It Started While Visting London

~Logan's P.O.V~

"Syd, i'm heading home."

I yelled with abandon as I double checked the clock on the wall. It was a lot later then I usually worked, but another class had caught my eye on my already busy university schedule. I knew that if I told Harry he would be admonish me for over working myself. Although he wanted what was best for me, which I really appreciated, he couldn't rule my life.

"Okay." I heard the muffled reply from the store room.

I've been working at Rosie's since my freshman year. Syd had been willing to give a slightly clumsy and inexperienced girl a chance. Although Harry had urged me to get a better job something about the slightly greased tables and old-fashioned pub charm felt home-like now. Wrapping the scarf around my neck, I braved the still rainy weather.

Walking along the river at night reminded me of the old English mystery novels I was slightly obsessed with. Most of the smog had cleared since the early 1900's but something about the street light reflecting golden off the river made me feel calm. I took my sweet time getting home, Harry had invited guests and sharing our already small flat hadn't sounded appealing, especially with Louis. I'd only meet him a couple time, but something didn't seem right about him. My grandmother always told me to trust my intuition.

By the time i'd reached the flat my skin was glowing slightly from the dampness.

"Honey I'm home." I exclaimed in Harry and i's usual style He's gotten it off some TV show and it'd become one of our traditions.

Three sets of eyes to to stare at me as I entered our small living room. My eyebrows furrowed slightly. I'd thought that it was the usual visit where Louis spent a couple night on the couch.
Spotting Louis appraising my outfit, in a way that made me uncomfortable, I sent Louis my typical glare before surveying the girl he'd brought. She was pretty but seemed to fold in on herself like she'd been hurt. What surprised me the most was her protruding stomach which said that she was four to five months pregnant.

Seeing that Louis had sprawled across the couch, the girl had taken one of the chairs and Harry the other, I plopped down in Harry's lap with my legs over the side. "Hi." Harry said with one of his loopy grins. "How was work?" I groaned rolling my eyes. "Syd was a pain and my feet are killing my." I said joking before turning my attention back to our guests.

"Logan." Louis said curtly.
"Louis." I said in the same manner.
The girl next to him kept sending glances between my and Harry and i obviously trying to figure out if we were togather.
"I'm Logan." I offered her with a smile.
She sent me a soft smile. "Kiera." She seemed to hold back a second before curiosity took over. "Are you two together?" She asked sending a glance at Harry.
"Why would you care?" Came Louis' immediate biting reply that sent me on the edge slightly.
Turning slightly in Harry's lap, I sent him a look that showed my confusion. As I stared at him I could hear the arguing in the backgrouned.Louis’ tone demanding and Kiera’s soft and defensive. It reminded me of how my parent’s used to fight. I’d spent those long nights in Harry’s arms hoping they’d just stop. His eyes were apologetic. He knew I hadn’t been happy about Louis staying with us in the first place.
“Have you guys eaten?” I asked interrupting their fight.
A shaking of heads caused me to turn to Harry and slap him slightly in the stomach.
“You’re a horrible host.” I joked trying to lighten the tone. “I’ll go make something.” I stated pushing out of Harry’s lap.
“I’ll help.” I heard Harry’s voice echo from behind me.
Slightly mad at him I stormed past Louis and Kiera heading into the kitchen. Grabbing pasta off the shelf I filled a small pot with water. As I went to set it on the stove I felt large warm hands on the bare skin of my waist that my skin didn’t cover. Turning I saw Harry standing just a couple of inches from me trapping me in a way that told me he wanted to talk and I wasn’t going to like it.
“Logan.” He said in a pleading tone trying to get me to forgive him.
The look on me on his face nearly had me his meadow green eyes pleading. I closed my eyes and let out a large sigh through rounded lips. I sighed saying. "What?"
"Please" he begged.
"You said Louis was only gonna stay for a couple of nights." I protested.
"He needed a place to crash for a couple months."
“A couple months.” I stated slowly trying to believe what I’d just heard.
Harry just pulled me to himself lowering his head to my ear his breath tickling me slightly.

“Please.”
I let myself relax slightly in his closeness.
“Fine.” I admitted in a soft voice almost afraid to disturb the moment.
Harry pulled back with a grin that made me wonder if he’d been playing me. His hands releasing my waist left cold imprints that made me long for his touch once again. Sticking his hand in the flour bag next to me on the counter he sprinkled some of it on my nose before flinging the rest at me causing me to squeal my mouth gaping at him.
“I knew you’d come around.”
“Harold Edward Styles!” I exclaimed
“Yes.” He stated raising one eyebrow which was something I’d always begged him to teach me.
Shaking my head I flicked him with water from the pot before putting it on the stove.
As I prepared the pasta and a salad Harry busied himself figuring out which one of our cheap wines would work best and setting out small four person dining table. We crossed paths in the small kitchen like we knew where the other person was going. Small points of contact passed between us, a brushing of a shoulder or his fingers skimming across my bare skin. He knew I was still mad as was trying to use his charm to yet again calm me down.
Harry naïvely set four wine glasses on the counter. Rolling my eyes from where I was slicing bread I made my way to the table shimmying in from of him letting my skirt brush his legs. Plucking the stem of the glass lightly from the table I gave him a sly smile before putting it back. I rested my hand lightly on his shoulder.
“You are so clueless.” I said in a soft tone.
“I am?” Harry said with another eyebrow raise turning to put his hands on my waist again.
I gave him a smirk in agreement.
“But you like it?” He said in a slightly cheeky tone.
“You wish Styles.” I stated backing out of his grip to go back to cooking.

“Dinner’s ready.” I stated sticking my head into the living room. It seemed to have calmed down considerably Louis with a confident and commanding look and Kiera still curled up in the chair as if protecting her pregnant belly.
“Thanks love.” Louis stated before breezing past me while Kiera followed him like a lost puppy.

Dinner was a solemn affair. Harry and I kept trying to start conversations with Kiera but we get one word answers or none at all. Louis in his usually annoying overconfident and self-absorbed self constantly talking about himself or this and that that he did since he last visited. Needless to say when most of the people were finished I was glad to have an excuse to leave the table. Again Harry followed me into the kitchen but thankfully not empty handed. As I washed the dishes he lined up next to me to dry. Our dishwasher had broken several months earlier and we were still saving up to get a new one.
“So.” Harry starts not sure what to talk about.
“It just seems odd for Louis to be a father.” I stated turning to him slightly.
“Yeah.” Harry agreed with a shake of his head. “What do you think of her?”
I paused for a second before expressing my honest opinion.
“She seems like she is really lost. Like she didn’t know what she was getting into with Louis and now she’s stuck with him.”
Harry let out a hum next to me and we finished the dishes in silence each consumed with our own thoughts.Harry knew me well enough to know exactly what was unsettling me and had me worried. I hadn’t come from the best family situation and something about Louis pulled back memories that I’d hoped to forget.
“Here’s the last one.” I stated handing Harry one last glass. Checking the clock I bit my lips seeing the glaring numbers that told me that if I wanted to not be a zombie in classes tomorrow I needed to go to bed soon. I headed to the linen cabinet grabbing a blanket and a pillow going into the living room I saw Louis and Kiera on the couch. I unceremoniously tossed Louis the blanket and pillow.
“Kiera you can stay with me.” I said giving her a smile.
“Harry didn’t tell you.” Louis said with a smile that had me slightly scared.
“Tell me what?”
“He offered us one of the rooms.” Louis said.
I took a deep breath. Our apartment was only two bedrooms. Even between the both of us we hadn’t been able to afford a guest room in the middle of London. Our guests had always had to crash on the couch or in a hotel. It was the cost of coming to visit us. The only exception had been Harry’s sister Gemma who I’d been more than happy to share my room with.
“Shit.” I heard exclaimed behind me as I turned to stare at Harry who’d just entered the room.
I crossed my arms letting him know I was not happy about this.
“They’re taking your room.” I stated telling Harry there was no arguing. He looked like he was going to protest before he put his head down.
“Fine.”

I gestured for Kiera to follow me before pushing past Harry harder then I had to. Shrugging off my jean jacket I let it fall onto the corner of my bed. Turning I see Kiera has settled on the other corner of my bed. I was slightly glad she had decided to follow me. I can see her surveying my outfit as I unclipped my beanie. It must be hard for her trying to cover up her growing stomach as much as possible. She hadn’t put on too much weight so you could still see her lithe figure.
“If you don’t mind me asking how far along are you.”
“Five months.” She said softly from the bed. It was like I had guessed.
Grabbing a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants from my drawers I handed them to Kiera. She looked at me with confusion.
“I didn’t see much luggage and I assume you probably don’t have much in the way of maternity clothes. If I can get an afternoon off work I’ll help you go shopping for some.” I offered.
Kiera gave me a soft smile accepting the clothes. “Thanks.”
As I pulled a tank-top, a sweater and some leggings on I tried to make conversation with Kiera. She was a little more open then at dinner but she still wouldn’t talk much about herself, or Louis for that matter. Pulling my hair up I turned to Kiera.
“Well you guys might be a little jet lagged but midnight is usually about the time Harry and I head off to bed since we have school and work in the morning.” I said kindly.
Kiera nodded having changed into the clothes I’d loaned her. We both headed into the living room where I could see that Louis and Harry had broken out some of our beer. Kiera went to sit next to Louis. Seeing her glances at him I could tell she loved him, which made my heart break. I gave Harry a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m going to bed.”
“I think we’ll turn in too.” I heard Louis state.
Turning so he couldn’t see my eyes roll I headed to my bedroom. I settled under the warm covers bundling it before grabbing the small black diary from under my drawer. Flipping it open I poured my heart and soul into words yet again, the issues with Louis, my worries about what he was doing to Kiera and Harry’s usual confusing messages. Suppressing a yawn I turned off the bedside light placing my diary back in its hiding place.
Before I managed to drift all the way off to sleep I felt my bed dip. Turning I saw Harry in his boxers shimmying under my sheets.
“What are you doing here?” I asked softly.

"Can’t sleep on the couch.” He protested sidling up to me. His bare legs brushed mine as I’d long since kicked off my sweatpants.
“You can’t stay in here for months.” I protested trying to shimmy away from his clingy grip causing him to groan in protest. Please I heard against my neck followed by several soft kisses down my neck. I turned to Harry to see him giving me the pleading eyes yet again.
Per usual his closeness had me distracted. Every place where his body touched mine felt like it was one fire. Pressing my hands against his bare chest I tried to push him away my hands tingling. I felt Harry’s hands on my hips not letting me move. He leaned back towards my neck.
“Please.” He pleaded his lips just below my ear.
This time I knew his plead was for something else. I felt the usual butterflies in my stomach urging me to give into him while my head told me to make him go back to the couch.
“I have school in the morning.” I protested before my breath caught as he pressed trains of butterfly kissed down my skin.
“Please.” Came the breathy reply. I could feel his heart beating quickly beneath my hands and from my quick breaths I knew mine was doing the same. The soft pressure came as Harry rolled over so he was hovering over me his eyes searching mine.
“We have guests.” I said softly but even to my ears my protests were getting weaker.

His head lowering he pressed a soft kiss on my lips that left me breathless yet again. His eyes were a light pale green that reflected the soft yellow light streaming in through my window, his pupils huge and dilated. Giving into my desires I pulled him back down to my which Harry took as a cue to stop holding himself several inches behind me.
My fingers trailed through his ears as his hands were gripped tightly to my waist rubbing slow burning circles against my skin.My mind was blank the only thought on it was how to get closer to Harry. Leaving his hair my fingers trailed along his bare chest pressing into it slightly. Harry’s hands trailed up my sweater and releasing him I let him pull it over my head and onto the floor next to me. A drunken mistake when we were younger had led me into Harry’s arms. We had turned to each other for mutual comfort and now even though we weren’t together we still took comfort in each other’s presence.
I moaned lightly into his shoulder trying to be quiet as his hands caressed my body. Harry had known at this point that I couldn’t stand wearing a bra to me so leaving my head thrown back he trailed feather light kisses down my chest. Before he got too far I pulled him up slightly demanding. I didn’t have time for foreplay I actually needed to go to bed.
Groaning slightly in protest Harry dug through the drawer next to my bed pulling out a little foil packet tearing it open. Kicking his boxers off he rolled it onto himself before hooking his finger around my underwear dragging them to my knees. Lining himself up Harry solicited a louder moan from me as he pushed farther into me.

Slowly rocking his hips back and forth to continue the friction Harry mutter obscenities into my ear as I bit my lip to try and keep quiet, mostly failing.
“Fuck.” I heard muttered in my ear and the light whimpering noises told me he was close. My hips bucked to meet his needing more contact, to find my release. Feeling Harry shudder as my name left his lips I gave Harry a pleading smile. As he started to go soft he continued pumping in and out his hand going down to slowly massage my clit. Harry had never left me wanting more and this time was no different as I let out a loud moan as my body started to spasm.
When I relaxed Harry pulled me tight to him. He was a cuddler after sex and I usually didn’t mind.
“I’m still mad at you.” I whispered to him knowing he was still awake.
“I know.” He stated pressinga kiss just behind my ear.
Relishing in his warmth I let myself relax into him as I drifted off to sleep.

Notes

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