
"What a circus" Louis said in a low voice, just for Harry, who spat the champagne out of his mouth in laughter. The other's smile grew.
"It really is." Harry agreed, looking sideways at Louis.
"You must be used to this by now. Three successful albums, two tours in your pocket. My friend and meself are a bit lost. And I'm simply jiggered." revealed Louis, putting his hands in his pocket and leaning against the wall.
"Actually, not much," Harry replied sincerely, as he exchanged the empty glass for another from a passing waiter. "Hence the drink"
Louis laughed loudly, staring at the young man who was drinking champagne like water.
"Are you drunk Harry Styles?" he asked with a fond smile on his face.
"Oh, I'm absolutely drunk. Tip for you Tomlinson: sometimes being drunk is what makes this all bearable." Harry tried to say jokingly, but felt his voice coming out bitterer than it should have been.
Louis squinted his eyes and looked at the boy.
"It's a shame you think that way. I'd rather be sober myself to remember every minute of this night."
His voice was serious, his eyes didn't move from Harry's face. Without knowing what to do or how to behave with the blood rushing to his face, the young man said the first thing that came to mind.
"You speak funny."
Harry's eyes widened and he covered his mouth with one hand. Louis just started laughing. The way Harry saw him across the room, with his whole body, his eyes shining, he felt the butterflies in his stomach beat their wings faster.
"No one will be able to take Doncaster away from me." replied Louis running.
"I didn't mean it in a bad way. I like it." said Harry quietly, embarrassed.
"It's okay Curly, I'll take it as a compliment."
"You really should."
The two smiled at each other.
***
The sound of the magazine being thrown onto the conference table startled Harry, he couldn't control himself and jumped out of his chair with a small scream.
“What the fuck Jeff.” Harry glared at the man responsible for the noise with irritation.
“That’s what I want to know Harry.” Jeff said, his voice tense with anger, while pointing at the magazine.
Harry picked up the offending item and felt the blood drain from his face. On the cover was a photo of him and Louis Tomlinson leaning towards each other, secret smiles on their faces and glasses of champagne in their hands. The news read: Popstar Love at awards event.
With shaking hands Harry opened the magazine to see what they wrote, it wasn't very extensive, it briefly covered Harry's career and Louis' revelation, but it contained several speculations about their conversation. A supposed expert analyzed the body language of the two singers, and concluded that yes, Louis and Harry were very attracted to each other.
Harry analyzed the photos spread between the two pages. In many of them, they only appeared in the background, not always together, but always orbiting in each other's space. Harry didn't fail to notice his own gaze always fixed on the man from Doncaster. In the imposing and majestic figure that was Louis Tomlinson, how it could be otherwise Harry thought.
“What now Harry? Can you explain to me what we are going to do?” Jeff asked, resting his chin in his hands and looking at the young man with a cold expression on his face. “This is the latest of several rumors that leave in doubt about your sexuality. We're going to have to change our tactics or you're going to lose a lot. Louis is a big name in the industry right now, and I wanted to use him as a music partner not… this.”
“Could we just let it go? If we don’t do anything, they will soon find other news to focus on.” It was Harry's suggestion. With the magazine on his lap, away from Jeff's censorious gaze, his finger lightly passed over the photo of Louis smiling.
He had never felt this way before. Of course, he had had crushes and some very well-hidden boyfriends, but he had never felt his body respond so quickly and so completely to someone before. Louis attracted him like a magnet, and Harry didn't have the strength, nor did he want, to fight the urge to be close to him.
The two had spent the rest of that event night talking, exchanging anecdotes about life in and out of the public eye. Telling stories about family, friends. Harry celebrated when Louis won his award, and saw Louis clapping after his own performance.
Jeff's icy voice cut through his memories.
“Harry, we had an agreement.”
"Agreement?" Harry laughed mockingly. “Nice deal. Lying about who I am, about who I like, about…” began the nervous young man.
“And make millions of dollars, have fame and glory. So yeah, a nice deal.” Jeff interrupted.
Harry felt tears burning his eyes, but he wouldn't give Jeff the satisfaction. He now knew he had sold his soul at 16, and had already done everything he could to try to get out of the absurd contract he had signed 5 years ago. He had 2 more years to put up with the stunts, the censorship of his own songs, the eternal battle of trying to be himself while other people forced him to be someone different.
Knowing freedom was closer than ever, and that he would soon be free from Jeff, Harry fell silent, took a deep breath and tried to control his erratic heartbeat. During all this, his finger kept stroking the photo of his new dream.
“What do you want to do? Who are you going to hire now to make it look like she is in love with me?” asked Harry with venom in his voice. Maybe he wasn't so controlled.
Jeff gave a macabre smile that worried the young singer. A happy Jeff is definitely a reason for Harry to be afraid.
“Actually Harry, like I said, I want to change our strategy. I did some research. Did you know that most of your fans are gay or something similar? “Jeff asked amicably.
Harry's heart raced again, what was he getting at? Gays or something? What a jerk.
"Yes I know."
“What we are going to do is the following: increase the rumors about your sexuality, and try to attract even more this base of gays, they spend a lot on you, this will be good. No confirmation, because we don't want you to officially associate with these people, but we will leave it open to interpretation, always in a way that we can deny if it gets out of hand.” Jeff said this as if he hadn't just disrespected an entire community and planned to queerbait his fans.
Harry opened and closed his mouth trying to say something, but his mind was blank. He never imagined he would get something he wanted so much for the wrong reasons.
“What do you mean Jeff?”
As if rehearsed, and perhaps it was, a knock on the door interrupted the two. Jeff sent the person in with a satisfied smile on his face. Harry looked at the man who sat in the chair in front of him, he had a bored look, he was broad and attractive, with small lines on his face that showed that he was much older than Harry.
“This is Brad. And he’s going to be your supposed boyfriend.” Jeff explained.
Harry felt his heart drop, holding his breath. What he was hearing couldn't be true. Supposed boyfriend? After Jeff said so many times that he couldn't be romantically linked to any man, was he really going to use Harry's greatest desire to make more money?
“Jeff… You’re not serious” – asked Harry in disbelief
Jeff laughed. He laughed as Harry panicked. He didn't want his coming out to be like this. This was something so personal, something he had wanted for so many years. He wanted it to be the way he thought best. But he could tell by Jeff's laugh that he wouldn't even have control over that.
“Brad is older so he has more control, fans will speculate, you won't assume anything, but you will appear in public more often.” Jeff continued as if Harry hadn't spoken.
While Jeff explained the plans on how to use Harry and Brad's supposed relationship, and the rumors that would arise, to sell more products, Harry looked at the magazine in his lap and at the man he wanted to be there right now to hug and say to him that everything would be fine.
***
The club's lights twinkled and flickered, illuminating the sweaty bodies on the dancefloor.
Harry was at a table, with Brad's hand strategically on his shoulder, playing with the end of his hair, while a “fan” took a photo of them and was then asked to leave.
The ridiculous fake relationship had already lasted 8 months and Harry honestly didn't know how long Jeff would want to use Brad. He hoped the manager would give up soon. He couldn't stand the rumors, the news, the conversations and gossip.
When it was about women it was bad, but with Brad every new rumor was an open wound in Harry's soul.
Brad leaned over and spoke into Harry's ear. “You want to go dancing, we could enjoy it, you know.” The man's hand passed over Harry's thigh and he held it tightly, preventing it from advancing any further. He felt dirty and desperate. Brad huffed angrily and took his hand away. “Who cares, I'm going for a walk, for God's sake, control yourself.”
Harry gave a thin smile. Should he control himself? He saw the man walk away and breathed a sigh of relief for the first time that night. Harry wasn't interested. He started doing breathing exercises to control his emotions. When he was at home he could relax, but for now he breathed, held the air and released it slowly. He just wanted to be home with his cats and watch some random cooking show. But Jeff organized the outing to be photographed and that was it.
“Look who I found.” The voice brought Harry out of his dark thoughts.
When he looked up he couldn't fight the smile. Louis hadn't changed anything in the months that had passed. Harry didn't know why he thought he would change. Despite following the singer on fake accounts, he rarely had the option to drop everything and walk across the room where they occasionally met. Conversations during these months were few, superficial, interrupted. Harry had hoped that the urge to throw himself into the other's arms had passed. Well, now he was sure.
It did not pass. Wonderful, Harry thought sarcastically.
“Tomlinson.” Harry spoke slowly, still smiling.
The other smiled with that genuine smile that Harry wanted to believe was just for him. The smell of his cologne intoxicated the young man's senses and the moment Louis decided to sit in front of him he was sure he hated Louis Tomlinson for making him forget everything and lose control over his own emotions.
“Long time, no talk, curly. I was already thinking about drastic acts to find you alone.” Louis spoke with a mischievous smile on his face, as if he wasn't killing Harry with his presence.
He was wearing tight black jeans and a tank top that showed off the collection of tattoos on his arms, making Harry's mouth water.
“I'm finishing the album. I ended up becoming hyper focused.” Harry decided to respond rather than give in to temptation and bite Louis' neck.
“Amazing, I know how it is. I’m doing the same.” Louis replied, after an atypical moment of hesitation he continued. "Are you alone?"
Harry looked at him. Louis looked...hopeful? No, it couldn't be. Could it? Swallowing hard, Harry tried to remember what was at stake. He couldn't give up everything for Louis. Could he? No, Harry, focus.
“Ah... Not really. I have my…” Harry trailed off. He just didn't want to lie to Louis, not to him. So he just looked at the man in front of him with eyes that were almost filled with tears, until he understood what he was going to say.
Louis sighed in disappointment and Harry's heart bled some more. Could this incredible being in front of him want to be with Harry? 16 months. Harry only had to hold out for 16 more months until he was free.
"I understand." And Harry wanted to scream the truth and make Louis really understand what was happening, but he remained silent and just watched Louis drinking. “Bad timing.”
They faced each other, the atmosphere tense, thousands of words being exchanged in the uncomfortable silence that followed.
Harry was a coward. Was it worth it? If he missed this... miss the chance to reach out and see if Louis' hair was as soft as it seems? Was it worth continuing to sell his soul and not knowing the lips of the man in front of him?
The young man struggled to remember the saved songs, which spoke of golden skin, tattoos and blue eyes, which would never see the light of day if Harry couldn't end the contract with Jeff.
He had no doubt that Jeff could end his career. He had seen him do exactly that to other artists who didn't follow what he told them to do. Harry thought about his fans, his family, and his own desire to succeed. So he remained silent. It was Louis, beautiful and brave Louis, who broke the silence.
“Well, he’s brave for leaving you alone here.” The man said with a smile, and more quietly as if just for himself. “Or stupid.” Louis' back was tense, but the smile he gave the young man in front of him was as affectionate as always.
Harry smiled back delightedly. How could he be so caught up in a person he knew so little in person.
“He's... I don't know what he's actually doing, but he should be right back.” Harry replied quietly.
Louis closed his eyes and put his hands on the table. He took a breath and snorted before speaking.
“If you need anything, you can come looking for me, okay?”
Harry nodded, not knowing how to form words to explain how the simple suggestion lit him up inside.
He felt something similar when fans realized how ridiculous this relationship with Brad was. Many of them compared the photos of Harry and Brad to the photos that came out of Harry and Louis (Larry they called them, and Harry secretly loved it; he may or may not have had a whole page dedicated to the name in his notebook).
Harry understood why they didn't believe it. He just couldn't seem relaxed around Brad and honestly didn't think there were any smiling pictures of the two of them. Which with Louis he didn't even have to think about. The man simply had a way of making Harry relax, just by his presence. The smiles came naturally and, for the first time in almost 6 years of his career, were real smiles.
“I'll go then, I don't want to cause you any problems.” Louis' light-hearted comment showed Harry that he understood very well what was going on. The young singer struggled with the ball of disappointment that had settled in his throat and the urge to ask Louis to stay. “See you around Styles.”
Louis walked away with his hand in his pocket and was soon swallowed up by the crowd. Harry sat there, looking lost at where he had last seen the man.
The young man felt as if he had lost something. He fought the urge to cry. For God's sake, Louis was just a handsome man, even if they had gotten to know each other a little more, Harry couldn't lose himself like that in Louis Tomlinson.
He had to stop. Stop thinking about Louis. Stop imagining different scenarios. Harry had to stop hoping.
The young singer passed his hand over his chest where the pain was manifesting and got up to go after Brad. He wanted to leave. He had 16 more months to survive and only then would he think about what to do with his future.
And Louis Tomlinson couldn't get in the way of Harry's freedom.
He straightened his back, wore his fakest smile, and tried to convince himself that he hated Louis Tomlinson.
***
He was free.
Harry laughed in the dressing room of his last show of the tour, which concluded his contract with the record company and with Jeff.
He still couldn't believe that he was finally free. The laugh almost turned into a sob, but Harry took a deep breath.
The last tour had been incredible. Each show was a memory that Harry would cherish forever. With the stunt came the possibility of letting go more and getting closer to who he wanted to be. Every face in the crowd holding a sign saying they saw him warmed his heart. With his eyes closed in the dressing room and a small smile on his face, the singer remembered every moment.
The fans who screamed Larry in the middle of the show, those who asked for help to come out to their families, those who were there trying to recover from a broken heart. The old, the new, the in between, all of them. It had been an incredible and transformative experience for Harry.
His fans knew about the break and the end of the contract (many celebrated his freedom as if it were their own), what they didn't know was that Harry already had an offer from a new record label and a management company (a new company, which had supposedly been founded by a singer, but no one knew who yet).
Harry had already changed his team of lawyers, (in fact, he was still paying both of them, he had hired another firm in secret and now he could finally have just one expense for the legal team.) and the new lawyers were poring over the new contracts, with the sole intention of not to miss any obscure clause that could trap Harry again.
As there was never a confirmation of the relationship between him and Brad, there would be no need for a break-up story. The brands that used his name and image would be approached in the coming days to discuss changes to contracts and management. Harry was happy and hopeful for the future.
He got up and filled a glass with ice and whiskey while he put on a random playlist and started getting ready to leave.
His sister and mother were waiting for him to celebrate the end of the tour and the end of the contract with Jeff. Harry didn't want to be late. He showered with a smile on his face as he sang along with Taylor about the need to Shake it off. He would call her and arrange a meeting to catch up on the gossip.
Jeff entered the dressing room while Harry finished buttoning his shirt and the young man didn't comment on the lack of privacy. He was free.
“I see you’re ready.” Jeff said bored as he rolled something in his hands. “Wouldn’t you even say goodbye Harry? What ugly behavior for the golden boy of the world.”
Harry sighed and faced the old manager.
“Jeff, let's not make an unpleasant scene in the last few minutes, shall we? You already knew this was going to happen. I never lied about wanting to get rid of you.” Harry's voice was calm, there was no need for shouting. From that moment on, his future belonged to himself.
“Um…” agreed Jeff. “You know Harry, I made you the success you are.” The man said, leaning on the messy makeup table.
Harry laughed humorlessly. Of course he was going to say that. The young man actually wasn't surprised that Jeff wanted to hurt him one last time.
“If you want to believe that Jeff, who am I to stop you?” replied Harry with a small smile.
“Precisely. Who are you without my management and my contacts.” Jeff smiled his fake smile. “You're going to crash and burn Harry, and when you come crawling back to me to help you return to stardom, I'm going to laugh.”
Harry just stared at him. He wouldn't engage with Jeff, it wasn't worth it. He was free.
"That is all? I need to go” asked Harry, gathering his things.
“No, that’s not all.” Jeff unrolled what he had in his hands and threw it on the dressing room coffee table. “You’re throwing everything away for someone who doesn’t want you.”
Harry picked up the magazine the man had thrown. On the cover the photo of Louis kissing a girl almost took his breath away. He tried to keep his expression neutral, even though his heart was breaking. He threw the magazine aside and looked at Jeff.
“I'm doing this for me, Jeff. For a while I thought this was all right, and then I often wished I hadn't been successful at all. In the end I take the middle ground. You are my past now. “Harry's voice was clear and expressionless.
Jeff stared at him for a few seconds before shrugging with a humorless laugh.
“Keep the magazine. You don't fool me Styles, you're just an idiot in love. And I'll be in the VIP box watching Louis Tomlinson stomp on your heart.”
The man left the room, leaving behind a shocked Harry at the venom that came out of the words he spoke. He sat on the couch and picked up the magazine again. Harry knew more than anyone: what the tabloids showed wasn't always reality, in fact it almost never was, but it didn't stop the sadness from controlling him when he saw Louis with someone else.
Jeff's visit reminded him of one thing: Louis wasn't his. Louis didn't even know Harry liked him. The few opportunities they had to talk were always impacted by the weight of the contracts Harry had to respect.
Harry wiped away a lone tear that escaped and tried to shake off the feeling of despair.
He told Jeff the truth, he didn't renew the contract with the man for himself. He wanted to be able to be who he was and do what he wanted without having ulterior motives but he also knew Jeff was right: he was just another idiot in love.
He picked up the glass of whiskey again and sipped it while trying to get back into a good mood. He was going to meet his family and celebrate, he couldn't let them see how much Jeff's words were still shaking him.
When Waylon started singing about the old farm in Texas, Harry laughed and toasted to the ceiling. Harlan Howard knew how things were and Harry was thankful for all the forces of the universe he had freed himself before the wives and the divorces. He came out of the situation much better than the character in the song. He had his own money, his loyal fans and he was still young enough to change his own destiny.
With one last glance at Louis' photo, he stood up and grabbed his bags. He looked around the dressing room with a nostalgic and sad feeling. He didn't know when or if he would ever return, but he promised to fight for his dream.
His attraction to Louis could be addressed now, and perhaps he could pursue it, and if the man didn't want him Harry would move on. He wasn't going to let Jeff destroy anything else in his life. A new chapter was about to begin.
As he closed the door he swore: from that moment on he would not hide. Harry Styles would be who he always dreamed of being: himself.
***
When the fifth fan noticed he was in the VIP box and screamed, Harry started to think maybe it hadn't been a good idea to go to Louis' show without talking to the singer first.
The young man knew rumors would spread like wildfire, especially among his own fans, Harry could already imagine #Larryisreal would be among the world's trends that night.
His racing heart and sweaty hands, however, were not noticed by the fans who passed by him. Harry tried hard to stick to the plan: go to the show, try to meet Louis backstage, ask the man out on a date. Try not to die of shame in the middle of the ground.
In the 7 months following the end of his tour, Harry went through several mood swings. From extremely happy to desperately depressed. Many days he questioned whether he had made the right choice, on others he regretted having wasted so much time.
His mother and sister pulled him out of the depths he got himself into. He signed a contract with the management company that had made him the offer so many months ago. After he managed to sign a contract with a new record label and now he had finally returned to the studio.
There was still a long way to go before the new album was finished, an album that had a special place in Harry's heart, it was his compositions, his words, his life that were being recorded. And to Harry's happiness, everyone approved the idea of making the launch a surprise.
The arena lights went out and Harry was excited to see the man who insisted on living in his mind. He couldn't even count how many times he woke up from dreams starring Louis. Harry was frustrated, horny and ready to go after what he wanted.
Louis entered the stage and the fans almost brought the arena down with their screams. The energy was incredible and the man on stage had a very genuine relationship with the people watching him. Harry sang at the top of his lungs, forgetting to worry about the watchful eyes of the crowd. There he was just another fan.
After a few songs Louis interrupted the screams to try to speak, his voice came out happy, emotional, warm.
“I always start these gigs by thanking you. And today will be no different. You have incredible energy and thank you so much for continuing to support me. Today there are many special people here.” With the last sentence the screams increased again, many pointing at Harry, who stood still with his face red. Did Louis know he was there?” Yes, I know, I know,” the singer replied to a fan who was shouting and pointing, making her almost faint. “I think because we have so many special people I'm going to change the setlist a little. This is Always you.”
Louis finished speaking and looked towards Harry, with a mischievous smile on his face, and winked at the young man, who felt his heart jump out of his throat and his legs start to shake. Oh my god, oh my god, was he singing to Harry?
When Louis started the song, the world ceased to exist.
Harry knew the lyrics by heart and always wondered, a little jealousy, who had inspired such deep love in Louis. And now he was here, watching the man recite that perfect song while not looking away from the VIP box.
The young man didn't listen to his fans, he didn't notice the cameras recording every moment. He was stuck in the presence of Louis singing to him. Harry could only smile.
Just before the show ended, one of the security guards approached and escorted him backstage. Harry entered the dressing room indicated to him and waited nervously. He couldn't sit still, so he walked around the space watching Louis' things thrown across the surfaces.
When the door opened to let a sweaty Louis enter, Harry almost drooled right there. The blue eyes sparkled as always and when they focused on Harry they were filled with something that the young man couldn't decipher with his messed up mind.
“Styles”
“Tomlinson”
Harry's voice was a little breathless, but he was already past the point of caring about those details. Louis approached slowly, Harry took a few steps back instinctively.
“When they told me you were in the arena, I almost couldn’t believe it.” Louis' voice came out in a whisper, enveloping Harry in a cloud of desire.
"I… well… because...” Harry tried to find his voice, but the man kept advancing and Harry kept retreating, until he felt the wall behind him, he slid down a little before stopping himself from falling at the feet of the man in front of him.
“I heard something, Curly, that I really want to be true. “Louis said as he raised his arms and trapped Harry between them. Harry was completely at Louis' mercy at that moment.
“Wha..what..I...” why couldn’t Harry speak? Louis lightly touched a curl that fell into Harry's eyes and the young man caught his breath.
“I heard that you and whoever cares for his name, are no longer together.”
Harry swallowed hard and tried to organize his thoughts so he could communicate with the man, who was looking at him with desire in his eyes. Harry couldn't deny it any longer, it was desire in Louis' eyes. Could this be a dream?
“And... never together...” was what he managed to formulate
Louis' smile grew and he stood there facing Harry, who placed his hands on the man's hips to keep from melting onto the floor.
“Never together? It’s getting even better.” Louis leaned in, Harry could feel their breaths mixing and he could only think about how his plan had gone wrong and right at the same time.
"I..."
"You. If you say no, I'll walk away and we'll continue as we were, but Harry...” Louis' voice was tense with desire. “I really want to kiss you right now.”
The man waited, staring at him, until Harry gave up trying to speak and just moved forward and finally tasted the lips that had haunted him for two years.
Louis threaded his fingers into his hair and took it. And just like everything he did, he gave himself completely to the kiss, in a way Harry had never experienced with anyone, and doubted he would ever experience again.
The kiss was the perfect mix of sweet and sensual. Harry felt desire rushing through his body, but he wasn't willing to separate their mouths. Louis was the one who separated them to breathe and smiled when he saw Harry's glazed look. Running his hands down the young man's side he asked softly.
“Something to say, Styles?” Harry smiled and pulled Louis' head to his again and, before their mouths met, he whispered.
“Gorgeous”
***
Harry didn't know what to think.
He and Louis had the perfect first kiss, followed by a sleepless night talking and exchanging small caresses and heated kisses. The two of them have an unspoken agreement to take things slowly and get to know each other better.
But now it was two days later and Harry saw Louis talking to his friend Oli (Louis introduced him to Harry after the show) and completely ignoring Harry.
The blue eyes quickly passed over Harry, but the man did not approach the young man at any point. Harry was already convinced that it was all just a dream. A hallucination. Maybe he should see a doctor and try to figure out how a hallucination could leave him with Louis’ smell, for days after it occurred. Maybe Harry was a medical discovery.
Harry did what he always did at parties like that. He drank. He had already lost count of how many glasses he had downed, he was feeling dizzy and wanted to cry when he saw Louis talking to someone other than him.
He saw Oli approaching and almost couldn't believe it when the redhead spoke to him. Harry was feeling a little invisible that night and Jeff's voice kept ringing in his mind: people only know you because of me.
“Hey, are you okay?” Oli looked at him worriedly. Harry didn't know what his face was showing, but it couldn't be something good.
“Not really” replied Harry sincerely, trying not to fall. Maybe he was more than a little dizzy.
“Here, I was told to give you this.” Oli held out the glass of water. Harry stared at the glass trying to understand what was happening.
"What?" asked Harry confused.
Oli chuckled and gently guided him by the arm to a sofa. The two sat side by side and Oli made Harry drink the water.
Harry looked at him with wide, teary eyes. He wanted Louis to be there, and he didn't understand what Oli was doing taking care of him.
“Why are you taking care of me?” asked the genuinely curious young man.
Oli looked at him like he was crazy.
“Louis asked?” it came out as a question, as if it was something Harry should have known about.
“Louis?” Harry was even more confused. What do you mean he had asked Oli to take care of him, Louis ignored him all night and still threw him at his friends?
Harry's heart broke once again and a tear escaped before he could control it. He angrily wiped it away before answering Oli.
"You do not have to do this. You can tell him that I understood the message. Believe me, I've survived worse things than this. “Harry tried to respond with dignity, but his voice broke and another tear escaped.
Oli stared at him with his mouth wide open and his eyes wide.
"What are you talking about?" He seemed nervous and started looking everywhere looking for someone, probably to take Harry out of his own hands.
Completely humiliated, Harry stood up, almost laughing at how quickly the redhead followed him, increasingly nervous.
“Oli, everything is fine. I think the night is really over. I'll call a car and go home.” Harry spoke softly, it wasn't the boy's fault that his friend couldn't dump Harry personally.
The redhead shook his head vehemently from side to side and held the young singer's arms, keeping him still in front of him.
“No Harry, you're getting it wrong. Louis wants you” Oli said desperately.
“Oli... Look... There's no need for that, I'm 22 years old, I may be inexperienced, but I'm not stupid.” Harry tried to get rid of the boy without success.
“No, Harry, God... I've been hearing about your eyes, your hair, your smile for two years. Believe me: Louis wants you.” Oli said it all very quickly while motioning over his head to someone in the crowd.
“Oli, he hasn’t said a word to me since the night of the show. Today he didn’t even look my way for more than a few seconds.” Oli stopped gesturing like crazy and looked at Harry with a suddenly serious face.
"What?" asked the redhead angrily. “Oh no, he is really stupid. No, Harry, wait here for me, okay?” said Oli, walking away angrily.
“Oli... “ tried Harry
The boy stopped and looked at the young singer.
"Promise me. Wait for me to come back. If you want to leave later, I’ll take you myself.” He stared at Harry until he reluctantly nodded.
Harry turned around and rubbed his temples, he had a headache, was more sober than drunk now, and wanted to eat ice cream and cry. But he promised and he didn't break promises.
He saw Oli approach Louis and argue with his friend. Great, now Harry was one of those pathetic people who whined to their friends ex trying to get them back. Great. Louis' eyes widened and he shook his head, then raised his head and looked at Harry for the first time that night.
Harry felt exposed and vulnerable. The power behind the blue eyes was too much for Harry to fight against. He saw Louis abandon the conversation and come with decisive steps towards him.
“Harry...” the man's voice was already full of apologies, Harry just closed his eyes and walked away a little, leaving Louis perplexed.
“Louis, it’s okay. I explained to Oli. I'm going home and we’re fine.” Harry said, trying to control his voice.
“No, Harry. Oli says you think I don’t want anything. This is so far from the truth. I want you so much.” The man spoke quickly as if afraid that Harry would interrupt him.
"What? Louis... So can you explain to me why you're ignoring me? If you don't want me that's fine, but no games please Louis, I'm tired of being manipulated by everyone.” Harry spoke with anger in his voice, and watched the emotions dance across the face of the man in front of him: anger, regret, desire, until he sighed deeply, his face flushed.
“Harry, if I stayed by your side I wouldn't be able to handle it and I would probably do more than I should, since we didn’t talk about our relationship and maybe a room full of people wouldn't be the best time for that, or for me to attack you without a care what could happen to you if I did that” said Louis in a pained voice.
Harry stared at him for a few seconds before starting to laugh, Louis gave him an embarrassed smile.
“Oli is right. You're an idiot."
***
So that was it.
Harry Styles was in a relationship with Louis Tomlinson.
Not that he knew what kind of relationship. He didn't know if they were hookups or lovers. What he did know was this: his presence at Louis's shows were routine now, they always hung out with each other's friends, Louis wasn't afraid to show affection in public, Harry loved kissing Louis, the two visited each other in the studios while they finished their respective albums, Harry really wanted to rip Louis' clothes off.
Louis laughed when Harry whispered this in his ear in the crowd.
Harry snorted and leaned back on the bench he was on.
They were in a bar owned by a friend of Louis, listening to a really good band. Only the stage was lit, leaving the audience in almost total darkness. Harry tried to lean in and catch some of Louis' scent, but the man was gesturing to Oli something about the band.
Didn't Harry get tired of admiring his boyfriend? Partner? Whatever Louis was. He knew that sometimes it made him awkward, but he couldn't simply exist in the same space as Louis and not stare of all the perfection that he was.
He didn't understand why Louis was so reluctant to take the next step in the relationship, especially because Harry noticed the hot looks Louis often gave him. Harry flirted, hard, tried to show Louis he was open to this new experience, but so far he had achieved nothing.
Louis leaned back on his side and ran his hand down Harry's back, until he reached the base of his spine and from there he hugged him around the waist, pressing their bodies together. Harry felt hot immediately, the blood rushing down his body to his dick, which moved with interest.
He was just a horny young man who had never had more than a few over-the-clothes touches after all. And his... don't know what... was Louis Tomlinson. Having him next to him, touching his body with his fingertips in a dark room, wasn't helping him control himself. When Oli stood up and left the two alone, Harry moved his legs slowly, looking for friction, drawing Louis's gaze to his problem.
The man swallowed hard, his pupils dilating and his breathing quickening. The hand on Harry's waist squeezed him a little tighter and the other was clenched across the table. Harry let out a sigh, unable to control himself and decided to try one more time, but he only managed to mumble an almost moan into Louis' ear.
“Louis...”
The blue eyes stared at Harry intensely, until the young man placed his hand on the other's thigh and slowly climbed up in search of his prize. Louis held his hand, stopping him from continuing and Harry let out a frustrated groan, almost to the point of starting to beg and cry.
“Harry... I'm trying to control myself.” Louis' voice was tense, his jaw clenched, the hand on Harry's waist increased the pressure and the boy hoped that Louis' finger marks would remain on his skin.
“Who is asking you to control yourself?” replied Harry, panting into the singer's ear. The young man saw and felt the shiver on Louis' body and when they faced each other again he went to the man and tried to devour him in a kiss.
Louis suddenly broke away and stood up, dragging a laughing Harry behind him, shouted goodbye to a confused Oli who was returning with three drinks in his hand and they were out of the bar within minutes. Harry didn't even know if they had paid the bill... and at the moment he didn't really care.
In the car, Louis kept both hands on the steering wheel, squeezing so hard that his knuckles were white, Harry, on the other hand, let his hands roam over the other's body, running lightly over the bulge in his pants. His mouth worked on marking Louis' neck where it could reach.
He didn't see how they got to Louis' house. Harry was just movement and sensations, when he came to, he was in Louis' room, with the man's hands on his face, holding him with affection and his eyes full of desire.
“Are you sure Haz?” Louis' voice was tense, the young man knew if he said no, nothing would happen and there would be no negative repercussions, but Harry was absolutely sure and therefore responded with actions.
Harry slowly took off the jacket Louis was wearing without taking his eyes off of him. Louis shivered as Harry's fingertips caressed his arms. The man moved too and began to unbutton one by one the buttons on Harry's shirt, letting his fingers gently touch the skin hidden behind.
When the two took off their tops, they let their eyes run over their bodies. Louis kissed him gently as he guided him towards the bed. Harry felt his legs hitting the edge of the mattress and sat up, looking up at Louis.
The man ran his hands through his curls and Harry closed his eyes, moaning with pleasure. Slowly Harry raised his hands to the button of his pants and looked at Louis for permission, the man nodded and Harry slowly opened the button and zipper. Louis was naked and Harry's mouth watered at the sight of his hard member.
He slid his pants down to the middle of Louis' thighs and after licking his lips, he placed a small kiss on the head that was glistening with precum.
Louis held his breath and tightened his grip with the hand that was still in Harry's hair. Feeling powerful and intoxicated with pleasure, the young man put the member in his mouth and sucked. Louis threw his head back with a loud groan and closed his eyes enjoying the sensation.
Harry would spend the night there without any problems, with Louis' strong scent, with his hard member moving in his mouth in pleasure, but Louis slowly pulled him by the hair and placed his mouth on Harry's. The man pushed him until Harry crawled to the middle of the bed and slowly removed the young man's tight jeans until he was naked.
“Gorgeous” said Louis, staring at his body with desire.
Louis grabbed a condom and lube from the bedside table and wet his fingers. Facing Harry he traced the young man's entrance making him shift anxiously. The moment the finger went beyond the barriers, Louis placed Harry's member in his mouth, delighting in a moan, making the young man scream with the stimulation. Louis worked hard and carefully to open Harry and not hurt him.
“Louis... please... I need you inside me” Harry's voice was choked with pleasure and the effort he was making not to cum prematurely. Louis took his fingers out of Harry and lifted himself up a little to put the condom on his throbbing member. He leaned over the young man and entered him slowly, stopping whenever the other needed it. When he was all the way inside Harry they both stood there facing each other, adjusting to the change within them.
Harry moaned and Louis began to thrust, he moved slowly at first, sensual, but the moment he found Harry's point of pleasure and the young man screamed his name, everything became strength and speed. The two caressed each other and sought to increase each other's pleasure. Louis continued in the same spot until he felt Harry's walls contract and squeeze him, and then Harry smeared them both with the force of his orgasm. Louis didn't last long after seeing the image of Harry satiated and came hard inside the condom, with his head thrown back and his arms shaking.
After a while the two lay down side by side and exchanged tender, slow kisses, with small smiles and sighs. They didn't need words. They were finally home.
***
Harry laughed as Louis' ice cream melted over his fingers.
Louis looked at him with his eyes semi-closed, trying to look angry, but the corners of his mouth insisted on letting out a smile.
Harry was over the moon.
The album had been finished and now preparations would begin for the surprise release. He and the team decided to throw a party and announce the album on a live stream. They also decided to drop some clues and see if the fans could guess what was happening.
He and Louis were still in the honeymoon phase and the meetings between the two were full of laughter, affection and sex. They hadn't yet spoken to define the relationship, but Harry wasn't worried. He knew neither of them were interested in anyone else.
That day they decided to go for a walk outside, hence: ice cream and the mess that was Louis Tomlinson eating it. Harry loved this childish and amazed side of Louis, the young man began to see many things through the other's eyes, rediscovering old pleasures that he had forgotten. For example: ice cream in the park on a hot afternoon.
They were sitting on the bench trying to clean Louis' sticky fingers with napkins when someone shouted the man's name. For a moment, Harry thought they were going to be attacked by fans and he looked in the direction of the security men.
However, it was a woman running towards Louis with a big smile on her face, Louis got up with his own smile to hug her. Harry's heart froze. He knew that woman. It was the person Louis had been photographed kissing. The young man tried to put a polite smile on his face, but he was sure it came out as a grimace.
“El... I thought you were traveling,” said Louis, smiling and pulling the woman away to get a better look at her.
“I was, but I wasn’t going to spend my whole life traveling Lou.” She laughed, rolling her eyes.
Harry felt invisible again and didn't know what to think about the sweet look Louis exchanged with the stranger. The conversation they hadn't had seemed more important now.
Louis continued talking to the woman and Harry continued with a fake smile on his face, trying to follow the topic. It was the brunette herself who indicated Harry with her head and made Louis stutter in the middle of the sentence, turning his head to look at the young man sitting in fear.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry love. Come here." Louis said, reaching out his hand and pulling Harry to his side and hugging him. “This is Eleanor, an old friend. This is Harry, my... Harry” stumbled Louis blushing.
Harry might even laugh at the situation if he wasn't feeling his ribs hurt from the effort of looking normal. He smiled at Eleanor and shook the hand she extended.
“Nice to meet you Eleanor” he said kindly, he wasn’t going to make a scene there in the middle of the park.
“A pleasure Harry, Louis spoke so much about you” she said with an easy smile.
And Harry didn't know where the next words came from, he really didn't know.
OK.
Lie.
He knew.
But he never thought he would give in to the jealousy of seeing Louis talking to this woman so easily, or give in to the memory of the pain it was to see the photo of the two of them in that magazine.
But Harry did it.
Harry opened his mouth and spoke without thinking, his voice sarcastic.
“He talks about important people in his life. Funny, he never talked about you.”
The silence that followed was deafening to Harry.
The young man felt his face heat up with embarrassment, and he felt Louis tense up next to him. Eleanor raised an eyebrow and the smile grew until it turned into laughter, confusing Harry.
“Oh, I like you. That's right, sweet thing, don't let anyone walk all over you. Not even this one.” Eleanor said, pointing to Louis at the end.
Harry gave a shy smile. Still confused. Still jealous. He risked looking at Louis' face. The man looked back at him with a twinkle in his eye and a proud smile on his mouth.
These two were crazy, that's what Harry thought.
Louis and Eleanor said goodbye and the woman hugged Harry tenderly before walking away, leaving the two alone again.
Harry sat next to Louis and fiddled with his rings nervously. He couldn't read the man's expression and didn't know whether he should apologize or not comment on the matter and let it go. In the end, Harry couldn't bear the silence and turned exasperatedly to Louis who was already looking at him with a small smile.
“Okay, I’m sorry I talked to your friend like that.” Harry began, closing his eyes when Louis' smile grew, huffing he continued. “But, what did you want? That I could be friends with the woman you used to kiss, I can't, I....”
Louis put his hand over Harry's mouth to stop him and the smile disappeared from his face.
“Kissed? Eleanor? What the hell are you talking about Harry? “Louis asked, confused.
“You don't have to lie. I know you have a past. I just don’t need to have that past thrown in my face.” Harry said gently. He didn't want to fight. But just thinking about Louis and his old relationships hurt.
“Honey, I’ve never been with Eleanor.”
“Louis, there were pictures of you kissing. And I know it might not have been a relationship and the kiss might have been fake, believe me, I know, but still. There was a kiss and I didn't like it.” Harry tried to explain, what he didn't expect was Louis to start laughing.
Harry crossed his arms irritably and Louis hugged him affectionately.
“Love, the day I ‘kissed’ her, someone had told me that you and the nameless man had bought a house together in Italy. I got drunk, more than any other day in my life, and I tried to kiss Eleanor. Believe me, she didn't let me. “Louis said with affection.
Harry looked at the man he loved. Shit. He loved Louis.
“I've never been with Brad.”
“I know that love”
Harry sighed and hugged Louis back. Their hearts beat almost in sync.
***
Harry was living with Louis.
Not officially.
They hadn't talked yet.
But... Harry's clothes were in Louis' closet, his products were on the bathroom counter, his appliances were in the kitchen. Harry hadn't slept in his own bed in weeks. He didn't even think of his own bed as his anymore.
Things were now theirs.
But not officially.
And Harry was anxious about the lack of certainty.
Whenever he tried to talk to Louis, something or someone would interrupt. And sometimes he could see the other being nervous when he saw Harry getting ready to ask something. Harry didn't know what to think.
The release of his album was in a few weeks and what Harry wanted more than anything was to go side by side with Louis, instead of exchanging glances in a crowded room.
Louis wasn't ashamed of him and Harry knew that, but the young man wanted to make sure they were on the same page. Or at least close.
Because Harry loved Louis.
Harry didn't know if Louis loved him.
Harry had never loved anyone before.
He wanted to shout the fact to the four corners of the world.
But first he had to know what Louis felt,
That's why he planned a romantic dinner.
At home, because he didn't want strange looks on them. He made a point of talking to both of their assistants so there would be no interruptions.
Louis' apartment was lit up with fairy lights, flowers were spread across every surface, the food was ready to be served and Harry was dressed up and sitting eagerly on the sofa.
When the door opened, Harry was happy to see the surprise on Louis' face, followed by the affection in his blue eyes.
“Hey, what is this?” Louis began happily, then squinted his eyes worriedly. “Did I forget a date?”
Harry chuckled as he approached him and placed a light kiss on his warm lips.
“I just want to do something special.”
Louis hugged his waist and slowly deepened the kiss.
"Thank you love."
The two looked at each other smiling for a few minutes, before Harry gained courage and pulled Louis onto the sofa.
“I actually wanted to talk to you before dinner.” Harry said, stroking Louis' hair.
Immediately the man next to him tensed and looked at Harry worriedly. He tried to get up, but the young man held his hands with his heart racing.
“Let’s have dinner first” said Louis nervously.
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his own hair.
“No… let’s talk first. I'll talk, you won't interrupt me and then you'll talk, if you want. Ok?"
Harry stared at Louis until the man reluctantly agreed.
“Lou... I adore both of us. I truly love our jokes, our dates, our nights. But I need to know where we are. Because my heart feels where it is and my mind is sure of what it wants, but neither of them understands what you're thinking and feeling and it's making me start to doubt myself and how we feel about each other. And I promised myself I wouldn't doubt myself. So I need to know where we are, what you are feeling.”
Harry took a deep breath and waited for Louis to respond. The man looked at him with wide eyes and took a deep breath before answering.
“Hazza... I...” Louis trailed off, making Harry's heart contract in fear.
“I spent two years loving you from afar, for no reason, after a conversation in which you made fun of my accent. I didn't stand a chance against you. I loved you at the first exchange of glances. I saw you having to pretend to be in love with someone else and it broke my heart, because I knew you weren't happy. And I wanted so much for you to be happy. The day you appeared on the show was the happiest day of my life, and every day since then shows me I want you forever. And I know how much you've been trapped over the years and I'll never do the same to you, so I'll take whatever you want to give me. I didn't want to talk for fear of you telling me you wanted to slow down. I'm selfish Harry, I know I can't trap you, but I don't want to let you go.”
Harry had tears in his eyes and a huge smile on his face.
"You love me?"
Louis laughed and ran his thumb over the tears that ran down the young man's face.
“More than is healthy sometimes.”
Harry jumped into the man's arms and kissed him hard. With his legs on either side of Louis' hips, Harry cupped his face tenderly and looked deep into his eyes.
“I love you Louis Tomlinson.”
The smile that Louis opened could light up the whole world, Harry hugged him tightly. Louis pulled him away after a while and looked at him.
The ocean blue eyes that Harry loved so much pulled him deep into a world of love, respect and friendship. And Harry let himself go. There, protected by the blue orbs, he gave himself completely. He would die gratefully in the warmth that Louis's blue eyes promised him.
When he touched his hand to Louis' heart he felt their hearts beating in perfect synchronization.
***
The Harry’s House launch party was a success.
Fans interacted for weeks, discovering clues and song names, which made Harry smile, happy with the decision he made. The live broadcast was a surprise, the number of views increasing as people reported what was happening. Harry sang three songs and fans were going crazy online buying the album.
Harry got what he wanted. He entered the room with Louis by his side and was able to introduce him as a partner (Louis said they were much more than just boyfriends). With a smile on his face and Louis laughing lightly in his ear, Harry walked around the room showing the man he loved to everyone.
All the big names in the industry were at the party, as they should be, and of course Harry saw Jeff walking through the crowd like he belonged there. Harry had a plan to stay far away from the man, and to keep Louis far away from the man, because Louis had already promised not to hold back if Jeff said anything against Harry.
Harry was happy. Totally Happy. For the first time in years.
Their relationship was everything he had ever dreamed of. Fans didn't even blink when they saw the sensationalist tabloids reporting Harry and Louis' kiss, and the two singers' teams made a point of releasing notes confirming the relationship. There was no doubt the two loved each other.
So Harry was happy.
That didn't stop him from looking at Louis and feeling a pang of sadness for everything he had put him through. But he knew communication was important and they were both trying to forget all the pain of the past.
Harry saw Louis looking for him in the crowd and smiling when their eyes met. The man came with determined steps towards him, wrapping his arms around his waist and placing small kisses on his smiling lips before speaking.
“Happy, love?” Harry put his hands on Louis' shoulders and leaned his head against the man's.
"Completely"
“The album is already a success. Oli was telling me about the numbers. You have another number one for sure.”
Harry hugged him tightly and pulled away to face his love.
“I'm happy, these songs have a very important meaning for me.” Louis nodded in agreement.
“I have to go home in a little while, tomorrow I have to go to the studio to finish my album.” Louis said with a smile
Harry pouted sadly.
“Am I going to have to go home alone? Me and my cats, is that it Lou?”
Louis laughed and hugged him tightly, kissing him slowly and sensually.
“I will always be home with you”
Harry smiled and gave him another kiss. He knew Louis was right, with his heart in his eyes he whispered with happiness.
“You are my home.”