Recap: "Bedroom?" He asked, and I nodded as we both smiled in perfect union..
-Harry's P.O.V-
Upon him nodding in agreement, our smiles matching perfectly, I wrapped my arms around his waist and lifted him off his feet, pressing my lips to his sweet one's as I walked into the sleeping area of our room.
I couldn't have imagined this promise ring thing going better. I had actually expected him to reject because it came about so soon, but he didn't.
Instead I saw a look flood onto his delicate features I had longed to see from the first time I had inhaled his breath in the mist of our drunken kiss, a look of sincere love. Not puppy love, real love. I knew now he felt the same exact way about me as I felt for him, both of our hearts beating equally strong with pure affection for the other.
The angel loved me, my greatest mission had been accomplished, he really loved me now, and I could only hope it would stay strong and true until I found the right time to get on bended knee.
Smiling against his lips as I ran a hand through his soft messy hair, I allowed myself to fall back on the bed, pulling him down with me, the both of us only in our boxers. Just the little touch of our bare skin was driving me insane, but nearly as much as his lips were.
Moaning softly, I slipped my tongue inbetween his lips and rolled over onto his smaller body, resting my elbows above his shoulders so I could play with his hair. "I live to please you." I mumbled into the kiss, my words true.
I would never want to please anyone ever again the way I pleased Louis. And I didn't just mean sexual wise. "I live for you." My Louis whispered back, pulling his lips away from mine and pressing them to my collar bone softly.
That was the first time I had ever believed those words and heard them.
I fluttered my eyes shut for a momet, enjoying the sensation of his lips on my skin then I gently pulled them away so I could press our foreheads together. I had to tell him, I had to tell him the words that had been eating me alive for awhile.
"I want to wake up to you every morning, to see those beautiful shining blue eyes, hear those perfct words come from your beautiful soft lips. Kiss you. Love you. Everyday. I want family with you someday." I whispered, my lips brushing over his nose as he looked up at me with those innocent doe eyes.
"That's what I said in french." I added, and he bit his lip softly as he smiled. "And here I was thinking it had something to do with crackers." He said, slipping his fingers in my hair as I rolled my eyes and pecked his lips.
"Not at all my love." I say, then sigh slowly as he runs his fingers through my messy hair. "Harry? Would now be a good time to ask about the picture frames again?" He asked, curiousty slipping onto his intelligent features, was it possible for him to look any sweeter?
"The frames are empty because their being saved for something special." I say, no hesitation, not missing a beat. "What?" "For my future family, for the day I'm finally happy, for the year I start to heal." I then brushed my lips over his, his body warm beneath mine.
"I'm going to put a picture of you in one of them." I say softy, grinnning down at him as he grinned back. "Oh Harry." He breaths, his voice sounding like a river of satin as he pressed his lips to mine, and in that moment when I cupped his cheek to kiss him back I truely knew.
I knew he was the one for me. In two month's time I had found the mate to my soul that I've been searching for, for years.
I was the darkened soul that fell hopelessly in love with the pure golden Angel. He was far to perfect for someone like me, yet I don't know what I'd do with out him.
Smiling softly at my thought stream I kissed his sweet, flawless lips; running the tips of my fingers up and down the Angel's back.
I loved his heart beat, it was my favorite song; the only thing I wished I could do was tell the whole world that this perfect boy, with his chest pressed against mine was all mine. That we were completely in love.
That I could see my future with him, but for now he was my own little secret. I wanted to be selfish and lock him away in my heart so only I could have him, but I couldn't. Every little negative thought went away, every bad memory magically disappeared, and if felt like I was seeing my future with him.
Happiness, holding hands, getting married, kids, grandkids! I had never fallen so hard for someone before. I had aways dreamed of falling for an Angel but my Angel was Louis Tomlinson. He had invisible wings, and his heart was oh-so golden.
He had pure innocence, baby blue eyes filled with love, almost always told the truth and his hands gave me comfort and pleasure. I never knew falling in love felt so wonderful, I felt like I was complete, Nothing in the world could bother me, it was just me and him.
Sighing softly into the kiss I stroked his cheek with the pad of my thumb as I kissed him. My heart hurt and I was over-joyed! It hurt because I was now a hundred times more scared of loosing the one thing that makes me happy and keeps me alive.
I was over-joyed because I had found the love of my life who was here in my arms, kissing me. His soft, plump lips, and perfectly crafted body like fine porciline pressed against mine.
-Louis' P.O.V-
I could feel my heart beating fast as my chest pressed against Harry's, my face flushing from how passionate this moment was. He was my dark angel, and I was the one suppose to guide him away from his darkness and into the light.
It was strange to think while our lips meshed and I rested my fingers in his curls; that we had been merely a student and teacher that couldn't stand each other, and now? Nearly three month's later we were so in love it was hard to breath.
I guess at this point we could call ourselves soul mates with an undying passion and need for each other. I admit I felt overwhelmed in the moment but I could feel it.
The passion.
The burn.
The fear.
The dominance.
The protectiveness.
The love.
And I knew now all I wanted was to be with Harry.
I didn't care about anything else in the moment except being secure in his arms, and feeling the smooth surface of his lips against mine; while I ran my hands up and down his body softly, in a loving way.
A caring way.
I was scared of the fact I fell so hard, but I couldn't deny it. Harry and Louis, couldn't think of two names that sounded better together. "I want to make love to you now." I whispered into the kiss, my eyes fluttered shut as our hands roamed, occasionally intersecting.
"Now?" He whispered back, evidently not wanting to break our kiss. "Now." I said, pulling my mouth away from his and peering down at him, my Harry, with an adoring smile. He would be the only one I'd listen to when told to shut up, that was for sure.
"Okay." He sighed, looking up at me with an innocent expression that didn't match his past actions. He was such perfection, like a star in the night. "I love you." I said, kissing his mop of curls, him squirming a bit. "I love you to Loubear." He breathed.
Gosh I wanted to touch this boy.
Then with out another word being said I scooted down him, placing butterfly kisses over his tattooed skin. This wasn't like the first time I had topped, this wasn't like the time we had made love in my apartment, this was the complete opposite of those events.
I didn't feel nervous, or shy, or afraid. I felt confident, happy, and willing to give myself to him in a heart beat. Every little touch, whether it was my lips pressing to his skin, or his fingers raking through my hair, it brought little to large amounts of pleasure.
Sensation of passion would be a good way to put it.
"So handsome." I mumbled, resting my lips below his belly button as I slipped my fingers under the waist band of his shorts and slid them down.
"Yet nothing compared to you." He whispered, resting a hand in my hair as I tossed his boxers aside, then broke contact for the first time in five minutes to peel off my own, not ashamed of him seeing me this time, as I walked over to the bedside table and grabbed the lube Harry had left there from the other night, his head lolling to the side so he could watch me.
"You have such a flawless body, curvy in the right places, skinny in others." He said, biting his lip with a grin as I smeared the lube on myself, hissing softly because it was a little cold. I did believe Harry this time though, I felt secure in my skin now, thanks to him.
Harry on the other hand had nothing about him to be insecure about, he could be a murder for all I cared and I'd find something good about it. "Mine is nothing compared to yours." I grin, climbing back on the bed, slipping inbetween his legs.
"Ready?" I asked, grabbing his thighs, but he squirmed away. "No, I want to try it on my stomach. It'll be easier for you." He said quickly, a small blush appearing on his face as I nodded. "If that's what you want love." I say, giving him a sweet smile as I scooted over to the side of the bed, and he rolled over onto his stomach.
"Sweetheart do you know how to do this position?" He asked, glancing sideways at me with an adorable face. Was it possible for someone to be so intimidating yet precious? "I'll learn." I whisper with the slight nod of my head and I crawled ontop of him, his warm back beneath my stomach and chest.
It took me a moment to figure out how to position myself, but once I did I had to admit I liked this discern of dominence, even though I was smaller, it made me feel importent to. "Ready now?" I whispered in his ear, teasing the skin on his neck with my lips, and he nodded.
"Ready." He breathed, squirming a bit as the tip of my length brushed over his entrance, making my breath hitch with antisipation. I wanted to make love to him so bad I could hardly think straight, all I could concentrate on was the being beneath me that held my heart captive in those over-sized hands.
"Okay curly." I said softly, kissing his head as I thrusted half of my length in with out warning, ending in a chorus of moans from both of our swollen lips, a result of our kiss. "Damn L-Louis." Harry breathed, his body shifting underneath mine as I pushed in further, his hole being a little tight.
"Your sorta tight." I mumble into his hair. "That's because your the first person to top in, I think a year?" He chuckled, another moan leaving his lips as I thrusted again. "I find that hard to believe." I teased, kissing the salty skin behind his neck.
"It's true, I'm not the type to sleep around- Well not anymore." He shrugged, his shoulders a bit longer then the width of my body. "Your silly." I giggled, shifting positions slightly so I could lay my head on his, as if it were a pillow.
"And your precious." He said, a soft sigh then sharp gasp following his words.
We both then fell into a trance of silence, only torn by our frequent moans from pleasure. Continously I thrusted in and out, going fast then slow, pressed kisses over his exposed skin as my fingers tried to keep hold of his thrashing hips.
I was begining to wonder if Harry was more sensitive then me? Finally though after a couple of minutes of this sweet love making, I felt Harry's body tense beneath mine. "I-I'm close." He warned, sharp breaths falling from his lips as my stomach bubbled.
"Me to." I informed, my tired hips moving a little slower now. "F-Fuck Louis!" Harry then screeched, thrashing beneath me as he let out a mix of a moan and scream, grabbed the headboard with a death grip, then released.
"Ah..Harry." I moaned, my sounds being muffled by his mop of curls as my body clenched hard, every ounce of my skin burning, then I let out a soft shriek, one I was proud of, and filled him with warm cum.
"Oh." Harry groaned softly, hissing as I instantly pulled out upon releasing then rolled over next to him, panting. For a long moment we both laid still, breathing deeply as I laid on my back and he on his stomach.
My sweet lover then lifted up an arm for me to slip under, and his pulled me close to his hot sweaty body. "I'm positive your the one." He whispered, pressing his lips to my temple, still managing to stay on his stomach.
Three month's ago I probably would've thrown my desk at him if he said that to me, but now the words made my fast paced heart soar.
"I think maybe, just maybe, your the one to." I whispered back, looking up at his flushed, relaxed, face. I was almost positive he was the one to, but I didn't want to take any chances so I had to choose my words carefully for his safety.
Harry then remained quiet, not saying anything as he gripped me close to his side, just staring at me with those mesmerizing green eyes. What did I do, me, Louis Tomlinson, to deserve a soul like him. He was ten times the person I could ever be, and honestly I found him admirable.
Even with his flaws.
"Thank you Harry." I then find my lips forming. "Thank you for all the beautiful things you do for me." I said, meaning them indefinately. He really did do alot of nice things for me, some over the top, some simple but all equally as sweet.
"Your welcome." He mumbled, a lazy smile placing itself on his lips as he nuzzled his face into my hair with a sigh. We both were then quiet once more.
We seemed to have alot of moments like this, where both of us were in comfortable silence, silence that was sometimes welcomed, other times not so much. It felt nice though just to have him hold me close, his larger body nearly swallowing my own.
I believe the last time I checked that he was about six foot two, and I five seven. If you looked at this relationship literally, I was most definate the girl. Not that I'd ever admit that. Harry's ragged sigh then vibrated on my head as he pulled back.
"Louis." He whined, and I looked up at the giant. "Yes?" I asked. "I'm hungry." "Hi hun-" "Don't you dare!" He warned, pinching my cheek as he sat up. "C'mon, we can wrap the sheet around ourselves." He said, slipping off the bed, having no shame in his bare skin, and he peeled off the sheet from the other bed.
"Did you make food to?" I asked hopefully, and he nodded. "Yes, though I wasn't sure what was your favorite so I just chose one of my favorite recipies." He shrugged, wrapping the sheet around himself and holding out an arm for me so we both could concoon ourselves together.
"Pizza. Pizza is my favorite food." I informed, standing up, stretching, then running under his arm so he could wrap the other half of the sheet around my shoulders. "Great choice. I use to love making that in cooking school." He chuckled, walking out of the room slowly in order not to trip me.
"Cooking school eh?" I asked, a bit surprised actually because Harry didn't seem like the type of guy to sit behind a stove cooking. Then again that would explain why the few breakfest's he made me were scrumptious.
"Yup! I went for a year when I was seventeen, it was definately worth it." He states proudly, a grin on his face as he looks down at me, then releases a soft breath. "Je t'aime Louis." He said, peering down at me, lifting up the sheet and his arm slightly to do so.
The first time he said that it made no sense, but now after some brief research and him telling me, I knew it meant 'I love you' in French.
"I love you more." I say, grinning as he pecked my lips. "You are the light of my life, and I love you way more." He said, a small smirk appearing on his face as I laughed. "Challenge excepted." I say, both of us passing the connecting room with the balcony, causing a memory of one of our moments there to cross my mind.
"Are you scared of the thought of one of us dying?" I asked, biting my lip as his grip tightened on me. "I'm never going to be prepared to be with out you. I'm beyond terrified." He whispered, a look of true fear crossing his face the instant we both stopped near the kitchen area.
Then feeling a pang of soft guilt for asking the question, and another pang at the thought of loosing Harry I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.
"I love you, and if I ever leave I'll take you with me. But you have to promise to take me with you. Then that way neither of us will be alone." I suggested, looking up at him as he hugged me back, causing the sheets to wrap around our interlocked bodies tightly.
"I'll take you every step I take. I want a family with you Louis Tomlinson, the one I never got. I'm gonna take you everywhere. I want you in my life, one way or another. A day with out you is like holding your breath for twenty-four hours; Impossible. Impossible to live." He whispered, resting his chin on my head.
Then and there I knew I was just as, maybe a little less, afraid of loosing him, as he was of loosing me. "I don't want to loose you." I admit, my words being more me just thinking aloud. "I can never be with out, your apart of me now." He states, a bit of a possessive stance in his tone, but it was sweet.
"Want me to get a super glue gun to assure that?" I chuckled, and Harry pulled back. "Actually I have one right here." He says, and then I noticed how beautiful the kitchen area was decorated.
Harry had draped a white table cloth over the table, spreading out a large plate of pasta that had chicken pieces spread over it, and the champagne glasses were filled with crisp red wine. In the center of the table he had placed the remaining roses from his flower petal stunt in a vase, and two candle gleamed in the dark on each side of it.
"Harry this-" I started, but was cut off when Harry pulled me in then literally grabbed a glue gun off the counter. "Here it is!" He says, blowing on it then placing it near my arm, but I jumped away before he could burn me with it.
"Harry no!" I yelped, and he laughed. "Only kidding my love, it's an icing gun." He informed, placing it down on the counter and kissing my cheek as I gave him a playful shove with pounding pulse. "Not funny Romeo, I should dump your arse." I grumbled, and he pouted.
"Can we at least eat dinner first?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes with a smile as I nodded. "Yes, but there's only one chair? Where will you sit?" I asked, my tone cheeky as he raised one of his perfect eyebrows.
"Well my original plan was to have you sit on my lap, but after your cheeky comment it'll be the other way around." He huffs, dragging me gently over to the chair as I pouted this time. "But Harry!" I whined, both of us stopping next to the chair.
"But Harry what?" He asked, and I smiled sneakily.
"Your to big."
"Am not."
"Are to!"
"To bad."
He then guided my bum over to the chair, giving it a push so it landed in the chair, then he plopped down on my lap. "Am not." He says proudly, even though he had to grip the table to keep himself from falling off my lap.
"Very cute, but now how will you eat with only one hand?" I remarked, picking up the fork and grabbing a large bite to stuff in my mouth. The food was surprisingly delicious, and warm.
"I'll let you eat a bit then you can feed me." He giggled, giving me a cupcake face, which earned him a noodle to the face from my second bite of food.
I wasn't really to hungry at that moment, I had a big breakfest that morning, and was sleep deprived.
Usually when I was tired I found no interest in eating. I still ate though, because it was delicious.
As I downed Harry's delicious dinner, occasionally sipping on the sweet wine, Harry watched me with an expression of adoration. This was another one of those moment, one of sweet comfortable silence.
Finally though when I had enough to settle the demon's in my stomach, I grabbed the other fork, and scooped up a bite for my silent Harry. "Say ah." I cooed, holding up the fork, and he laughed as he opened his mouth and I popped a bite in, then another, and another.
The both of us making a mess, and laughing.
"Your a really good cook, that must've been an amazing school." I complimented, and he nodded in agreement. "It was. Definately worth it. I got some pretty cool cooking jobs once I graduated." He said, then sighed as he swallowed another small mouthful I had fed him.
"At my wedding, I had always dreamed of sitting in their lap as we fed one another our wedding cake." He says, a dreamy expression sketching on his face, and I placed down the fork to hold his waist with both hands.
"That's cute actually." I admit, smiling as I sat back in the chair. "I've always dreamed of having my wedding on a snowy day. Wouldn't that be beautiful? Snow decorating everything, everyone dressed in fablous blue's, and the purest whites?" I asked, looking at him for approval and he nodded.
"Me throwing a snowball in your face as children built snowman." He said, smirking at me as I smacked him over the head playfully. "And me shoving cake in your face." I shrugged, earning a smack over my head this time.
"Don't," He warned, tracing his index finger over my chest and stomach as I gave him an innocent shrug. We both then became silent again before Harry broke it. "What kind of names would you name your babies?" He asked, and I shrugged.
"I would love to name one of sons my middle name, William." I say, and he nods. "Scarlette or Sapphire. That's what I'd name my little girl." He sighs, nuzzling his face into my shoulder, and pressing kisses to my neck.
"Harry!" I whined, pushing his head away and he smiled. ''I love you." "I love you to." I say. He then yawns, slidding off my lap and standing up.
"C'mon." He said, pulling me off the chair and picking me up bridal style so he could kiss my cheek and carry me out of the room.
"Where are we going?" I asked, laying my head on his shoulder with out the slightest protest.
"Bed."

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