Torn

Chapter Three

After tour was over, we got a 5 month break before we had to be back into the studio recording songs. Harry and I had been together every chance we got.
Pretty soon, things got serious. Our second month into our break, Harry asked me to move in with him.
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I was in Holmes Chapel after I told my mum I just needed to see one of the boys as I was getting a bit bored of the girls around me. She, of course, believed me and allowed me to drive for, about 45 minutes, all the way to Holmes Chapel.

I was on my way to the bakery Haz used to work in to surprise him, but on the way I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, Lou!" Harry yelled. As I turned around, he was running to catch up with me.

Before long, I was in his warm embrace, smelling his intoxicating scent. I dug my face into his neck. He looked around and grabbed my hand. He pulled me into his car. His windows were tinted also no one could see inside, so I was excited.

As soon as we got inside, his lips were on mine. My hands moved to his belt but he pulled my hands off. I whimpered against his lips. He bit my lower lip before pulling away.

"Stop," he whispered.

"Why?" I responded.

"I wanna show you something." I pulled away reluctantly.

"What?" I asked, a bit disappointed. Harry smiled at me and stepped on the gas. I fell into my seat.

"Harry, slow down, babe. I actually wanna get there in one piece," I half joked.
I looked over at him as he looked back at me and he smiled. He reached over and grabbed my hand, as he slowed down.

"Sorry, love. I'm excited," he responded.

"For what?" I asked. He just shrugged and returned his attention to driving. Not that I minded. I wanted to see what he was talking about and I don't want to get into a car crash.

After a rather short drive, we pulled up to this beautiful home. The scenery around it was beautiful. Trees and bushes sprouting flowers surrounded this rather large cottage-like home. It looked warm and homey and perfect.

I looked over at Harry in the car.

"What is this?" I whispered, having a hard time speaking up.

"This is home," he replied.

"Your home?" I asked.

"No. Our home," he answered. I felt tears sting my eyes. It's our home. We're gonna move in together.

"Oh, Haz! It's beautiful!" I exclaimed. He let out a big breath.

"I'm glad you think so. But you haven't even seen the inside," he told me. I couldn't get my brain to move my body, so I sat there like an idiot sitting and staring at the house.

"Haha! Can't move, Lou?" Harry teased. I nodded.

"Can't move," I repeated. He got out of the car and walked around. He took off the seatbelt and picked me up bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cuddled into his chest, enjoying his smell.

"Can you walk now?" Harry asked. I shook my head.

"Nope." He chuckled and pressed his lips into my hair. I let out a small whimper of satisfaction and love.
As he reached for the door, I asked him to put me down.

"Too bad," he replied,"I'm gonna carry you around the threshold."

"Aren't you supposed to do that when we're married?" I asked. Butterflies flew around my stomach as I thought about Harry and I getting married.

"As much I want to marry you here and now, we can't yet." I love how he said he wants to marry me. I love him. But of course we hadn't properly said it to each other yet.

As he carried me inside, I gasped. The house was so modern but it have a cosy feel. Most of the lighting was natural and it gave off such a welcoming feel. All the furniture was already set up. I looked at Harry.

"Welcome home, love." I felt the tears come but I didn't want to cry. I hugged Harry. As he kissed my head once more, the dam broke. I cried into his shirt.

"What's wrong, Lou?" Haz asked.

"Nothing. It's perfect. Everything is perfect," I said truthfully. As I nuzzled more into his shirt I whispered the three words.

"I love you." I didn't think he heard me, but he heard me loud and clear.

"Hey Lou," I looked up,"I love you too." He pressed a gentle, chaste kiss onto my lips. I love him so much.

"Let's go inside," he whispered in my ear. His whispers held a promise. I can't wait to see him keep it.
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"Oh fuck! God damn, Haz! Don't stop!" I yelled at Harry is eating me out and pumping my cock.

"Oh yeah! Oh fuck!" I scream as I cum all over my chest. I lie there, a limp mess on the sheets. Harry kisses my arse cheeks and kisses up my back. He reaches my neck and sucks on a sweet spot on the junction of my neck and shoulder. I let out a loud moan, as I'm still going through the after shocks.

"Lou, can I fuck you?" he asks. I smile against the pillow my face is buried in.

"Like you even need to ask," I tell him. He kisses my should once more before sitting up and grabbing the lube. As he opens the lube, I take it from him. He looks at me, confused.
I squeeze a large amount of lube onto my hand and wrap my fist around his dick. He lets out a quiet gasp. But doesn't protest. I pump my fist loosely and lazily, but he starts thrusting up.

"Greedy little boy, aren't you?" I tease. He nods and thrusts up once more. I tighten my fist and pump faster.

"Ah! Lou!" he moans loudly. I let go right away. He whimpers before looking at me, pleadingly.

"We don't want you cumming before you're inside me." Harry quickly turned me on all fours and thrust himself inside me. I scream in pleasure as he rams into my prostate. I was always the louder one.

"Louis, I'm not gonna last long," Harry informs me. I shake my head, because I know I'm not going to last long either.

He keeps thrusting hard, slamming into my prostate. He pulls out, not completely, and stays there. As I was about to turn around to scold him for stopping, he rams back into me, hitting my prostate perfectly, and smacks my ass. I cum hard. Harder than when he was eating me out. I scream bloody murder and his name is the only thing on my tongue. The pleasure the only thing on my mind.

When I finally am down from the high, Harry pulls out of me. He hasn't came yet, and he's rubbing his dick. I help him out. I grab his member and stuff it in my mouth. I go lower and lower, deep throat ing his nine inches. I look up at him through my eyelashes and he lets go. He cums in my mouth.

We lay down on to floor of our new home, together.

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