Monday comes around far too quickly. Dressing quickly in a loose shirt and jeans, I push into the lounge, spotting Harry talking on the phone with his suitcase next to him.

"...and yeah, he told me that we'd be meeting at the airport." I hear his voice. I'm aware of how messy I must look, my hair is all over the place and this has to be the most casual I've looked in ages. "Right, so I'll see you in 9ish hours? Okay. Bye."

He looks over at me. I know we have to say goodbye somehow but I know we couldn't kiss. I want to, and that's a very, very bad thing.

"So I'll see you in two weeks?" I say, starting the inevitable goodbye. He swallows and runs his fingers through his hair before putting them in his pockets.

"Yeah." He says. It feels awkward. How do fuck buddies say goodbye? "See you later, Boobear."

He grabs his suitcase and pulls it towards the door. This is the weirdest thing, feeling your heart ache for someone it shouldn't.

"Bye, Hazzabear." I say, and he leaves through the door. The room he leaves behind with me in it feels too empty, too quiet.

What do I do now? Would he call me or text, or would he just ignore me until he got back? I'm sure the latter would make more sense, but I could never tell with Harry.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Tuesday. I work out for a while, before watching Netflix for a few hours. I didn't realise how much of my time Harry actually took up.

Talking of Harry, he text me to let me know he reached New York okay.

From: Hazzabear
Hi. I got to New York alright. See you soon. H x

To: Hazzabear
Okay. Cheers for letting me know. X

Even our texts looked awkward, or was that just me? I mean, my one looked definitely awkward.

Stupid thoughts that I shouldn't think flicker through my mind. Would he fuck other girls while he was over there? He wasn't mine to claim. I had no right to care about that.

Yet I still thought about it.

~~~~~~~~~

Wednesday. I play FIFA for most of the day. I smell a little, I haven't showered but I really can't be bothered to move.

I haven't heard from Harry today. He's busy and let's be honest, I shouldn't be waiting for a text. Would he be waiting for one from me?

I send him a picture of me, lounging in his chair playing my games with a stupid cross eyed face.

Having fun? X

I keep it simple. I don't expect a text back, knowing it's expensive so I lay back and continue to play.

My phone buzzes and I grab it quickly. Calm down.

Harry sends back a picture of him behind a set somewhere, in a nice shirt and smiling politely.

Not as much fun as I've had in that chair. H. X

Every millilitre of blood rushes straight to my groin at that comment. Prick. I can't believe what he does to me.

I palm at my myself to try and relieve some of the pressure but I know where this is going. I huff, looking down at my crotch.

5 minutes later I release hard into my hand, still sat on the chair. I breath heavily, before coming to my senses. I grab my phone.

To: Hazzabear
Prick. You made me hard. X

I clean myself up. I've got to have a shower now, there's no getting round it. Pushing up, I undress. My phone goes off.

From: Hazzabear
Pictures or I don't believe you. H. X

I laugh. Too late, Harry.

To: Hazzabear
Too late. I have to shower now. ;) X

I turn on the water before going back to my phone. I can't believe I sent a wink smilie. How 00's of me. 

From: Hazzabear
God, I wish I was there. H. X

Receiving some internal braveness I didn't know I had, I step into the shower and take a selfie, only showing the top half of me. Smirking, I take a photo. Payback. I send it.

Revenge. X

I shower, smiling to myself. I win.

After I'm washed, I exit the shower, drying myself. I grab my phone, and laugh out loud.

From: Hazzabear
You fucking dick.

From: Hazzabear
Louis. I'm about to do an interview. With a hard on.

From: Hazzabear
You have no idea what I'll do to you when I get back. H. X

With that last text, I swallow with arousal. I think I do, Harry. You do it every time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Each day for the next week, it goes roughly the same. Either of us winding each other back, to the point of needing to masturbate. It was the little things that got Harry. It was easy. All he needed was a picture and a text.

I need a shower.
I don't like doing this by myself.
Your fingers feel better than mine.

And him winding me up.

I like this painting, but I like you better against the wall.
It's raining here, but I only want to see you wet.
Look at the size of this banana! I bet you could eat it all.

It wasn't until he'd been away for a week and half that he rung me. My phone buzzes near me beside the bed. I hadn't gone to sleep yet, but I was about to.

"Hello?" I speak, answering the phone. I didn't even look at the caller ID before answering.

"Hi," A voice says. My breath picks up at the deep, familiar voice. "Did I wake you up?"

I sit up abruptly. I should be embarrassed at how much I missed his voice. I look at the clock, not realising it was 1am.

"No, I was just going to bed."

"It's a little late." Harry coddles.

"I couldn't sleep."

"You been up to much?" He asks. Weird.

"I guess so," I breath, a little sleepy. "I went to see Michael, watched a film on Netflix and I've just finished working out."

I don't get a response straight away, before Harry responds, voice managing to sound deeper somehow.

"Worked out? What did you do?" He questions, and I wonder why he's so interested.

"Crunches, sit ups, lunges, push ups. You know," I chat away, nonchalantly. "The usual."

"Yeah?" He breathes into the phone, and somehow straight to my pants. Something is going on here.

"Yeah." I reply, my voice raspy. I hear shuffling on the other side of the phone of him moving around.

"What were you wearing?" He asks, and I swallow. I'm a little hard. Should I be?

"My black vest and shorts," I tell him, and his breath sounds louder down the receiver. I think I know where this is going, so I decide to make it interesting. "I was so sweaty, I could barely breathe after."

I press my palm against my length, easily as I was naked under the sheets.

"I bet you were," He says down the phone, laughing gently. "How are you feeling now?"

I breathe out what I can only explain as a horny sigh.

"Still a little sweaty, and exhausted."

"Sweaty?"

"Yeah."

Harry breathes, and then I hear it. The smallest of moans that comes through the speaker that immediately makes me grip my length.

"Harry?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Are you touching yourself?" I question. Fuck.

"Mmhmm," Is his response, and I breathe a little harder. Shit. "Are you?"

Laying my head back, I realise the way I'm gripping myself, and I start moving up and down.

"Yeah."

He moans louder through the speaker, and I think I'll burst. This was definitely new.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask, and his breath hitches through the phone.

"You want to know?"

"Yeah."

"When you came in the shower from me only fingering you," He says, low, and my toes curl a little. "I want to do it now."

"You want me to finger myself?"

"Oh fuck," He swears. "Yes."

"One second," I tell him, before hastily grabbing through the drawers for my lube. Returning to him, I pick up the phone, before putting it on loud speaker. "I'm on loud speaker."

"Okay," He moans. "Let me know when."

I undo the lube before coating my fingers. Circling a finger, I bite my lip before it enters and my lip gets released with a gasp.

"O-okay," I manage, moving the finger in and out. "'M doing it."

"Shit," He grunts. "You have no idea what this is doing to me."

I moan, aloud, at the sensation of my finger and his voice. I never expected this.

"Louis?" He asks.

"Mmm?"

"Does it feel good?"

"You have no idea." I moan, fisting my erection at the same time.

"Two," Is all Harry says, and I groan before switching to two fingers, back arching. "This is torture. I thought this was a good idea."

"Oh," I half moan, half laugh. "It's a good idea."

"Are you wearing anything?" His breaths are hard down the speaker, driving me wild.

"No."

He whines then, and my hands stutter at the arousal. This is no good.

"I want you," I whimper, desperate for some release.

"Three." Is his only response, and I immediately comply with haste.

This feels better, but not Harry. I can't imagine what I look like laying on this bed, sweaty and incredibly horny. I try to imagine Harry touching himself, lying on a bed somewhere and my toes curl with the sudden need to release.

"Oh fuck." I moan, flames in my chest, spreading through my body to my groin.

"Are you gonna-?"

"Yeah." I moan, prolonged, my muscles aching from the position I've been in.

"M-me, too." He groans, and I whine with the need for him. Suddenly, he cries out through the phone, and my body arches.

I spray up myself, fingers still buried deep, and I shout out with my release.

Coming down from my high, I breathe loudly in my room, echoing a little.

"Fucking hell." I manage to say.

"You can say that again." Harry replies laughing, and I pick up the phone, turning off the loudspeaker.

"I thought I was exhausted before," I breath a laugh. "I think I'm going to die."

"Don't die," Harry laughs out loud. "I'm back on Monday."

It's only Thursday though, enough time in between. It annoys me that I miss him. I shouldn't be missing him at all.

"Okay, I'll see you then," I say. I have to be dismissive now. It's not a relationship.

"Bye, Boobear." Harry sighs.

"Night, Hazzabear."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Monday comes around, I have no idea when Harry will be back. I've had a broken sleep with the excitement. I shouldn't be excited. Not at all. I've got to get out of this house for a while. Anyway, I have no idea when Harry will be back so I'll go to the Gym. I need a harder workout because doing it at home is never a full workout anyway.

At the Gym, I push myself hard. I need to tighten these muscles again, I'm not as physically fit as I used to be. I workout until my muscles scream, until I'm sure I can sweat no more. My head swims getting into the car, and I down a full bottle of cold water in one go.

Gross. My hair is stuck to my face. I flick it away, looking in the mirror, cheeks red and I sort my hair out properly. My grey vest is stuck to my chest, and I feel uncomfortable in these shorts.

Pulling up to Harry's place, I see about 3 different cars and I realise then that Harry is home. I grip my hands on the steering wheel hard, and will myself to calm down. I'm too excited. Another part of me feels horrible about being disgustingly sweaty around whoever else is here.

I push inside and into the lounge, and get met with a few people I have never met, Niall, Zayn and finally, Harry.

Everyone looks at me, but only a few stop talking. Me and Harry cannot take our eyes off of each other. It's been too long. I can feel, no, taste the sexual tension in the air. I need every part of him, and I need it now. Breath gets caught in my lungs, hot and heavy and I try to push away the boner my bodies trying to give me.

"Louis," Zayn calls, and I somehow tear my eyes away from Harry's gorgeous face. "How are you?"

"I've been... Yeah. I think." I reply. My eyes flicker to Harry quickly, and back to Zayn. Everyone needs to fuck off now.

"What? That made no sense."

"Oh," I reply. "I'm good. Yeah, good." I try not to sound so awkward, but Zayn clocks me so I give him a look. He immediately understands.

"I need to get going anyway," He calls loudly. "Come on, Niall." Niall smiles.

"Bye, Lou, see you later." He calls, as he leaves.

One bye one, people leave the house, leaving me and Harry stood there on opposite sides of the room staring at each other. The tension builds the longer we stare, and I can feel the need to break it bearing down on me.

Harry breaks it first, pacing across the room, stopping just short of me. He looks down at me, eyes almost black and my breath catches.

"Hi?" I try.

He growls before pulling me in and crashing his lips against mine. I gasp hard, and grip his hair in my hands. He shoves his tongue in my mouth, and I move my tongue against his in desperate need to remember how he tastes.

He pulls my vest over my head before throwing it to the side, and grips at my lower back pulling me in against his hardness. I moan into his mouth.

"Is this a new shirt?" I ask, still trying to kiss him hard.

"No."

I rip it open, forcing the buttons to pop off and pull it down his arms. He pulls away looking down at me.

"What are you doing to me?" He asks incredulously before pulling me in again. Chest to chest, I moan into his warm mouth, and he picks me up and rushes over to the nearest sofa.

Dropping me in it, I gasp when he kneels down before pressing himself between my legs. This is driving me insane.

"Do you have any idea how good you look?" He asks, pulling away from my mouth but grinding into my length instead, holding my legs for purchase.

"I-," I don't have time to say anything before he kisses me hard again, fist grabbing at the back of my hair, making my back arch. He grinds hard again, and I moan. I don't think I've ever been as hard.

He pulls hard at the top of my shorts, so I quickly lift up enough for him to pull them down. He flings them to his right before kissing me, and I shout out when he grabs my length. Fucking hell, where has this come from? He's never done this before. I mean, I'm not complai-

Suddenly, a cold, wet finger enters me, my head goes back and all air leaves my body. He pushes the finger in, trying to get back to my lips. He doesn't use either of his hands to pull me back, only moves in closer and forces me to kiss him back. All three things going on at once is driving me crazy and I'm building up quickly. Very quickly. Was he trying to make me come?

He moves his lips away, sucking hard at my neck and changes to two fingers, pressing them deep. At the feeling, my toes curl, and I gasp Harry's name. I try to anyway. I think that's what I said.

He keeps them deep, massaging at my prostate and working at my length. He knows exactly what he is doing. My muscles already hurt from working out, and the strain from trying to stop myself coming is killing me.

I let out a grunt of pain and Harry sucks at my neck, before putting three fingers in. Oh God.

"Come on," He says, sweetly. He is trying to. "I want to see you come."

His voice is so seductive, right in my ear, and I lean against his face. I'm very close.

"Stop fighting it," He coddles, licking at my neck making my toes curls. "I know you need to, I can feel it."

To prove a point he stays on my prostate again, fisting at my length hard.

"Come on, Lou." He growls, and bites into my neck.

"Oh," I shout, mouth open, eyes rolling back. "Fuck."

I release hard around Harry's fingers, as he works me through one of the hardest orgasms I've ever had. I spray up my sweaty chest, muscles screaming at me. He stops and let's go of me. I manage to look at him.

"You know what's going to happen now right?" He smirks, undoing his button and pulling down his jeans a little.

"Yeah." I manage to speak, out of breath. I look down at what he's doing.

"Do you want it?" He cocks his head, freeing himself. Jesus, did he get bigger?

"Yeah." I breathe.

"How much?" He asks, gripping his length and working his hand around it. God.

"Please," I say, but I can't move to grab him. "Please."

He slowly slicks himself up before looking back down at me. I stay in the same unflattering position, legs apart for the world to see, looking back at him.

Bringing himself up to my entrance, my muscles clench a little, and I moan at both the pain and anticipation.

He only presses a little, not entering and I look up at him.

"Please don't tease me."

"Tell me when to go harder or faster, okay?" His face challenging, but his voice concerned.

I nod, trying to get him to go in. He suddenly grabs at my hips, and slides in straight to the hilt and I shout out. Fuck. His fingers grip at my thighs, and his hair curtains his face. He breathes hard, looking down.

He takes the time to let me adjust, and brushes his hair away, looking down at me. I clench around him, breathing hard myself. Am I ready for this? The look in his eyes promised I wasn't.

He starts to move in and out slowly, in and out, over and over again. I whimper a little at the sensitivity. Pressing against my prostate, I felt myself getting hard again and I could feel the faint sweetness of a distant orgasm which scared me. I shouldn't feel that yet.

Either way, it makes my toes curl already and my stomach muscles cry out.

"Whatever you've got, don't fight it," Harry says, continuing to press into me. "I want it all."

I breathe in flames at his words and the way he is looking at me. Fucking two weeks. This is going to kill me, I swear.

"I'm going to-," I try to say. "I'm going to come too hard."

"You'll be okay. I'm here." He says, still moving but leaning in pull me closer, one hand pressed behind my back and the other in my hair. He kisses me hard, taking my breath away.

He doesn't change the speed at which he's going and I'm glad. I'm still trying to adjust.

"Are you okay?" He says, pulling away a little. I look at him with his stupid lovely green eyes and clench again, to which he gasps.

"You can go faster," I say, and he immediately complies, keeping his eyes on mine. My mouth opens with the pleasure I'm feeling and my hand tries to grip something but I can't find anything.

"Here." He grabs my hand and shoves in to his hair.

"I'll hurt you."

"I really don't care." He says, our eyes locked, he continues to fuck into me. My hand grips hard at his hair, and he breathes in deep.

"Harder," I say, and I can see the relief in his eyes.

"Thank God." He moans before snapping his hips into me harder, and I pull at his hair again.

The build up is intense. I can feel the sharp sweetness of it pooling already, I won't last much longer. His grip around my hair is hard and it sends wave over wave of arousal to my groin increasing the need to release.

"Louis, open your eyes," I hear Harry say somewhere. I didn't realise I'd closed them, and when I open them I see his beautiful green eyes looking at me, mouth slightly open.

It sends me abruptly over the edge, eyes rolling back and stomach muscles clenching impossibly hard. I come only a little bit, dribbling onto my stomach, and Harry follows straight after me trying to keep his eyes open before shouting out. Filling me, his eyes clench shut.

Partially laying his torso on me, Harry breathes heavily trying to get his breath back. His hand unwinds from my hair to rest at my neck, letting go of my abused hair. I lay my head back trying to ground myself, trying to remember where I am. Trying to get back to earth because I soared too high. I don't think working out helped at all. If I wasn't fit after that, when would I be?

"Jesus," Harry's voice rasps, and looks up at me, his green eyes shining. "So good."

I just look at him, and smile a little. It's all I could do at the moment. He smiles an open mouthed grin at me in response at me, and somewhere through the fog of my mind, I think it for the first time.

God, I love you.

It shakes me to the core. No! Don't do this, Louis. I pretend it doesn't happen, because Harry clearly still wants part of this arrangement and I couldn't go messing it up.

As long as he never knows, it should be okay.

"Are you okay?" He questions, pulling out of me, and it wakes me up.

"Yeah."

"I can't do two weeks again." He laughs, and I sit up as he moves back, standing up.

"I don't actually think I can walk," I say, trying to stand up and wobbling a little like Bambi. I hold the chair until I decide I'm okay. "I feel like I could sleep for two weeks."

He laughs looking back at me, pulling up his trousers. I can't believe he got me completely naked, and only had his top off this whole time. I tug on my shorts, and wipe at my chest with a tissue from the table.

"I'm going for a shower." Harry says, leaving me alone and I give him a thumbs up as I leave for a smoke.

I feel cold being by myself. I have nearly all of Harry but not every part. It makes me instantly furious that I would go and fall in love with someone who was my fuck buddy. Like, seriously. Who does that?

Every part of him was loveable and it crushes me. What do I do?

Ignore it. It will go away.

Easier said than done, Boobear.