HARRY’S P.O.V.


I wake up the morning after our unfortunate run-in with my dad to find half of Louis’ body draped over mine. Sometimes he sleeps so soundly, but then there are nights when he has nightmares and I find him like this. I want nothing more than to wiggle out from under him because I have to take a piss like you wouldn’t believe, but I can’t move him because his skin on mine feels so right.

I lay in near-silence, his steady breathing and light snores being the only sounds in our room. I lay back on my pillow and look up at the wall of pictures. They all bring me back to a different memory and I can’t help but smile at most of them. A few take me to a dark place, reminding me of the worst of times when we couldn’t even look at each other in public, but they also remind me of the strength those experiences forced upon me and Louis. Every last picture leads to a memory of an experience that brought us closer together, whether that was it’s purpose or not. Nothing can tear us apart.

Louis rolls over so that his chest is against mine and I run my fingers through his hair as his eyes flutter open and shut again.

“What are you thinking about, Hazza?”

I smile as his raspy voice fills my thoughts, his eyes closed softly and sleepily.

“You. Always you.”

He chuckles and pulls the covers over us more as he adjusts his position to a more natural one, his head on my chest and one leg draped over mine.

“I love you, Harry.”

I kiss the top of his head, his messy hair tickling my nose.

“I love you, Lou.”

He brings his left hand to my chest, just below his head, and starts to trace random shapes along my skin. I feel my breath hitch as it always will from his touch and he trails a finger down my stomach and closer to my hip. My arm feels dead beneath him, but I don’t pull it away. Instead, I use it to pull him closer to me until he gets the picture and straddles my bare lap, his eyes tired and half-closed.

“We should get breakfast with the guys, eh?”

I rest my hands on his thighs as I speak, gently stroking them and he yaws and stretches his arms out.

“I don’t want to let you out of this bed, babe.”

I smile and he leans down, his palms balancing him on my chest as he leaves a close-mouthed kiss on my chapped lips.

“Well, now. I think we’ve spent quite a bit of time cooped up in here and I haven’t seen them
since I got back.”

He kisses my forehead and sits up again, fingers skimming down my sides.

“Alright alright, I’ll share you.”

I giggle and surprise him by lifting him up with my hips and flipping our bodies over, pinning his against the warm mattress.

“How about,” I begin to pull the covers over me as I slide under them, “I suck you off,” I leave wet kisses on either side of his hips, “and then we take a shower?”

At that, I grip his half-hard cock in my hand and he moans in response instead of speaking. I just want him to know how happy he makes me and nothing makes me feel more complete than to witness his body quiver under my touch.

I am completely engulfed by the sheets and I feel one of his hands find their way to my tousled curls, gripping them lightly as I lap my tongue over the tip of his quickly hardening length, savoring his taste with a dramatized whimper.

“Oh god, Harry. I love it when you’re feisty in the morning.”

I smile to myself and open my mouth wide, allowing my warmth to envelop his thick cock, my tongue sliding around as I take him all the way to the back of my throat in one go. Louis grips my hair with one hand and tugs at the sheets with the other, groaning loudly as I begin to bob my head up and down over him. He pulls at my hair with every movement and I feel his hips begin to thrust up ever so slightly, begging for suction and more friction.

I hollow my cheeks and suck sharply as I take him back farther, relaxing my throat so he can fuck into it. My nose brushes over his abdomen and I hum against him, causing him to mumble indiscernible curses. As he begins to thrust a bit harder, a few strangled gags emit from my mouth, but I stroke his thighs to silently allow him to continue. My eyes water as he bucks up and finds his way deep in my throat as I constrict some to intensify his pleasure.

“Fucking hell, oh, Hazz. I’m already close.”

I deliberately suck and work at him roughly for a few more seconds before I pull away and let his rock-hard member fall back onto his stomach.

“Wha-“

I escape from the confines of the warm sheets and lay back on our bed, panting before I can speak.

“I want you to come on my face, Lou.”

He rests on his elbow and looks at me with wide eyes.

“C’mon. We’re about to take a shower anyway. Come on my face, baby.”

I speak with a purr and watch his face light up as he positions himself over me, straddling my chest. He sits up on his knees and holds his length in his small hand.
I swat his hand away and watch him smile dubiously. Before he can question me, I wrap my large hand around his throbbing member and quickly pump while it’s still slick from my my mouth. I keep my eyes glued to his face and watch his expression shift through countless levels of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna. I’m gonna-“

He doesn’t finish his sentence, but I know what he’s getting at and I close my eyes and open
my mouth, letting my tongue slip out in anticipation. I feel his cock twitch in my palm and soon after, my face and tongue is covered in sticky liquid. I swallow what lands on my tongue and Louis collapses next to me on our bed, entirely out of breath. I reach over to my nightstand and blindly find the tissue box. I pull out a few tissues and wipe my face off, starting with my eyes until I feel comfortable enough opening them. I’ve had come in my eye and it’s not a good experience.

I toss the tissues on the floor and lay on my side, watching Louis slowly recover from his orgasm.

“Harry, that was- wow. Wake me up like that every day?”

I chuckle and slide over, kissing his temple quickly.

“Only if we take turns. Let’s go get in the shower.”

He grins and stands up, allowing me to appreciate his full beauty as he looks out the window, facing away from me. After a few seconds, he turns around to find me still laying there staring at him.

“Oh come on, babe. I’ll take care of you in the shower.”

He winks and I hop out of bed faster than I thought possible, wanting so badly to find my release as well.


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“I’ll drive, Harry.”

I nod and grab my phone, making my way to the door where my shoes are.

The boys all agreed to meet us for brunch, although Zayn took some convincing since he was still fast asleep when we called. We decided on brunch because by the time Louis and I were done with our morning activities, it was nearly noon.

I check my pocket to make sure my wallet is there and Louis approaches with my keys dangling from his finger.

“Alright, let’s go.”

We make it out to the car and I climb into the passenger seat as Louis starts the engine and pulls away from the curb. I turn the radio on quietly and finally look at my phone for the first time today. The typical notifications flood my lock screen, but one takes me by surprise. A text message.


*FROM: Dad
Harry, I’m sorry for the way I reacted. Can we spend some time together this weekend? Just you and I. Love you.*


I stare at the screen for a long while before I decide that I’m not imagining things.

“What’s wrong, Harry?”

I shake my head in disbelief.

“Nothing! My dad- He wants to see me. He apologized!”

I look up and Louis is smiling to himself suspiciously.

“What did you do, Louis?”

“Nothing. I’m glad he’s come around. You should have him over. I’ll spend the evening with
Zayn or something.”

I stare at Louis for a bit, realizing he’s definitely hiding something from me, but I decide to hold that thought as the excitement fills me.


*TO: Dad
Thank you so much. I would love that. Come over this weekend and I can cook? Lou said he’ll leave. Love you too.*


Louis smiles and keeps his focus on the road as he reaches over and caresses my hand gently.

“Are you going to tell me what you did now?”

He glances over for a second and in that moment, I know for sure he did something. He tries to turn back to the road and expects me not to have caught that nervous gleam in his eye.

“I did nothing.”

He smirks and I pull my hand away from his.

“Louis, did you call my dad?”

“No, I didn’t call him.”

He speaks around my question, answering carefully.

“Just tell me, Lou.”

“I didn’t call him. I paid him a visit.”

“What?”

His eyes shift anxiously and he tries for a reassuring grin, but it doesn’t work.

“Yeah, last night when you fell asleep. Don’t worry about it, Harry. I took care of it-“

“I didn’t need you to do that, Louis! I don’t need you to fight my battles for me!”

He scoffs in disagreement.

“They aren’t your battles, Harry! Everything we face, we face it together. I was very respectful.
We just talked, babe-“

“Don’t call me that.”

I shoot back and cross my arms, staring out the window.

“Come on, Haz. Don’t be like this.”

“Like what?”

“Pissy. You’re acting like a dick. I did something nice for you.”

“I didn’t ask you to do anything, Louis. How is he ever going to respect me if I have you running out and fixing everything for me when times get rough. I don’t need anyone dealing with my shit for me! I’m a god-damned adult and I can take care of myself!”

“Harry! Listen to yourself! I didn’t do this because you asked me to. I did this because I love you and I couldn’t bear to see you suffering at the words of your father. I can’t stand to see you hurting-“

“Yeah, well sometimes I hurt. It’s not the end of the world. It’s a fact of life.”

Louis huffs in frustration as we pull into a parking spot next to the restaurant.

“Just be glad something good came from it.”

“What if it hadn’t, Louis? Did you think of that? What if you had made things worse and made
my father hate me even more?”

Louis looks at me pleadingly as he turns off the car.

“He doesn’t hate you, Harry and never could. Just- Stop acting like a bitch for this meal at least. We can talk about it later.”

“Whatever.”

We both get out of my car and slam the doors behind us before walking a few feet away from each other toward the door. When we enter the restaurant, it isn’t very packed and we easily find the guys sitting in the far corner by the window. We nod to them and sit down in attempted happiness, but there’s no hiding the anger in our expressions.


LIAM’S P.O.V.


“Oh, hey there they are.”

Louis and Harry walk over in a rush, silently taking their seats between Niall and Zayn and pouting dramatically.

“Oh, god. They’re fighting.”

We’ve all caught on to that, but for some reason, Niall felt the need to voice this observation. Harry rolls his eyes and before he’s even been sitting for a full minute, he shoves his chair back and mumbles a quick, insincere apology.

“I’m going to the loo.”

He glares down at Louis and hurries off down the hall, wiping his face on his sleeve. He’s definitely crying.

“What the hell happened, Louis?”

Zayn crosses his arms and waits for his reply.

“I tried to help him and went to see his dad and now he’s being a jerk and saying I don’t need to fight his battles for him. It ended well and everything. He’s just being an asshole for no reason.”

“There’s always a reason-“

“Thanks, Liam. I don’t need this crap. I’m going to go home. Can one of you bring Harry back after you eat?”

Louis doesn’t wait for one of us to reply and stands up in a fury, walking right back out the door he came from. I turn to Zayn and he looks at me inquisitively.

“What do you suppose we do? I talk to Lou and you talk to Harry?”

“No, other way around. I think they each need to see where the other is coming from.”

Zayn and Louis are similar in a lot of the ways Harry and I are. If we can speak calmly with them without all of those extra feelings attached to their heated conversations, maybe we can get through to them.

“Alright, you better hurry then. He’s probably at the car already.”

Niall’s eyes shift between us and he starts to say something, but simply looks back at the menu instead as I jump up and run to the door. I make it out as Louis turns the key in the ignition and I wave my arms in the air to get his attention. He rolls the passenger window down and I rest my arms there.

“What do you want, Liam? I’m not in the mood-“

“I just want to talk to you. We can go wherever you want.”

He glares at me a while before reaching to the door and unlocking the car.

“Fine. Get in.”

“Thanks, Lou.”

Well, here goes nothing.

Notes

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