LOUIS' P.O.V.

Saying goodbye to Harry last week was the hardest thing I've ever done. Him being around the corner for two days made it that much harder, but we haven't seen each other at all after he left our hotel that day. Now he's in London again, pretending to be happy as he takes Cara everywhere he goes so that it seems like they are inseparable. Her contract is signed and she's in it for the long-haul which is one more thing in the way of Harry and I being openly together. I miss him so much and I can't wait to go home in two weeks, but even then, it'll be hard to be alone.


HARRY'S P.O.V.

When Cara and I got home last week, we went straight to Modest's offices so that she could sign her binding contract. It felt wrong. Like a sham marriage. It was the same really; we signed papers saying that we would 'be together' and thankfully there was no 'forever' attached to it. Jason yelled at me, but that was really it for now. Cara and I are supposed to spend every waking moment with each other, as if it was love at first sight or something. They want us to be inseparable, which really sucks for us both. Cara has a life and so do I and honestly, she's great, but I can't stand being around her for more than a few hours. She's the kind of girl who's personality you would put up with because she's a model. But, I'm not attracted to her, so it makes things that much worse. She even has to spend the night sometimes so that pictures of her walking out of my apartment early in the morning could plaster front page news. Thankfully, I have a guest room, because it would kill me to let her sleep in my bed. The bed that Louis belongs in.

I miss Louis so incredibly much. He gets back in two weeks, but what difference does it make? I know exactly what's going to happen. Management is going to tell us to stay away from each other during interviews and performances. They're going to tell us to not see each other unless the rest of the guys are present. They're going to literally rip us apart and not give a shit about how we feel. Today, I woke up feeling more lonely than ever, rolling over to the side that he usually sleeps on and hugging his pillow. I hate sleeping alone; I just want Louis to come home. I force myself to get up and take a shower. Once I'm under the running water, I think about what would happen if Lou were here. He'd kiss my neck and play with my hair; probably stand on his toes to push his hips into mine- and I'm hard. I decide that since he won't be back for a while, I'll just have to pleasure myself. I think back to the time we made love at my mum's.


FLASHBACK:

"Shhhh, Lou, be quiet. I think I hear someone."
We both get silent immediately, hiding under my covers a little. I know I have to tell my family about Louis eventually, but for now, they think we're only mates. When the heavy footsteps pass, Louis rolls over onto me again, making me giggle into his neck. I feel so happy when I'm with Louis. Just cuddling with him makes any bad day forgettable. So, being intimate makes it that much better. Neither one of us are wearing shirts, laying in my room in only pajama pants. I run my hands down his back, starting at his neck and ending at his bum. I slip my hands into his pants and squeeze him playfully.

"Oh, and I thought you were against fucking me here."

"I... I was."

I changed my mind the second Louis walked into my room twenty minutes ago. He chuckles and leans down to start kissing my neck. It feels so right to be here with him. I didn't really think it would, but it feels like we're just a normal couple when we're here. Laying in my old bedroom, it feels like we were never on the X-factor and met at school or something. It feels natural. I pull him closer to me and kiss him and he moans into my mouth as I bring my hips up to meet his.

"Hazz. Shouldn't we at least give them time to fall asleep?"

He has a point. I don't really want my mum to find out I'm gay by her walking in on me and my boyfriend having sex. I lay back and Louis falls next to me. I pull him toward me to lay on my chest and begin to play with his hair, trying to think of anything besides him crawling under the sheets and laying betwee- it isn't working. It's all I can think about. After a painful thirty minutes, the house is completely silent. I roll onto my side and peck Louis lightly. As I pull away playfully, he rolls onto me again, pressing me into the bed and kissing me passionately. I can feel him harden through our pants, which really need to come off. I start to tug on his waist band and he hovers over me to make it easier for me to remove his pants. When they are off, he grins cheekily and slips between me and the sheets, disappearing in the material. Within seconds I feel his lips press into my bulge, kissing me softly before rolling my pants off of my hips. When I spring free, he holds my length in his hand and takes me into his mouth, roughly sucking so that I am clawing at the blankets.

"Shit, Lou."

He doesn't stop and I turn my head to the side, pulling a pillow to my mouth to stifle the screams. I feel my climax building and too soon, it's gone. I release into his mouth and he swallows it all before returning to my chest, kissing my shoulder and neck. I want more of him. I love when he sucks me hard like that. The pleasure and emotion are just uncontrollable, and frankly, unexplainable. Before I can regain my thoughts, he turns me onto my side, facing away from him and reaches onto the floor behind him. He comes back to me and I hear a package ripping. A few seconds later, I feel his tip, covered with a lubricated condom, begging for entrance. I pull one leg forward slightly, making it easier for him to thrust into me, which he does, slowly and carefully while stroking my hair. He kisses the back of my neck and I feel his warm breath by my ear.

"Harry, you feel so good."

He starts to moan as he picks up speed, thrusting in and out with more ease than the first few
times. It wasn't even really hurt anymore; we do it so often. I know that when I give it to him, he still cringes in pain because it's not typical for me to top. I like it this way though. I find it so sexy when he's inside me and him feeling that good is all I need. After a few minutes, he speeds up even more and my mouth drops, light moans escaping. His are louder and more like high screams but he buries his face in my back to muffle them. A few seconds later, he slows down and eventually stops, obviously finished. When he pulls out, I turn to face him and kiss his forehead and cheeks as we both catch our breath and he removes the condom, throwing it into the bin next to my desk.

"I love you, Lou."

"And I love you, Hazz."

I kiss him and lay on his chest, thinking over and over how I should make him go back into the other room, but way to exhausted to enforce it. We both fall asleep in each others arms.


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"Morning, Har- oh!"

I open my eyes just in time to see my mum gasp, noticing Louis. I look at her with fear on my face and she turns and closes the door behind her before I can say anything. I shake Louis awake, who's chest I was still laying on, and tell him what happened. We get out of bed and put on some clothes before leaving my room. I'm terrified, but I know that if I make up an excuse now, it will break her heart when she really finds out. We have no choice. We walk into the
kitchen to find her leaning against the counter, her eyes still widened in shock.

"Mum, I- We-"

I don't really know how to say it, so Louis kindly steps in, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"We're in love."

She looks at Louis and then back at me, not really sure if he's joking.

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yeah, mum. I'm sorr-"

"No! Don't apologize, sweetheart! I just wish you could have told me sooner. I- I thought it could
be a possibility. I always saw how you two acted around each other. It's just a bit shocking."

"So you aren't mad?"

"Mad? Of course not! I love Louis and Harry, I love you. No matter what."

I walk over and hug them both, so happy to be exactly where I am.

"We love you too, mum."

That was Louis.


PRESENT DAY:

I had stopped trying to pleasure myself half way through and started to cry instead, the water hitting my head and flowing down my face to join my tears. I shut the water off and step out of the shower, throwing a towel around my waist and walking out of the bathroom. I grab my phone off of the counter and dial his number.

"Lou, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have come and I ruined it, and-"

"Shhh, Hazz. Babe, stop crying. It's okay."

"It's not. I miss you so much."

I hear him sniffle and clear his throat before speaking again.

"I miss you most."

Notes

Aww :( Poor boys. What do you guys think will happen when Louis and Eleanor get back? Will it be different? Will Louis and Harry even be able to see each other alone?

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