Your Nickel Ain't Worth My Dime

The room was dark save for a dim lamp on the nightstand next to the bed. It smelled of smoke from the cigarette Harry assumed was smoked before he got here and was tinted blue because of the colored lightbulb he had put in earlier. He was laid on the huge bed that occupied almost half of bedroom beneath his boyfriend of six months, Louis Tomlinson. They were kissing heatedly and he knew what Louis wanted. But these were hardly the circumstances under which he wanted to lose his virginity. Louis'd been pressing for them to have sex for a while now and honestly, he just was not ready for that step.

Louis moved his lips from Harry's down to his neck and slid his hands up the boy's shirt, fingertips gliding over the warm, pale skin of Harry's sides and stomach. The older boy was making his move and Harry needed it to stop.

He put a hand to Louis' chest and pushed him away. "What's wrong babe? I'll be gentle, I promise." he whispered into Harry's ear sweetly. The younger shook his head lightly. "I can't." Louis pushed himself up onto his knees, staring down at his boyfriend in disbelief. For Louis it felt like they'd been together for years without sex. Usually he would have a healthy sex life by now in a relationship, he assumed. He'd never really done this before. Commitment. He tried to be as patient as he could but he couldn't anymore. "Are you ever going to be ready?" he asked, exasperated.

Harry took a moment to ponder that. He never really knew. He thought after six months of a relationship with Louis, he would be ready to take the next step. Even when one considers that Louis wasn't exactly the relationship type when he first met him. The older boy still had a reputation at their school and rumors flew like crazy that he was cheating anyway but Harry knew not to buy into idle high school gossip. The fact that he had comitted himself to Harry should have been reason enough to have sex with him but there was something missing. He just wasn't sure what. Maybe it was the romance element Louis seemed to lack. Having sex in a smokey room with blue lighs just didn't seem appealing. Maybe for a quick fuck but this wasn't that.

His head hung low, averting his eyes, looking anywhere but in Louis' pale blue ones. He shrugged. Louis scoffs and then after a long silence, he sighs. Like he was waiting for Harry to change his mind and when he didn't, he got tired of it. "I'm tired of waiting Harry, to be honest, i've dealt with this long enough. You can stay a virgin for all I care. We're over." Louis said and he walked out of his bedroom, clearly not effected.

Harry got up slowly and grabbed his jacket, walking past Louis who was already on the phone and out the front door. He made his way home, feeling like a piece of his heart was falling out of him with each step he took.

Notes

I accidently deleted my story so I had to repost it. ._. But I will probably write the second chapter tonight.