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Clarity

61.

The next morning when I woke up I was in an exceptionally good mood. My body felt like it was floating on a cloud, and I couldn't seem to stop smiling.
When I had found the inspiration to get out of bed I quickly got dressed for the day then fed Ireland the last of the dog kibble I had before securing him in the bathroom as I did last night.
After I had left my apartment I went into the offices downstairs to discuss me moving out that day, and was given an okay that filled me with relief.
Once I had finished my buisness with paper work, and such that was required for leaving my residence there, I decided to go get Harry a present prior to going to class.
I must've spent nearly an hour in the small outlet mall by the school, attempting to find the perfect gift to give him, but had trouble because I didn't exactly know what to buy my boyfriend that wouldn't make me bankrupt.
Finally I had to suck up my pride and ask one of the female workers there what she thought would be a suitable gift for a partner, and she suggested a piece of jewlary or a stuffed animal.
Which that suggestion being said I had decided what to get Harry, but was informed one of my gifts would take a couple of days to be completed, so I just put the second gift on hold so I could buy them and give them to Harry on the same day.
When I walked out of the mall I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel proud and excited at the fact I had a 'just because' present to give my curly haired lad. Normally it was Harry who got me the present's, and wrote me the songs but this time around I felt obliged to get him something nice.
At least I hoped my present was nice. Once I had finished my commitment's that I morning, I saw it was time to make my ways to class. The rest of the morning had seemed to go by in a boring blur.
Even though I enjoyed my classes greatly, I found no true amusement in them with out Harry.
As each hour dragged by, getting me closer and closer to my lover, I felt my body bubble with excitement. Soon my morning classes were over, and done with so I had to go home for an hour and half prior to going to Harry's class.
When I got home the first thing I did was feed Ireland the puppy chow I had picked up at the Pet Store on the way home, then began to dig out any empty containers I could find to pack up my stuff, which luckily wasn't much.
Eventually I had found enough containers, and boxes to pack away my stuff to my contentment so I decided to bring Ireland out into the living to play with him, even though it was cut time off my time to pack.
Finally the time had come for me to go to my History class, and see my precious Harry. Now twenty minutes later I was walking down the hall in the direction of my desired desination, pushing through the over-capacity of students that were trying to get themselves to class on time as well.
They really should expand these halls to make more room. When I walked into the classroom it was already buzzing with life, everyone gathered in their cliche's, and Marcus waiting for me near the doorway.
"Hey man!" He called out, once I was fully in the classroom and had shut the door behind me. "Hey Marcus, heard you were sick?" I asked, sneaking a quick glance at Harry who was messing around with a pile of papers, and sucking on one of those lolli's of his.
I think that lollipop song was written for him. "Yeah, had some kind of stomach thing." Marcus informed, his eyes drifted over to Harry as well which made me divert my attention back to Marcus to avoid suspicion.
"Do you feel better now or should I stay five feet away?" I asked, and he laughed smacking me over the head. "You can get as close as you want, I'm fine." He assured, me responding with a nod as we then parted ways to our seats.
Once I had weaved my way down the aisle of desks, I took my seat in mine, and rested my back pack on the desk as I sat back in the moment of Harry walking around his desk to stand in front of the class.
"Alright everyone! Listen up!" He called out, placing those beautiful fingers of his in his mouth to whistle and gain everyone's attention.
"Good. Now, I have a quick announcement. Before we go on our class trip I have put together a short quiz on Shakespere, and Romeo and Juliet. When this test is completed you will be finished with this unit and we will move onto one about America or Japan or something." Harry informed, waving his hand around at the last part.
At his announcement everyone groaned, muttering sounds of protests, but I stayed quiet because I was to busy looking at Harry with a dreamy school girl expression.
Today he was wearing a white dress shirt with black pants, and had his glasses perched on the tip of his nose.
He looked handsome.
Oh so handsome.
After the conclusion of his announcement Harry then began to hand out the tests, having a student aid him that he chose by random. When he walked by my desk to give me my test, he lingered a moment longer, just long enough to smile at me with a wink though before moving on.
It was so cute how Harry would attempt to sneak in secret doses of affection in the mist of class, then again it was a bit unnerving because we had some smart kids in here that might pick up on the drastic change in his demeanor towards me.
I knew there had been a few times where I had made it a little to obvious there was something going on by giving him longer looks then nessicary, but considering most of the kids ignored me in class now I doubt they took all that much notice.
Though Carson might've been a totally different story since he knew. Speaking of Carson he was also here today. It seemed as if his anger had died down towards me, for he blantly ignored me, but I could still sense a different type of tension.
"Alright everyone you may begin, but hurry because we to spilt in an hour." Harry called out, twirling the lollipop between his lips as he sat down and placed his feet up on the desk something that appeared to be a new habit. I then flipped open my test, and picked up my pencil so I could began.
At first I was fully focused, breezing through the questions with no sweat, but then my concentration drifted to the wrong object, and my focus was completely diverted to Harry who was humming 'Look After You', the sound circulating the quiet room like a lullaby.
Upon hearing him hum it I couldn't help but smile pridefully because that meant one of my little special things I had done for him left an imprint.
Harry's wondering eye must've then noticed my eyes lingering on him, because a smirk slipped onto his face as he started doing what I liked to call the lollipop tease. Of course though he made it look completely innocent.
Which was a wonder, because of the way he was making a blow job intendo with it was everything but innocent.
At his actions I then had to force my eyes back to my unfinished test to prevent any chances of a boner from hell springing up, because I just wasn't ready for that right now.
Biting my lip harshly I forced my mind to stay focus on my current work at hand, but in less then a moment my focus was shattered when my phone buzzed in my pocket, and I noted Harry had his phone out now.
Curious of the fact he might've sent me a text, I slipped out my phone, using some sneaky manuvers to get it on my desk, and I pulled up the text message.
'Mr. Tomlinson your taking a test, you should keep your eyes on your paper! ;) ~Your Sexy Mr. Styles xXXx'
At that I scoffed slightly, looking up at my smirking idiot, and shaking my head as I turned off my phone and slid it back into my pocket so I could mantain my ever so altering focus.
At that he nodded, biting down on his sucker, and chewing it with a various set of crunches as he rose to his feet and clapped his hands.
"Alright everyone! Times up! Stop where you are, and turn it in!" Harry called out the instant I circled the answer to the last question, and I flipped my test shut before passing it up. Then as Harry gathered all the tests he made another request of the class.
"While I gather up your tests line up at the door, because I'm sure the buses are gonna be here any moment." Harry informed. With that the whole class then jumped up, latching onto their friends, and dashing for a good place in mind.
As for me I lingered back until everone had gathered into a messy line, then I wondered over to Marcus who instantly draped an arm around my shoulders as he pulled me into the mess of students with him.
"So has anything changed between you and Carson? I saw him eyeing you at the party." Marcus says, nodding towards Carson who was of course with the druggies, and giving us a nasty glare.
At that I had to take a sharp breath as I glanced at Harry to ease the lingering stress prior to answering Marcus' question.
"No. We're still not friends, and he's still ignoring me." I sighed, biting my lip softly as I looked down, and Marcus made a pouty face before tightening his grip around me and rubbing my arm.
"Hey chin up little guy, it's his loss not your's. Carson is a douchebag anyways, it's probably for the best." Carson assured, and I looked up at him with a half smile. "But then who will be my punching bag?" I said, my voice nearly a whine, and Marcus smirked.
"I can be if you don't hit to hard." He said, and I made no hesitation to playfully punch him in the stomach, which made him yelp in fake pain.
"Oh I see how it is." He huffed, smacking me playfully over the head, then with in a moment we were both play fighting the best we could with out annoying everyone else in line with it.
During me and Marcus practically having a wrestling match, I caught Harry glaring at us with the corner of my eye, and couldn't help but laugh to myself. That glare made it obvious to the naked eye Harry was jealous, though that sorta surprised me because Marcus was far from a threat.
That guy was a bigger ladies man then Carson, though he didn't sleep with any of the girls, just took them to dinner, and deleted their number afterwards if he didn't see them as a keeper. "Alright everyone!
Please start heading outside, the buses are waiting." Harry called out, a bit of frustration evident in his tone, but I wasn't exactly sure if it was from his sprout of jealousy or whatever he had been doing during the test that made him do all the frustrated movements.
Gosh he was cute though. Then with that being said everyone burst into excited chatter as the line began moving out the door, all the students not going on the trip packing up so they could go home early as Harry had promised in some point of our class hour yesterday.
That gave me the impression this play was indeed going to be longer then our class period. "Are you pumped to see Romeo and Juliet?" Marcus asked, our banter being put to rest now as he let an arm hang around my neck, and shrugged.
"So, so. I'm more interested in going home, but felt it would be wrong to pass up this trip." I said, licking my lips.
In frank honesty I was being truthful about rather going home so I could pack my things, and move in with Harry, but I wanted an excuse to spend more time with him, and Marcus since he was here today.
There would be no point in moving in before Harry got home, and anyways I didn't want Gemma to jump at the oppertunity to ask to do anything.
I knew she wouldn't dare ask in Harry's presence.
"Well said." Marcus said, nodding in approval as everyone began to push through the glass doors that led outside to the chilly parking lot, where two giant buses were waiting, a soft hum coming from their engines.
"Are you gonna sit with me?" Marcus asked, and I nodded eagerly about to open my mouth to say something, but Harry cut me off by clearing his throat.
"Actually Marcus Mr. Tomlinson will be riding with me in the limo, I don't want to risk him causing any choas." Harry said, appearing behind us, and we both turned to look at him. Instantly a look of disappointment crossed Marcus' face, but he nodded.
"Yes sir." He said, and Harry gave him a sharp nod before looking at me with a slightly softer expression. "C'mon Louis." He said, his voice still firm, but I could sense the smile brewing behind his pinched lips.
"Okay master." I grumbled, trying to keep my expression amused, but I felt my stomach bubble with excitement at the fact Harry had found an excuse to have me ride with him. At that Marcus snickered, a soft one then leaned in to place his lips near my ear.
"Don't get him to mad or might throw you over the highway." He whispered, and I laughed as I batted his face away. "I'll make sure I don't." I said, ignoring Harry's suspicious, accusing stare. "Good." Marcus said, waving at me and Harry before getting on the bus.
"A limo Harry?" I then asked in the moment the bus doors had closed behind Marcus, and Harry's gruff expression loosened up.
"Yes Louis a limo. I was going to rent one for everyone to ride, but had to cancel my order when I saw it would take over ten limo's to transport everyone." He informed, nodding for me to follow him to the black limo a little ways off.
"So why keep that one?" I asked, and he smirked. "Well I needed somewhere private to be with my Louis no?" He said, a smirk playing on his lips as we both stopped at the limo, and he opened my door for me.
"I guess it was worth skipping out on time with Marcus then." I teased, and Harry scrunched up his nose. "I better get a kiss for that Mr. Tomlinson." He said as he watched me slid in and get cozy in the seat.
The limo was much nicer on the inside then it had been on the outside. The seats were plush and comfortable, and there was a divider between us and the driver meaning he couldn't see us and we couldn't see him.
"You aren't jealous of Marcus are you?" I asked, the humor obvious in my tone as Harry slid in, shutting the door behind him, and he crawled onto my lap in the moment of fixing his glasses.
"Maybe a little." He admitted softly, tracing his index finger over my chest as he looked up at me through his glasses. "I think you are." I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his waist to hold him securely, and he smirked with the roll of his hips.
A cheeky move that made my groin react less then a moment later.
"I'm always jealous when someone is with you. I just want to lock you away in my heart then no one can have my little secret." He sighed, tilting his head back so he could peck my lips. "But that's selfish." I then smiled at him, fisting his shirt and kissing the tip of his nose.
"I think it's kinda cute actually." I admitted, finding it indeed adorable when Harry got jealous of stupid things.
For a moment Harry was quiet, a serious look crossing his face as he sat up on my lap and pulled off his glasses to clean them. "Not really. I'm not one you should make jealous." He said in a dry tone as I pressed my lips to his soft cheek and left scattered kisses over it while gripping his waist.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Depends."
Harry then laid his head back down on my chest as he let his legs stretch out onto the seat, only his bum resting in my lap now. "On what?" I asked, resting my chin on his head.
"Sometimes I'm really jealous of certain people, then of others not so much." He informed, pressing his lips to my jawline, leaving soft kisses, and I laughed as I pushed his head away and nuzzled my face into his hair.
"So lets say Carson pulled a move, what would you do?" I asked, believing that to be a good example. At the mention of my late friend's name, Harry's body tensed, and that alone was enough to tell me his reaction wouldn't be a pleasent one.
"I would talk to him if I was in a good mood, but if it was one of my bad days I'd probably scream at him and slap him; then fuck you all night long telling you that your mine." He said, pressing his lips to the fading love bite on my throat from last night, an action that made me moan softly.
"Works for me." I said, taking a deep breath, and Harry smirked against my skin as he rolled his hips again and ran a finger over my chest. "I love your marks, what do you say when people ask about them?" Harry asked, and I grabbed his finger before pressing a soft kiss to it.
"They don't ask. Carson already know's, Shailene doesn't seem to ever notice, and as for everyone else they don't care. I do manage to hide most of them with my hair and shirt collar though." I informed, and a lazy grin then appeared on Harry's face.
"Did you get my picture last night?" The cheeky arse asked, rolling his hips again, and slipped a hand under my shirt to run his cool fingers over my warm chest and stomach. "That was so unfair." I said, biting my lip hard as my chest rose and fell beneath his hand.
"Did you like it at least?" He asked, moving his free hand down to my jeans and toying with the zipper. "Why do you think it was unfair?" I asked, and Harry merely smirked in response as he began to undo my jeans, and I felt a small surge of panick jolt through me.
"Harry no! Not now! The driver, and we're in the-" I started to protest, but Harry covered my mouth. "The divder is sound proof, and no one can see us unless they open the door." He assured, then pulled his hand away from my mouth to finish undoing my jeans.
"Damn I'm glad you liked that picture." He growled, then grabbed the waistband of my jeans with his teeth and pulled them down to my ankles prior to doing the same with my boxers making me shudder.
"Harry not now.." I begged, feeling another shudder stutter through me from the cool air hitting my bare, rising member.
"Louis you shoud know I have selective hearing and I chose not to do what you say." Harry said, his voice low and raspy as he bushed his glasses up to the top of his nose, then took my tip in his mouth making me gasp and caw at the seat when he sucked harshly.
"Screw you.." I moaned, feeling my boner become more profound now as I dug my nails into the seat, and tilted my head back. Harry sucked on my tip for a moment, pinning down my hips with those monster man hands of his to prevent me from bucking up my length.
At his movements I moaned softly, squirming in his grasped as I allowed my nails to tear into the seat, but then he stopped.
Full on pulled his lips away and adjusted his glasses stop.
"Now that can wait until we get home." He said, then licked my tip a lollipop which made me buck my hips as I squeezed my eyes shut.
Tease.
"Fuck I wish they had lollipop's that tasted like you." He breathed, his hot breath teasing my tip and making me whimper as need began to burn in my stomach. "I bet you do, but I'm limited edition." I said, my throat tight from desire as I dug my nails further into the seat.
At that Harry scoffed, pulling off his glasses and placing them on the floor before he grabbed my thighs.
"Maybe I should get a dosage then why I can." He growled, taking half of me in his mouth with in a moment, and my breathing went unsteady as he began to suck hard.
"Mmm.." I moaned, the pleasure amazing, but I felt the urdge to contain my sounds of enjoyment for fear the driver was listening in.
Using the sound of my moan as encouragment; Harry gripped the insides of my thighs hard, swirling his tongue over the tip which nearly made me cum from how good it felt. I was going to have to blow him later to return this favor, because what Harry was doing right now was so unfair.
Then again very fair.
Harry then nibbled on my tip, making a shriek nearly escape my moist lips, but I contained. Seeing my near reaction to his action, Harry then took my half my length in his mouth once more and began to bob his head fast, causing the pleasure to increase.
"Harry..Harry..Harry.." I moaned repeatedly, my eyes squeezing shut as I clawed at the seat. Then Harry slid his mouth up and down while gripping my balls which sent my body into a flurry of undescripable pleasure.
I was probaby so sensitive to his doing being I was still new at the sex thing.
Feeling my stomach start to bubble, I desparately needed something to cling onto in my last moments of keeping it together, so as Harry held my smaller body in place, I sat half way up, and grabbed a handful of those overgrown curls of his before tugging harshly.
My soft moans, and occasional whimpers then increased as Harry deep throat me, my tip hitting the back of his throat hard which made him gag.
I felt bad for making him gag, but not bad enough to pull away when I was so close to an orgasm, one that didn't come until Harry starting toying and squeezing with my balls, and I threw back my head fast, almost fast enough to give myself whiplash.
"Harry!" I shouted, my boy jerking and twitching as I then filled that cheeky little mouth of his with cum. For a moment Harry sucked lightly on my length, swallowing repeatedly to get all the cum down, expertly not allowing a drop to escape.
Then once all evidence of my high was non-existent he pulled away, and my body crumbled down onto the disturbed leather of the seat. "That should hold you off for now." Harry said, licking his lips as I nodded with a shaky breath.
"Your a bad boy." I breathed, my breathing deep, and full of pants. At that Harry winked as he started to pull my boxers back up. "The kind daddy's warn their kids about." He teased, and I laughed softly as I arched my hips for him to slid my boxers the rest of the way up.
"Well the kind they warn their girls about in most senerios." I said, and Harry chuckled as he worked on pulling my jeans back up, making them look as if they had never been removed.
Once he had gotten my clothes back on he kissed both my cheeks before swooping down and snatching my glasses off the floor. I watched him for a moment, half a soft smile present on my face then I sighed as I gestured for Harry to come closer to me.
"Yes my little Louis?" He asked, leaning down, and I wrapped my arms around his neck before he could pull away, and I kissed him in a sweet embrace of our lips.
Harry instanty returned the kiss as I sat up so we were sitting side by side, but that wasn't good enough for Harry because those slender fingers of his slid through my belt loops, and pulled me closer.
In the moment of him doing that, I nipped at his bottom lip softly, tasting remains of my orgasm on his mouth, and I had to say I didn't taste to bad.
Harry then wrapped his arms around my waist, dragging me onto his lap, a gesture that made me smile as I put my legs on either side of him, and pulled his lower half into a straddle. "So soft." I whispered in reference to his lips, and glided my tongue over his bottom one.
Yet sadly, I never gained entrance to one of my favorite tastes, because the driver announced over the speakers that we were here. At that I sighed slowly, knowing I needed to pull away now or this would go to far, and might lead to us being discovered.
"Please don't stop Louis." Harry begged, wrapping his arms around my waist, and holding me in place tightly. "You'll have me all to yourself with in a couple of hours." I promised, kissing his forehead, then squirming in his grip, one he released with a sigh.
''Alright my love, but I hope you'll stick to that arrangement." He said, tapping the tip of my nose, before we finally detatched from each other for the first time in fifteen minutes.
Once I was settled properly in my seat I fixed my hair by combing my fingers through it, and adjust my distraut clothing in preperation to be rejoined with my class mates.
As I did this Harry adjusted his attire as he licked his swollen lips from blowing and kissing me, then as he finished his task of adjusting his appearance he grabbed my arm gently.
"I'll be in my music room most of the day while you bring your things over, so in case I don't get to see you after the play you'll know where to find me when you come home." He said, kissing my forehead prior to kicking open his door and stepping out where everyone was piling off the buses and gathering around.
From what I saw, based on the crowd, I would dare to say only half of our class decided to make the trip, the others took advantage of getting to go home early.
Gosh I was happy I didn't do the same, only I hope Ireland was okay. "C'mon everyone! Single file!" Harry shouted, waving around a clip board he had magically pulled out of no where, a fact that made me laugh.
Everyone then began to stumble around to make a lopsided line as I weaved my way over to Marcus and smack him over the head. "Hello!" I shouted, and he gave me a playful shoved. "There you are Tommo." He said, pulling me into the line next to him.
With in a moment me and Marcus had lasped back into our activity of goofing around, and by goofing around I mean shoving each other back and forth while insulting each other. That's how guys play.
While the two of us continued in our banter, still managing to keep up with the line, Harry held open the door of theater while chewing his lip, his eyes flickering over to the both of us every now and then. I could tell just from the small sneak peeks I took at him, I was going to be riding home on the Harry express.
Then when it was our turn to walk through the door, I decided to tease Harry so as we were passing by I jumped onto Marcus' back, and stuck my tongue out at my curly haired lover which made his features lower into a pouty face.
Of course though I couldn't look at him to long because Marcus stumbled a bit and nearly dropped me which made my attention snap back to him so I could scold him for nearly killing us, to which he responded he barely worked out, and wasn't fully equipt to give me a proper piggy back ride.
That was one difference between Harry and Marcus.
Once we were inside my thoughts of comparison's between Harry and Marcus were drowned out as the room buzzed with chatter, everyone climbing over each other to get into a good seat, some not really caring where they sat, but many took full advantage of any oppetunity to sit with their mates.
It took me and Marcus a bit to find two empty seats next to each other, but when we did I was pleased to see they were next to Harry.
Thank you fate, a cookie for you.
"Looks like we have to sit next to Styles." Marcus sighed, squatting down so I could slide off his back as I forced a look of digust that was poorly portrayed.
"Yeah, but at least we can sit together." I said, shrugging as Harry warned any student that passed by him to behave or there would be consequences.
"We're just going to sit here." Marcus informed Harry, scooting past his knee's to take a seat, which left the only open seat next to Harry, a fact that made him grin to himself.
A grin I knew was for me.
"To bad. I should've brought some dis-infectant." I said curtly, plopping down next to Harry, but I could tell by the look he gave me he knew I was just as pleased to sit by him as he was to sit next to me.
The lights in the room then dimmed, making the vicinity pitch black as the curtains fell open, and the little guy who did that long opening monologue about the feud and stuff stepped out.
During the opening speech I was bored, but then when the good stuff start I began to get really into it, loving the effect, and how well the actors portrayed the characters.
Somewhere in the mist of the party scene when Romeo confessed his love for his dear Juliet, I couldn't resist but place a hand over Harry's knee, a gesture that was invisible in the dark drape around the audience.
At my action Harry smiled, placing his hand over mine in which I responded by giving his knee a light squeeze. At this point I could safely say I was pleased to be next to Harry.
As Harry rested his hand over mine, he used his free hand to scribble down notes on a blank sheet that was attatched to his clipboard, yet with in a few minutes though I noticed in the dim light from the stage lights that Harry wasn't writing notes, but sketching a picture.
"Juliet sounds desparate." Marcus then whispered, his words in reference to Juliet out on the balcony, calling for her Romeo in beautiful Shakesperian languge, that added some kind of beauty to the story I couldn't seem to describe.
I did laugh though, recluently agreeing with Marcus statement by the nod of my head, but I felt obliged to defend Juliet.
"People do crazy things when there in love." I whispered back, and at that I caught Harry smile softly from the corner of my eye as he intertwined our fingers. It was true though, I had done some pretty crazy things since I got with Harry, one of the craziest being my deal with Gemma.
Swallowing thickly at my guilt from those upsetting thoughts, I shifted my attention back to the scene unfolding.
I then heard the soft crunch sound of Harry tearing out the paper from his clipboard and folding it into a neat little square, prior to wriggling his hand between us and slipping it in my pocket as I faught the urdge to giggle.
Harry turned me into such a school girl at times.
After his hand had slid back into his lap the marriage scene started, and as I listened to Romeo and Juliet exchanged passionate vows I couldn't help but look at Harry as he watched them with a dreamy smile on his face.
He looked so precious as he watched, I almost pulled out my phone to snap a picture, but knew I'd get in trouble so I contained my desire.
"And I proclaim thee Romeo Montegue, and Juliet Capulet husband and wife through the ceremony of holy matremony." The priest then said in the moment of the two actors rising to their feet and sharing an embrace.
At that Harry's thumb began to move over my hand, and we both couldn't resist sneaking a glance at each other before I looked down at my promise ring as Harry's thumb brushed over it, him glancing down at it as well.
Then the show took it's death grip of a twist into the dramatic parts that had me sitting up straight in my seat the whole time as everyone's interest was finally captured. In the mist of one of the sword fights, Harry lifted up my hand and pressed it to his cheek, an action that went completely unoticed in the dark, and I began to brush my thumb over the soft surface of his skin, occasionally brushing over some stubble he had missed in his morning shave.
For the next ten minutes or so we both relaxed into the position, enjoying the show greatly, but I couldn't help but grip his cheek a bit as Romeo got exhiled for killing Tibault. I couldn't imagine Harry being sent away from me because he killed someone, it woud ruin me.
I could almost feel Juliet's pain as she laid there crying on her bed, the nurse maid desparatey trying to comfort her in vain.
As the play went deeper into the depressing parts, I could hear Harry's breathing deepen, and saw unshed tears glisten in his eyes as the reflection from the stage lights caught them.
He then grabbed my hand, peeling it off his cheek and placing it in his lap so he could fiddle with my fingers to control his emotions. My boyfriend was a sap. Then finally the ever so famous death scene came about, one that made my throat tighten with emotion as I pictured me and Harry in that situation.
Harry believing I was dead so he took his own life in despair, then me discovering his cold body next to mine when I opened my eyes, so I took my own life as well not being able to live with myself.
With those thoughts passing by I couldn't help but pull his hand into my lap and craddling it as my mind zoned out from the last few minutes of the play and focused on Harry as his face portrayed the emotions from seeing the story unfold, all of them being far better then the actors upon the stage.
Then finally the actors took the stage to take their final bow, and I had to recluently detatch myself from Harry as the lights flickered on and everyone rose to their feet to appauld the performance.
Harry then wiped at his watery eyes prior to standing up and stetching as he slipped his fingers in his mouth and whistled to get everyone's attention.
"Alright! Everyone back to the buses!" He shouted, and the quiet room burst to life a fury of chatter as everyone began to crowd their ways towards the door, a couple of girls dabbing at their smeared mascara from shedding tears.
Girls.
Once everyone had piled out of the theater, and outside to the parking lot where the buses were waiting, Harry informed us all we would be going back to the school now, and everyone could go home which earned a couple of excited cheers from people who obviously regretted going on the trip.
I can safely say I didn't regret, actually quite frankly I felt a deeper emotional connection to the story, more then I had ever felt towards a theatrical piece of literature before.
"C'mon everyone! Load up!" Harry called, rounding everyone up like a bunch of cattle while me and Marcus took our time heading towards the buses.
"You know that was actually pretty good, there were alot of good looking preformers in the show." Marcus commented, and I nodded in agreement as I brushed a hand through my hair. "Mr. Tomlinson you'll be riding with me again!" Harry called out upon taking notice of me and Marcus.
"Awww!" Marcus whined, disappointment crossing his face again. I did almost want to argue with Harry to please my friend, but my fingers were twitching so bad to touch him right now I couldn't resist the temptation to get in the back of that limo with him again.
"Don't worry, I'll make his life miserable for abandoning you on the bus." I assured my raven haired friend, and Marcus pouted as we both waved goodbye to each and he climbed onto the bus as I made my way over to the limo, waiting for Harry who was stil rounding everyone up.
Once that task was finished and the doors of the buses had closed Harry wondered over to me. "Yet again your with me Mr. Tomlinson." Harry said, opening the door of the limo for me as I shot him a fake dirty look.
"Oh lovely, stuck with the likes of you!" I said, all for show as I climbed into the limo. "Watch it Tomlinson." Harry said, a perfect sneer visible on his face as he climbed into the long car as well.
Then as soon as he had shut the limo door behind him Harry dove foreward and grabbed my upper arms in a tight hold before smashing his lips onto mine, his force so strong I fell back against the other door of the limo while moving my arms out of Harry's grip and wrapping them around his neck.
Upon those actions being done, Harry straddled my waist tighty, trapping my body beneath as he forced his tongue into my mouth in an agressive matter, one I was greatly enjoying as I gripped his bum, and earned a gasp that made his breath mix with mine.
"Damn Louis.." He mumbled inbetween our lips, begining to grind his already hard groin into mine as he took my tongue inbetween his teeth and begin to suck on it hard enough to bruise.
As he carried out of these pleasureable actions, I kneeded his bum inbetween my fingers, a task that was difficult because he was dressed, but never the less fun for Harry had a reaction every time I gripped it.
It wasn't until I tried to steal dominence by slipping my tongue out his teeth that Harry pulled his mouth away, and pressed his forehead to mine so he could catch his breath.
"I'm in love with you Louis, and I'm not in the buisness of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm madly, truely, deeply in love with you, and I know love is just a shout into the void, and oblivation inviteble, and that we're all doomed, and that there will come a day when our labour has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, but with that being being said I will always be in love with you no matter what! Nothing can change that."
He whispered, pressing his lips over my face at each 'and'. I then couldn't help but sigh happily at that as I rested my hands on the back of his neck.
"It seems to me that you stun me to silence with your sweet words each day, because I never seem to have the proper words to reply with. Yet as I've said before I love you dearly, and hold you so close to my heart that I can't seem to put my feelings into the proper expression. All I can say is, I love you. Forever and always in the simplest way I can. I only wish I had more to offer in return to your deeds, for you do so much for me I can't seem to keep up."
At that Harry smiled, brushing his lips softly over mine.
"That's all I need to hear." He said, and I caught his bottom lip inbetween my teeth before biting down on it softly.
"And that's probably all you'll ever hear; how I love you in the simplest way."
"That's all I'll ever need." Harry assures, moaning softly as he rolled his hips into mine. "Good." I stated before covering his mouth with mine once more in a sweet embrace.
We then kissed for bit, not as agressively as a moment ago, but in a sweet passive way that kept our breathing steady.
During our gentle osculate Harry found little ways to touch me that were gentle, but showed signs that he wished to go much further then we both knew we could in the backseat of this car.
Finally when I felt the need growing in my body for him to touch me in sinful ways, I knew it was time to retreat out moment of affection for each other.
"We should probably stop now before this goes to far." I mumbled, pulling my lips away, an action in which Harry's followed at first, but he then resinated his desire to keep it going with a nod. "I love you baby." He sighed, pressing his forehead to mine and kissing the tip of my nose, a gesture that made it scrunch up in a smile.
"I love you Haz." I said, kissing the bridge of his nose in response, and Harry chuckled.
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"Alright for your homework tonight I want you to go get those journals on the shelves, and write your favorite part about the whole trip, and giving me a short summary of the play! I expect it on my desk tomorrow when you walk in." Harry called out as everyone who had finished packing up their school supplies made ways to the shelves.
For the rest of the drive home me and Harry had been quiet, both cuddling in the backseat of the limo while relaxing to the soft hum of the engine, a relaxation that was broken when we arrived at the school.
Now everyone was scrambling around in the class gathering up their things as they rushed out of there everyone eager to get home, but I doubted there was anyone even half as eager as me, because it was finally time for me to move in with Harry.
Soon the half filled classroom became empty, goodbyes floating around as everyone left, leaving me and Harry finally alone.
"Don't worry, I'll leave out the parts of the trip where you annoyed me." I teased Harry, zipping up my bag and slinging it over my shoulder as he laughed.
"I bet! I could get in some serious trouble for the way I annoyed you." He said in response, climbing over his desk and meeting me half way as I walked over so he could pull me into a tight hug and peck my lips.
"I'm going to be in my music room the rest of the day, I got a new drum kit and I want to try it out." He informed as I hugged him back. "And I'm going to start packing." I mumbled, burying my head into his chest, and Harry tightened his grip around me as he combed his fingers through my hair.
"Do you need any help? The drum kit can wait?" He asked, pulling back to tilt up my chin so he could look at me.
"No, there's so few things I can get done in a little bit, so I wouldn't worry about it." I assured, knowing if Harry came along he would slow down the process because there was a bed in my apartment.
"But what about your furniture?" He asked, and I shook my head.
"It came with the apartment so I can't bring it with me." I said, pouting a bit at that because I did like some of the pieces in my apartment, yet it would make no sense to take them because Harry had ten different versions of the same item through out his home.
Our home.
"Alright babe. I'll see you later then." Harry sighed, kissing my forehead prior to holding up a key and slipping it into my back pocket. "In case no one can make it to the door." He said, patting my cheek gently, and I grinned excitedly as I batted him away.
"I shouldn't take long, I don't have much!" I informed, blowing Harry a kiss as I walked out of the classroom and into the dim hall for the University had already turned off the lights, meaning the only light source I had was coming from outside the windows, and glass doors that were all exits, and entrances.
"Kisses!" I then heard Harry scream as the sound of a door slamming pounded down the coordiers of the hall, and I glanced behind me to see Harry running over to me.
"Don't take to long or might have to come after you Mr. Tomlinson!" He said, grabbing my head and kissing it before running ahead of me and outside.
-Harry's P.O.V.-
The look on Louis' face when I had ran by him, and kissed his head was priceless.
Quite frankly anything Louis did was priceless, because no one else could do it like him. The whole day I had been doing nothing but fretting over excitement from the fact he was moving in!
I could scarcely contain my pleasure at the news of this new arrangement. When Louis had told me last night he decided to move in I swear I felt like God had just came down and kissed my forehead.
It seemed so surreal that my little complaints of not wanting him to go had convinced his self-concious to give the living together thing a try. I was beyond excited to have him sleep in my bed, take bath's with be, watch tv with me, eat meals with me, let me dress him, etc.
Having Louis live with me would be a joyful experiance that I could scarcely wait to get started on. On my way home I had stopped at Mcdonalds to get a celebration milk shake to toast to myself, and sastify my sugar craving that hadn't been suceeded by that lollipop I was munching on earlier.
Another thing that made me happy to an overwhelming extent was the fact that Louis finally seemed to love me as much as I loved him. My little Louis was sprouting continous amounts of affection that made my heart dance.
He made me feel like a human being, and not some freak that didn't belong here among among people. During the Romeo and Juliet show I couldn't help, but compare our relationship to Romeo and Juliets! In some way ours was more true to heart, then again their's was better.
All I knew was I had the perfect person for me, and he was all mine until he said otherwise, which I seriously hoped he wouldn't.
Through out the day I did try to hide my excitement from Louis, because I didn't want to annoy or suffocate him in it, but as we said our goodbye's in class I could tell he was just as excited as me.
It also settled my heart to know Louis wouldn't be lonely in his apartment anymore, and I'd get to see Ireland more to because I had in love with that animal to.
When I had gotten home the first thing I did was trail upstairs to change into sweats, and one of my black t-shirts prior to combing the remaints of gel out of my hair.
As soon as I was comfortable in my around the house clothes, I wandered downstairs to ask Maddie what was for dinner, and requested her to make a small cake or something so I could celebrate with Louis the event of him moving in.
After my buisness had been settled in the kitchen, I stepped out to go upstairs, but Gemma stopped me at the bottom step for at that moment she had been walked down.
"Where's Louis?" She asked, grabbing my arm to stop me, and I frowned.
"Why do you care?" I asked, and a devious twinkle instantly appeared in her eye upon the moment the words left my lips.
"Because I'm bored."

Notes

Comments

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@Larreh Stylersun
nvm. i think she's done writting it

XavierDye XavierDye
11/21/14

@XavierDye
I can't find it:(( could you help me please ive been waiting for an update sooo long

@XavierDye
Can you tell me her 2nd profile name in Wattpad please??

Larreh Stylersun Larreh Stylersun
10/27/14

If you want to read another chapter go on wattpad and look it up, she updated. It's just her second account

XavierDye XavierDye
10/25/14

UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Larrys_berry Larrys_berry
8/13/14