Clarity

After the sweet exchange of 'I love you's' we were on the road once more. Only this time headed towards the hospital, the complete opposite of a white girl location.
"Do you like Imagine Dragons?" I found myself asking, and he nodded. "That's some creative music there." He said, and I nodded this time as I adjusted the volume so we could talk and listen. "I find some of the lyrics pretty cool. I mean, I wish I could write like that." I sighed.
Even though my words were only half true. I did wish to have the ability to write exceptionally well, but I wanted it to be in the field of creating lyrics and composing music like Harry did, not make a literate novel about some animal like in those ''classic's".
"You do write well Louis! I mean, you wrote and composed Look After You all by yourself no pun intended." He said, the complement making my heart flutter as I grinned. "You really liked it huh?" I asked.
"Very much." Was his response. That made me pleased, to know I had impressed him. I may be new to the whole boyfriend concept, but I think I was getting a handle on this whole impressing him thing.
I loved it when Harry complimented me, and I loved it when he was proud. I don't think we've had a moment yet where he wasn't proud of me. Actually come to think of it this whole relationship thing had been smooth sailing so far.
"You always do that." Harry then said, pulling me away from my always consuming thoughts. "Do what?" I asked, unsure of what I was doing. "You always put your feet on the dashboard." He points out, and only then I reconized my reptitive habit.
"I never noticed." I say. "Well I do because I'm always wiping your footprints off my dashboard." He said, honking his horn at a particulary slow driver. "It's just a habit of mine I guess.'' I shrug. "It's one I find cute in all honesty. Everything you do is." He said turning out of the steady stream of traffic and onto the connecting road that led to the hospital parking lot.
Cute? Me? Bah.
"Not everything I do is cute, I use to have this bad habit of picking my nose once." I say, pretending to do so which made him laugh. "I find it hard to believe that you could ever do something I don't find attractive." He admits, honesty lasping over his tongue.
"If you choose to think that, then be my guest." I said, a silly grin appearing on my face as he sighed and furrowed his brows. "Oh I forgot!" He announced, the volume of his voice raising slightly which caused me to jump in surprise.
"Forgot what?" I ask, rubbing my arm to calm my racing pulse. "You can't come back to the hotel tomorrow night." He informs, causing me to instantly morph into a state of utterable confusion. "Sorry?" I asked, unsure if I had heard the words correctly. He laughed.
"I need my Louis to go find something to occupy himself for an hour or two because I have importent buisness to take care off." He then looked at me with a sly smile, "But don't worry; I'll make sure to put a tracking device on you in case you get lost." And at that I playfully smacked his shoulder.
"But what is this buisness?" I insisted curiously, wondering why it would be nessicary for my absence at our residence. In response he only smirk; which gave me the assumption it had something to do with us, but I wasn't going to be able to pry any information out of him anytime soon.
Suddenly upon seeing the oversized home for the sick I became excited, and the wandering hypothesis' on his statement slipped my mind. The other day I had been scared to death to meet his mum, but today I was eager to see her.
Perhaps even squeeze some more embarassing stories about Harry out of her so I could blackmail him in the near to far future. If I ever had the need to. "I can't wait to see your mum!" I inform, fantasizing about what to say today.
Yet I had a feeling our greeting would go the same way, which quite honestly I didn't have a problem with considering it had been pleasent. "Someone sounds eager." He chuckles, which only makes me more excited.
I really liked his mum actually she was a pleasent parent as Shailene put it. "More eager then you." I tease, earning a soft slap over my knee as he pulled into a parking space. "Lets say just as." He said, killing the engine and pulling the keys from the ignition.
"Or agreed to disagree my love?" I ask, using the affectionate name to win him over, a tatic that worked on me. "Fine." He huffed, then kissed my cheek before slipping out of the car, and walked around to my side so he could open my door and lean on it as I got out.
"Hello there monkey man." I said, slipping out and kissing his nose which made him giggle as he shut my door and grabbed my hand. "You'll have to dream up a nickname better then that baby." He said, pressing his lips to my hand as we then walked inside; into the warm air of the hospital lobby.
Everything pretty much looked the same as yesterday only there were less people in the waiting room, and it smelled a bit more pleasent.
"I hate hospitals." Harry grumbled under his breath as we walked across the waiting room and to the front desk. "Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson to see Anne Styles." He said to the receptionist who was a chubby raven haired one, sipping on a jumbo soda from Burger King.
"Sign this." She said, handing us the visitors sign in sheet, and we both scribbled down our names before handing it back to her. "Proceed." She said, giving us a chubby bunny smile, making me shoot back a smile with a wave, then was swept away by Harry.
"C'mon Louis." He coaxed, and I laughed as we both stepped onto the elevator. Then his grumbled stream of words stirred in my mind which led me to one of my famous prying questions. "Why do you hate hospitals?" I asked, though I had to admit they weren't my favorite place in the world either.
"Because I practically lived here as a kid." He said quietly, his grip tightening on my hand as he took a deep breath. "Oh." I say.
He must've been referring to the abuse he recieved as a child.
Abuse I desparately wish I could undo, abuse I wish I could erase from my baby's memory. A person like Harry didn't deserve something such as that. He was really a good guy, minus the few flaws, and at the moment we had a perfect relationship with no serious problems present. I could only hope we'd stay that way.
"You didn't mention it yesterday?" I inquired, not remembering Harry looking so uneasy yesterday. "Because I was to wrapped up in my fear that my mum wouldn't like you." He said. For a moment I was quiet with surprise.
"You thought she wouldn't like me?" I asked and he shrugged. "I was just afraid she wouldn't, yet had a feeling she would." He said, giving me a half hearted smile as the elevator doors open and we stepped off.
"Do you remember where the room is?" I asked, and he nodded as he pointed down the same hall we had wandered down yesterday, and I did a little skip as I dragged him down to his mum's room. "Calm down puppy!" Harry laughed, the both of us stopping at the door so he could open the door.
Inside his mum was sitting up once more, playing on her phone. Her hair was swept back into a ponytail, and her skin less pale. She definately looked much better. "Boys!" She called once she saw us, placing her phone down and I took that as an invitation to walk over and give her a hug.
Now that I knew she excepted me I was much more comfortable acting loose around her. "Your looking much better today Mrs. Styles." I mumble, and she grins as she hugs me back.
"Well hello to you to Louis! I would've assumed that my son would've given me the first hug, but it seems as if you beat him to it." She teased, looking back at Harry as he scoffed. "Don't start with all that shit again." He warned, making her shush him as I pulled out of the hug and sat down next to her on the bed.
"You picked a good one Hazzy." She says, tapping my cheek lightly, and I smiled. "He didn't stand a chance when he saw me." I said, giving Harry a teasing smile as he shrugged and hugged his mum.
"More like you didn't stand a fucking chance when you saw me Tomlinson." He countered, earning a playful smack over the head from his mum. "Don't cuss around your mother." She warned, making me laugh.
"Our dear Harry just informed me the other day that he is indeed a sailor, but was hiding his colorful words to impress the cabin boy." I said, winking at his mum as Harry pulled out of the hug, sat next to me, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"Well I dare say both make an adorable couple." She giggles, and Harry kisses my temple. "Yeah, but we're even cuter in bed." He whispered in my ear, and I chuckled as I shoved him away. "So what did you boys do in the time you weren't visiting me?" She asked, folding her hands in my lap.
"Oh we went to the room and-" I start, but bite my tongue to cut myself off. I almost told her exactly what we did last night in the most absent minded way possible. "And?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at Harry.
"Watched movies while eating the delights the hotel left in our room." Harry covered, tazing my side softly as she shook her head. "Sure." She said. I guess the phrase mother know's all is true. "Yeah." Harry protested, sticking out his tongue.
"Did you watch any of his favorites?" She asked, crossing her arms as she gave us both a watch dog look. "I'm not sure, he never told me his favorites." I shrug. That thought was actually funny, I knew so much deep stuff about him, but didn't know his favorite color or movie.
"Well last time I checked he liked The Hunger Games, Titanic, Love Actually, The Notebook-" He then cut her off with a cough. "Yes, thank you mother." He said curtly, resting a hand on my chest. I then looked up at Harry, biting my lip as I smiled.
"I see you are a romantic kind of guy my lovely hairy Harry." I say, and he pecks my lips. "Only for you." He informs. "Yay me!" I squealed like London Tipton, and his mum sighed. "Your lucky Harry, I wish I had a fiance like Louis." She said, a dreamy expression crossing her face as both of ours snapped in her direction.
"We're not engaged.'' I say quickly, surprised she had assumed that. "Oh? I thought you were." She said, a look of uncertainy appearing on her face. "No mum. Just boyfriends." Harry said, then kissed my head.
"For now." Was it possible for two words to make your heart race increasingly fast as butterflies began to form a colony in your stomach. "Cute." I breathed, feeling my cheeks flush slightly as he gave a satisfied nod and stood up.
"I'm going to go get a snack, will you two be okay?" He asked, directing the question more to his mum then me. "Yes." Me and her both said in union. "Very well then." He grins, kissing my head before disappearing out of the room, and shutting the door behind him.
I suppose this was a habit of his?
"He's such a charmer." She says, and I nod in agreement. "He charms everyone down to the annoying little flies." I state, and she sighs. "To bad his father couldn't see that. Couldn't find him a blessing." Her words surprised me.
I hadn't been expecting her to ever mention his father to me, but I guess I had won her trust enough?
"He must be a blind man." I say, shifting postions slightly. "I wouldn't be surprised." She muttered, a look of pure hatred crossing her face.
"Harry always worked so hard to impress him. Excelled in everything his dad like, worked hard in school, was a good kid, played sports, excelled in art, etcetera. Yet his dad only saw the non-existent flaws in that child of his." She stated.
Her words making my heart swell with sympathy for my curly haired lover. Perhaps that was why he was so good at literally everything! He even breathed with out a flaw.
Oh wait. He had asthma.
"I would never treat a child of my own that way, I couldn't imagine anyone being cruel enough to do so." I state, and she rests a hand on my knee. "You seem like the type of guy who would be a good dad." She compliments, making me give a proud smile.
"I really want some! Lots and lots of them!" I inform, then began wondering how many Harry would want? Yet that was an argument we could save for future reference. If we ever had a future like that, it was to soon to tell.
"You sound very family oriantated." She pointed out, and I could do nothing more then nod in agreement because she was right. "I came from a considerably big family." I said with a nod. "Oh? How big?" She asked.
"Four sisters, and two parents." I said, feeling another proud smile appear on my face because I loved talking about my family. "That's a handful! No brothers?" She smiled. "Afraid not, but I'm not complaining! Sisters are cool." I say truthfully.
I could safely say I deserved the best big brother of the year award, because I was always like a second parent to my four favorite girls.
"You sound very fond of them." She points out, and I nod in agreement. "Very." I say. "That's a good sign." She laughs, sitting back and moving her hand away from my knee as she gives a content sigh with a wide smile.
"You make him so happy."
She then says, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment before she bit her lip.
"I've never seen my boy so happy. It's almost unreal! All these years I feared he would be rejected by all that interested him, because of all his crud. Yet here you are!" She announces, making a wide hand gesture at me as I felt my heart glow with pride.
"I really make him happy?" I asked, and she nodded. "When I use to look at him before he met you, I saw no life. But now I see nothing but it." She breaths, getting a little choked up as I rest a hand over hers.
"I promise I will try really hard not to break his heart." I swear, making an x over my chest as she gave my hand a light squeeze. "I can tell you won't be like his last ex. You have something more innocent, and Harry worthy of you." She said, sitting up a little straighter.
"Are you referring to the ex that made him dye his hair green?" I asked, and she nodded. "He was terrible to Harry. Never treated him right. Always forced him to do really bad things, and Harry would always come home with a new bruise." She said bitterly, and I gasped softly.
The words stirring a burn of anger in my stomach.
"If we ever cross path's remind me to pop him a dozen." I said, feeling the smile fall from my face as she nodded slowly. "I'm glad he broke up with Harry, because now he has you." She sighs, smiling at me in such a motherly way it made me ache a bit for my own mum.
"He'll be better off with me." I nod. "We haven't had any relationship problems yet, smooth sailing over here for cabin boy and the sailor." I informed, and she laughed. "Good! We wouldn't want you guys fighting now would we?" She teased, raising an eyebrow as I shook my head.
I wonder what it would be like to fight with Harry though? The thought sounded like one that would never become reality, but still.
"What does happen when you fight with him?" I ask, reffering the question more to myself. "He'll do everything but hurt you." ''Everything?" "Such as smashing things, punching walls, screaming, storming out, you know the cliche bad boy stuff." She shrugs, and I felt my pulse speed up slightly.
That sounded a little scary to be honest. I mean, if the moment of a fight ever did come I would probably try to keep it at a bickering level. "Sounds wild." I say, keeping my voice light to prevent the mood from getting to serious.
"Not as wild as that dark side of his. Have you seen that one yet?" She asked. I was starting to believe his mother was what they called an open book, or maybe just telling me what I need to know.
"No. I don't believe so." I practically whisper as I wondered what she meant, but I felt as if that was going to be an answer I needed to learn on my own. "Probably for the best. He'll most likely avoid showing that one to you. He seems to be more careful with you." She puts out there, making me wonder.
"How so?" I asked. "He preserves you more. Is more gentle, more careful, treats you like a delicate flower. Believe me, if you saw him with his past ex's you'd understand what I mean." She said, sitting back once more as I shifted to a crossed legged position and rested my hands in my lap.
"So far they don't sound to swell." I muttered. "No, not at all. They didn't make him happy like you do." She says. Then we both became silent for a moment, before I found the courage to ask a daring question.
"How bad was his depression? I mean, I just got the confession of depression a couple of days ago, and we really didn't talk much about it afterwards." I sigh, resting my chin in my hands. Her face then dropped, a dull look appearing in her eyes as she began to fumble with her fingers.
"It was bad. Really bad." She whispered just loud enough for me to hear. "If you don't wa-" I started, the topic seeming to much for her but she shook her head.
"He always had dull eyes, rarely smiled. Was so quiet at times it was almost as if he wasn't there."
She made a sweeping motion with her hand.
"Everyday he would tell me when he was no more then nine, "Mummy I want to die. I hate it here." Everyday he'd tell me that."
She took a shaky breath as my stomach flip flopped.
"The first time he attempted was when he was about ten or eleven. He was always trying, always failing. He'd overdose, cut himself to the point of bleeding to death, tried to hang himself, and so much more. Everyday he had a new set of cuts, and because of that he wore long sleeves, and jeans all the time."
She took another deep breath as I felt my throat close up with emotion.
"He felt like he was useless, unworthy, ugly, shameful, a piece of shit, and any other negitive thing you can dream of."
She then looked at me with a tensed expression.
"He was so sad Louis, so sad it would make a complete stranger want to cry. He held so much pain in his heart, had so much trauma packed into his head that he could barely breath under the pressure."
I took a shaky breath, feeling my heart clench and stomach twist. I couldn't imagine the Harry she had described to me. It didn't seem to fit the mental image in my head.
"Did h-he get better before me?" I asked, and she shook her head. "He was still bad off to the very day he met you, but then he learned yur name and began to heal." She chokes out, a tear slipping as she pressed the back of her hand to her mouth and bit her knuckle.
"Then I hope I can complete the full process." I sigh, hoping she wouldn't cry because then I might've just started crying myself. "All he needs is a little bit of love from you as an anti-depressant." She said, wiping at her eye.
"Then he may overdose on me as much as he pleases." I say, the feeling of something trying to expload back. Welling in my stomach and chest. "Oh Louis." She sighs, leaning over and kissing my cheek as I felt a small smile tease my lips.
"I just hope he won't end up using me." I say to quickly, half expecting her to get insulted, but she only laughs. "Louis; you could treat him as bad as you could and he'll still love you until plastic flowers dies." She says, laying back on her pillow and closing her eyes.
Those words actually comforted me, making my heart do a little skip of happiness. Though I would never treat him poorly.
"I'm back!" Harry then called, stepping into the room with a bag of chips and a muffin for his mum. "Harry!" I exclaimed, jumping off the bed before hugging him, nearly knocking him over. "I'm pleased to see you missed me." He laughed, kissing my head as I detatched myself from his waist and sat down in the chair near his mum's bed.
"Here mummy, I got your favorite." He said, giving it to her with a kiss on the forehead, then sat down in my lap. "Oof! Those chips are extra weight." I groaned, wrapping my arms around his waist as he sat back, his spine pressing against my shoulder and chest.
"To bad. I want a Louis cuddle." He whined, taking a handful of chips and stuffing them into his mouth as his mum gave us a look of awe. "It would be a bloody crime if I didn't steal a picture of you two!" She stated, pulling out her phone, and pointing the camera towards us.
"Harry put those chips down and both of you say cheese." She ordered softly, and Harry rolled his eyes as he placed them on the ground. "Cheese!" He called, puckering his lips, me smiling, and she took the picture.
"I'm going to send this to Gemma and tell her to get it printed because I want to frame this." She said, her fingers moving over the screen on her phone as Harry shifted positions on me, his bum rubbing slightly against my crotch, and he laid his head on my shoulder as he draped his legs over the arm over the chair.
Basically I was holding him like a baby.
"I'm tired." He mumbled, kissing my shouder as he nuzzled into it, and I tightened my grip on his waist so he wouldn't fall off. "Then nap a bit." I cooed, kissing the bridge of his nose. Gosh he was adorable at times.
"Awww! You both are so cute." He mum squealed, snapping another picture and I laughed. "Nooo..no more pictures!" Harry whined, hearing the sound of the camera clicking as I shook my head with a smile, watching him flutter his eyes shut.
"Larry Stylinson." I then hear his mum say. "What?" I asked, looking up as Harry cuddled into me. "Larry Stylinson. That's your names combined." She giggled like a school girl.
Larry Stylinson? I had to admit, that ship name was flawless.
"Hmm. I like that." I say, kissing Harry's forehead before sitting back in the chair with a sigh, feeling a bit sleepy myself. "I demand to see it on the wedding invitations." She teased, waggling a finger before looking at her sleeping son.
"Has he had any panick attacks recently?" She then asks, and a surprise expression crosses my face. "Not to my knowledge." I frowned. "He has panick attacks?" I asked, and she nodded. "Yes. They use to be frequent, but according to him they've stopped." She said. Biting my lip I stroked his upper arm as he rested his lips on my shoulder, half asleep already.
Must've been that bad dream that woke him up earlier.
"What do I do if he has one when I'm with him?" I ask, my heart beating just a little faster. I was familiar with the term panick attack but didn't know what do when someone had one. "Pull him inbetween your knee's securely, then sing to him while playing with his hair. That usually does the trick." She said.
"And if it doesn't?" I asked, forcing myself not to envision having to witness that.
"Then just keep him from hurting himself, he usually passes out at the end." She said, and I felt a little sick.
"Anything else I need to know?" I decided to inquire, because I felt as if there were plenty of things that I wasn't being warned about.
"Well he has asthma." She said, frowning slightly. "Yeah, I knew that. I saw his inhaler when he was packing." I shrugged, still rubbing his arm. "Oh! He smokes weed when he's stressed." She added.
Harry smoking? I mean, I kinda already knew that though. But I wasn't sure how bad of on he was. I didn't seem to know much about how serious his flaws were.
"Is that all?" I asked, and she shrugged. "All I can think of." Harry then snickered. "I'm sure you told him plenty more in my absence's." He states, looking up at me as I do my best to craddle his larger body.
"Oh yes! Now I know about the secret." I tease, kissing his cheek and he pushes my face away as he snakes a hand inbetween us, and palms me softly. He wouldn't. "And what might this secret be?" He asked innocently as I tried to keep a netural expression, trying not to react.
"One of your's." I replied like a smart arse, and he palmed me a little harder. "Is that so baby?" He asked, then pulled his hand away to switch positions so he could sit on my lap, his bum pressing on my small boner.
Cheeky little-
"Yes." I said, kissing his shoulder as his mum watched us with a smile. "If you don't tell me then no cuddles!" He warns, grabbing one of my hands and kissing it as he shifted his bum slightly on me.
Fight the moan Louis.
"But if I don't get cuddles, then you won't get cuddles. And if I don't get cuddles, and you don't get cuddles, then no kisses!" I state, watching him press butterfly kisses to my hand.
"BuuuuuuuuUuuUuut Louis!" He whined, pressing my hand to his face as he looked back at me with an innocent expression, and slightly darker eyes.
"Hey, you said no cuddles." I tease, tickling his side which made him jump and squeal. "No! I don't like tickles!" He warned, smacking my hand away as my mum laughed. "You two are so precious. I'm loving all this fluff." She sighed, watching us with an affectionate expression, and I felt a blush spread across my face, mostly because I knew it wasn't just fluff going on here.
"Mummy! Louis won't tell me the secret!" Harry complains, shifting on me again. Only this time I think it was an accident. "Aww Louis, tell him the secret." She laughs, and I give a long dramatic sigh.
"Fiiiiine.." I drawl, kissing the side of his neck. "Harry's breath smells terrible in the morning." I whisper, and he looks back at me with a 'seriously?' expression. I was gonna pay for that one later, I could sense the tension.
"I hope we won't be smelling to much of it when me and Gemma move in." She teased, and Harry pouted as I laughed. Then another curious question came to mind. "Speaking of the move, you don't think Mr. Styles will cause any problems do you?" I asked.
Immediately the room went dead quiet as I saw both of them share a dreaded look, and Harry's body tensed against mine.
"No. I wouldn't think so." His mum answered after a long moment of silence. I guess the topic was indeed a sensitive one, so to lessen the tension I decided to change the subject.
"So what do you guys normally do for Halloween?" I asked, and both of them relax. "Usually I stay indoors." His mum laughed, and he smiled. "I throw a huge costume party every year!" He exclaimed.
"I'm planning on having it when we get back, because I do believe we'll be home before Halloween." He informed. A party? That sounded like my kind of language. "And is Louis invited?" I asked, resting my chin on his shoulder.
"Yes, Louis is definately invited because Harry needs him to party with him!" Harry informs, moving his bum slowly onto my crotch, the movement barely noticable but I felt it. Now this time I knew for sure he was teasing me.
I guess last night just wasn't enough for my dear Harry.
"Good! Because I was planning on crashing it anyways." I say, biting my lip harshly to hold back a moan as he continued his sneaky movements. "Such a problem child." He tisked. "Only for you." I replied, smirking as he pressed his bum down and I gasped softly.
"That's a blessing and a curse." He said, then standing up and stretching as I pulled my shirt down over my boner and fixed my scarf. Harry then turned to his mum as he looked at his watch. "It appears mummy that we must depart now to go costume shopping on the topic of Halloween."
Harry sighs, holding out a hand for me with a slight smirk.
"Oh? So soon?" She pouts, and he helps me to my feet before walking over and kissing her cheek. ''Next time we come to visit we'll be checking you out, and taking you home." He sighed, both of them sharing a soft smile as I walked over, brushed past Harry, and hugged her.
"Bye." I say, and she kisses my cheek. "Be careful on the roads." She warned, hugging me back, then we both pulled away as Harry grabbed my hands. "C'mon Louis." He said, tugging on me. "Bye boys!"' She called, and we both waved with grins as we stepped outside of the room, Harry shutting the door behind us.
"Well th-" I start, but he interupts me as his arms snake around my waist and he pulls me into him. "I love you." He says, pressing his forehead to mine as my hands grip his biceps. "And I love you." I said in response, my breathing speeding up slightly as my boner pressed against his inner thigh.
"Good, because I don't know what I would do with out my Loubear." He whispers, pecking my lips before releasing me from his grip.
"You just stopped me to say that?" I asked, a bit amused. "Yes. Can't a Harry tell his Louis that he loves him?" He asks, the both of us brushing past a nurse so we could step onto the elevator. "As much as he wishes." I sigh, our fingers lacing together as he pulled me close.
"You really take my breath away sometimes." He says quietly, the both of us then sharing a long glance at each other as we rode down in the elevator. Our eyes had crossed path's and were now locked on each other as he stroked my hand with his thumb slowly.
I never could seem to perfectly describe Harry's eyes, there were so exotic. So much emotion in that color. His eyes were the pages from his story you could read easily. I felt as if one glance at them and I could just tell what he was thinking or what emotion his heart was bearing.
"Louis.." He breathed, not breaking the stare as his free hand snaked over to my chin, and turned it more towards him as he lowered his mouth with the intent of pressing it to mine.
"Harry.." I breathed in response, feeling his hot breath on my face, but our near kiss was interupted by the elevator doors opening and we both recluently pulled away.
"Come on." He sighed, the both of us walking out of the elevator. I had actually wanted that kiss really bad, I could tell it was aiming to be one of our more passionate one's, where our lips contaminated each other.
"Here's the sign out sheet." The receptionist said, shaking her drinking to get some more as we both signed out then walked out of the hospital. As we walked down the front steps and over to the car we both remained quiet.
I could feel the tension, the sexual tension, the desire to tangle our limbs as our lips meshed agressively together in a passionate kiss, but we both made no advance on the other.
Yet.
"That was a nice visit." Harry then says, stopping at the car and pulling out his keys to unlock the car. "Yeah, I loved the part where you started grinding on me and palming me in front of your mum." I say sarcastically, my boner still in the process of fading.
"Oh you did eh?" He asked, opening his car door, and leaning against is as he looked back at me. "Totally." I said, shaking my head at him as he smirked. "Well remind me to do it again daddy." He said seductively, taking a step towards me as he traced his finger tips over my arm.
Gosh that was hot. I wasn't one for sensual nicknames, but the way the word rolled off his greedy tongue made my boner come back.
"Is that an offer?" I asked, his arms snaking around me as our bodies were pulling together once more. "The windows are tinted." He whispered in my ear, taking a step back towards it, leading me towards the open door.
"Are you sure?" I ask, the concept of having intercourse in the car exciting yet scary.
"Trust me."
That was all it took. With in a moment we slipped into the car, him sitting in the drivers seat as I straddled his waist tightly our lips immediately pressing together as he ran his hands over my back, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I love it when you don't have bounderies." He mumbled, his hands snaking to the front of my jeans and he began to undo them as I moved my lips away from his and pressed kisses over his jaw and neck.
"You broke them." I whispered, nibbling on his skin as I lifted my hips off him slightly and he pulled down my pants and boxers just a little bit past my bum; moaning. "And hid the glue." He said, then made me gasp as he slipped a finger into me and began to slowly thrust it in and out as I tilted my head back and moaned.
"Little Louis likes to be finger no?" He growled in my ear, pressing rough kisses over my exposed neck, slipping in another finger, making me dig my nails into the back of his neck. "Yes..oh..it f-feels..mmm..g-good.." I breathed, groaning as his two slender fingers pumped in and out of me, the feeling new but amazing.
"Such a naughty boy." He tisked, biting down harshly on my neck and sucking as I grinded onto him, getting a painfully hard boner. "Just kiss me." I moaned in a plea, gripping the back of his neck hard as I pressed my lips over his, both of us moaning, both of us touching each other in the small space provided in the car, a space we were begining to shake.
His lips were soft against mine, and his tongue tasted like strawberries as he forced it into my mouth, our tongue wrestling, which caused some saliva to smear around our lips, but as long as it was his I didn't care.
As we frenched kissed hard enough to bruise our lips he pumped faster and harder, making whimpers leave my mouth as he moved his free hand down to his jeans and began to skillfully undo them.
I really couldn't believe we were about to do this.
"I need to get inside you." He moaned inbetween our lips and tongues as he managed to slide his jeans down with out breaking contact. Our bare, warm, hard length's then rubbed together as we both became a mess because of the other. Feeling his lower half against mine was a phonominal feeling at the moment, our bodies so violently touching I started to tremble slightly.
"Louis.." He panted, one of my hands fisting his hair as he pulled his mouth away, making me whimper. "Y-Yes?" I asked, his fingers moving slower now. "I can't take it anymore, ride me." He pleaded, his member dripping in precum, and body hot beneath mine as he looked at me with dark eyes.
"Okay, but I might break your spine." I teased, our sweaty foreheads pressing together. "That's a risk I'm willing to take." He says, his voice low and raspy as he pressed his lips to my throat and dragged his teeth over my delicate skin.
"If you insist." I breath, praying it wouldn't hurt to bad with out the lube, as I raised my hips up, his fingers slipped out, and I lowered my enterance onto his tip. "Ohh.." He moaned, bucking up his hips which caused the tip to enter forceably, and I hissed.
There was a tiny bit of pain, but mostly pleassure.
"Come on Louis!" He shouted, snapping my frozen body into action as I began bouncing up and down slowly, his length drilling into me at an agonizingly slow pace. Finally once my knee's were sore from my repetitive action, he was more then half way in and we were both moaning with pleasure.
"Ahh.." I moaned, begining to sway my hips, grinding down on him hard as our chests pressed together and he wrapped his arms around my mid back while I rode him, his teeth sinking hard into the side of my neck.
Gasping, I slipped my arms under his armpits so I could grip the back of his shoulders, the both of us going at it hard, my breathing sharp, and body pulsing with pleasure. For the next moment or so I bounced up and down, swayed my hips, and did every humanly thing possible to give him the ride of his life as painful pleasure tore through my bum, but I didn't care much.
Then he moaned loudly, dragging his teeth over my neck as he kissed up my throat, under my chin then rested his lips right below my bottom lip. "Close." He heaved, and I nodded in agreement, my movements a bit slower now.
"Same." I breathed in response, my body tensing, and stomach bubbling as I bounced one last time then screamed when his tip hit my prostate and I cummed instantly. "Oh! Louis!" He shouted, throwing his head back against the seat as I felt my bum fill with warmth and my body went limp as I fell foreward onto his chest, the both of us breathing deep.
"N-Not bad." He breaths, rubbing my back as we both rested for a moment. "You think?" I asked, and he nodded before sighing.
"Louis?" He muttered. "Yes Harry?" I muttered back. "I know this a bit of an awkward moment to ask this, but what are we going to do about Carson?" He asked as I laid my head on his shoulder.
"Nothing. Let him have his temper tamtrum." I say. Though his words sent an icy chill down my spine because I knew deep down this was begining to go much deeper and more personal then that. I really just didn't want to encourage or provoke Harry to fight him.
"Okay." He said, then grabbing my hand and placed it on his chest over the tattoo of my name that was across his heart.
"I love you, my heart beats for you. My heart is your token my pure and golden angel." He whispers, kissing my forehead as I fist my hand slightly over his chest, gripping his shirt, butterflies tingling as I sighed slowly.
"Who was I before you?" I asked him, begining to seriously wonder. "A teacher tormenter." Harry teased, shifting under me slightly which caused the both of us to moan softly because he was still in me.
"No!" I huffed.
"I'm a very sexy boy who is mending a broken soul." I correct, kissing his cheek as he blushed softly.
"I don't care if you beat me until I'm black and blue I'd do anything to be with you." He said, laying his head on mine as we relaxed into the awkward yet comfortable position. Two sweaty bodies tangled together.
I then wrap my arms around him the best I could and hugged him tightly, his scent surrounding me. "I rather be your punching bag." I say truthfully, not finding a fiber in me that was willing to strike him no matter how upset he got me.
"I'd never hit you unless it was in a kinky way." Harry mumbles, and we both laugh. "Haven't you said that once before?" I asked, and he shrugs. "Most likely, but it's true. That's the only way I'd ever strike you." He assures, rubbing my arm.
"Well I'd never strike you, period. But I wouldn't mind topping you again." I say, looking up at him with a slight smirk as he playfully smacks me over the head.
"Such a bad boy."
"I believe you've changed me."
He then sighed, his body relaxing into a dreamy state.
"You've changed me into someone better. Someone I only dreamed about being." I then smiled softly and said, "I gave you a second chance."
He then sat up a little straighter with a nod.
"I didn't feel alive until I met you." There is was, the feeling again, getting stronger, an emotion I couldn't put into words. "I think if we ever break up it'd destroy us." I find myself saying, and honestly my words were true. I couldn't imagine life with out Harry at the moment.
"I'd die of heartbreak."
"I wanna die with you."
"I rather die first."
We both then sighed in union and I laughed.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
I squirmed a bit.
"My bum hurts."

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