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I haven't had time to revise this one, so if you find mistakes, let me know. :)

I can't believe we're only six chapters away from the ending!

This is sick. Though I feel like I've been writing this forever and I can't wait until I start the new one.

Anyways, I love you, and you make me smile every single time with your comments, your likes and everything you do for me every day!

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TWENTY-TWO
The life of a football star.

I took Harry by his hand and we rushed outside the stadium and towards the private garage for the people of both teams before anyone else saw us.

The last thing I wanted right now was more reporters.

So, once we were there, I quickly took the car keys out of my duffle bag and unlocked the doors of my silver Ferrari.

I noticed Harry stopping abruptly and staring at the car in awe.

"That's yours?" - He frowned.

"Yes." - I mumbled, now biting my lip, somehow nervous about his judgement.

"What happened to...? I mean, the truck?"

"That truck was never mine. Just a rental."

"I- I knew that yeah. I just... I guess I never stopped to think that you had this type of... you know."

"Sorry. Does it bother you?"

"No! I'm sorry." - He sighed. - "I remember telling you that you weren't the type of guy to drive a truck like that one. On our first date, remember?"

"Yes. And if I remember correctly, you told me I was more like a Ferrari type of guy." - I smirked.

He laughed and nodded.

"You did have a Ferrari, then."

"Yeah... I do. I have two actually."

"Show off." - He rolled his eyes and I chuckled.

"Do you want to get in?" - I asked, nudging him on the shoulder.

"I guess." - He shrugged.

"It's fun, I promise." - I said, leaning to peck his temple.

I opened the passenger seat for him to sit inside and then turned around the front of the car to get into the driver's seat.

As I turned the engine on, I let Harry connect his music to the stereo and he focused his attention out of the window to the moving landscape of cloudy Manchester.

"Everything is so different here. So much bigger, very overwhelming."

"Wait until you see my building. It's nothing like that flat in Oregon." - I said and he snorted.

"I don't know why I'm not running away yet." - He said and I rolled my eyes.

"You're stuck with me." - I said, intertwining my fingers with his' over his lap. - "Put up with it."

"I know I'll love your place." - He shrugged. - "If it smells half as good as you, it'll already be like home." - He said with a big sincere smile. - "Wait. Wasn't your Mom staying with you?"

"I texted Liam to keep her busy a few hours until dinner. She will come with us to meet your parents. Is that alright?" - I asked, turning to face him as I stopped at a traffic light.

"Yes, of course. I want to meet her as well. Can we have this dinner at my parents' hotel? I left my things at their room before the game. I need to pick everything up before going back to your place tonight."

"Sure. Here." - I said, giving him my phone. - "Text Liam to make a reservation there tonight, for six people."

Harry grabbed the phone and smiled the second he saw my background picture.

"You're an absolute idiot. You know that, right?" - He said, pointing the phone towards me and showing me the smiley picture of himself on the screen.

"Why am I an idiot now? I just have my favorite person as my background." - I shrugged and Harry shook his head with a smile.

"I love you." - He whispered, still amused, while typing on my phone.

"Me too. So, what are your expectations for this trip? What things would you like to explore besides my bed?" - I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at him and causing him to burst into laughter.

"God, that was hideous."

"It was a fair question though."

"I don't know Lou. First I need to pick Amélie from my parents' room because I know they won't take her for walks and she needs it after the long flight."

"Wait. What?"

"What?"

"You brought her here?!"

"Yes, of course I did." - He frowned. - "I wasn't going to leave her alone the whole ten days. Who was going to look after her, huh?"

"You're an insane person." - I laughed. - "Okay, so, pick her up, take her for walks, what else?"

"Get to know your mother, spend time with you, go around the city a bit, and then I also found another butterfly expert just outside town and I connected with her through Instagram the other day, she said she would be more than happy to meet and we could you know, exchange experiences and help each other a bit."

"Wow, really? That's amazing."

"Yeah, I thought I could do that the days you're training at the club or something. If that's okay."

"Yes, of course, sweet."

"I also told her about the plant, you know? The one that gives me allergies?" - He asked and I nodded, still looking at the road in front. - "She said she had the same species, and that she was doing some investigation on it, so that could be fun."

"That's awesome. I'm sure it'll be really good for you to meet another expert, baby. Just be careful with that plant or whatever, I don't want you to get ill like last time."

"I know. Me neither." - He smiled.

"Well, we're here, butterfly. Say hello to your new home in Manchester."

I parked the car in my designated spot in the parking lot and took a glance at Harry's expression.

He was slowly taking it all in, the luxurious front of the building, the elegant entrance and the large garden with statues and fountains that surrounded the building complex.

I chuckled and got out of the car, walking towards Harry's side and opening his door for him.

"C'mon." - I said, extending my hand to help him out. - "I'll show you around."

"Louis, you live here?" - He whispered, still looking up to the endless building in front of us.

"Most of the time." - I smirked.

"Babe, God, this is a lot."

"Promise you, this is just a facade. Once inside you'll see how of a mess I am." - I smiled, taking his hand and locking the car. - "The penthouse is quite normal too. I always wanted to make it as cozy as possible, so you'll find it better than all this." - I said, leaning over to peck his cheek.

"I'm sorry, I'm being a baby." - He mumbled, biting his lip.

"Nonsense. I understand it's a lot if you're not used to it. You're fine."

I pulled him with me towards the lift and then I pressed the code up to the penthouse.

"It's just too fancy. I feel like... like I didn't know this part of you and it's... it's making me feel a little insecure all of a sudden." - He sighed.

"What? Insecure how?"

"I just... it's... I don't know if I'll ever get used to this. I don't know if I can be this."

"You don't have to live here if you don't want to. We could rent something else, maybe on the outskirts of town. Something a bit less crowded and less fancy. Is that something you'd be comfortable with?"

"I don't know." - He shrugged. - "Forget I said anything."

I frowned and intended to keep talking about it, but Harry had already given up on the topic and I knew that making him upset right now was the last thing we needed.

Once the lift's doors opened, they revealed the penthouse.
The open kitchen, the unpollute wooden floors, the glass windows floor to ceiling that lead to the balconies, and the large fireplace set in the middle of the living room.

Though it was still a bit of a mess.

My suitcases were still half unpacked on the sofas, my mother's cooking had left a trace of dirty dishes in the kitchen and the door of the guest room was open and showing the unmade bed.

"My mom is still occupying my room because she insists she loves my water bed, so we're staying in the guest room. I'm sure she'll leave tomorrow though. She just wanted to stay until she met you." - I shrugged, taking my duffle bag and throwing it on the sofa next to the mess of clothes.

"Uhm, yeah. Okay."

"Do you want to drink or eat something, Sweet?"

"Sure."

I slipped my arms around his waist and pulled him close to me while puckering my lips.
Harry smiled fondly and gave in, kissing me gently.

"I loved seeing you there at the side of the pitch with my jersey on." - I whispered, leaning towards him again and joining us for another kiss.

"It was nice watching you play. I felt really good too."

"Yeah?"

"Powerful? Like really proud I was the boyfriend of the best football player in England."

"Well, you are." - I smirked. - "And I loved kissing you in front of everyone. It was amazing. I want you there in every game from now on so I can kiss you at the end." - I mumbled, pecking his lips continuous times in between words.

"Really?"

I took one of his cheeks in my palm and I softly caressed his sharp cheekbone.

"Of course. I want to show you off. In fact, I might even post a picture of us together today. They allowed me to, and after today's interview I think I made it clear that I'm pretty much gone for you, so." - I shrugged and he smiled shyly.

"I don't know if I want that much exposition, Lou. Today was fine, I felt cared for with what you said. But I don't know if I want that every day. I'm not exactly made for this."

"It's not like I'll let anyone dig into your personal life. You're going to continue being yourself, H."

"You promise?"

"Yes, Sweet. I won't allow people interfere in your life nor our relationship."

"Okay." - He sighed and nodded.

I bit a smile and kissed him again.

"I'll make you a coffee and some biscuits, it's that alright?"

"I thought we were having sex."

"Yeah, that too. But food first? I have just ran for ninety minutes, I need food, baby."

"Fine." - He rolled his eyes, slightly amused and followed me to the kitchen.

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"Stop staring at your phone and do something."

"It's just you look so gorgeous in that photo. I'm posting it."

"What? Louis, no."

"Look." - I smirked, the picture already in my Instagram feed, and causing Harry to grunt. - "I wrote something cute and all."

"We were about to have sex!"

"We are." - I laughed. - "Just look at what I wrote. I didn't even tag you so your name remains hidden for the public." - I smiled, leaning down and kissing his naked chest.

Harry huffed and took the photo, tapping on the phone and reading the description of the picture.
He cleared his throat and started reading.

"Just happy that my sweet is home. Enjoying my time with him is everything I'll do these following days, please do not disturb." - He finished and looked up at me with an eyebrow raised. - "This is your definition of cute?"

"Hey, It's cute!" - I pouted and he laughed.

"Sure. Now make love to me because we're meeting our parents in two hours." - He said pulling me down to kiss me.

"Yeah, in a bit." - I replied, kissing him again but this time more fiercely and causing him to whine.

I felt Harry caressing my face and pulling us incredibly close. He was so tender in his touch, even as horny as he was right now, he was touching me like he was holding the most valuable and fragile thing of the world in his arms.

I hovered above his body with my entire weight to force Harry down onto the mattress, my forearms on both sides of his head.

He was tasting me so desperately, so passionately, that it was making me feel hotter than a thousand suns.

And let's just say that hearing his soft moans, smelling his sweet scent, and feeling every perfect part of him, wasn't exactly helping my case.

Harry's hands were all over me by now, and so were mine, roaming Harry's back and running my fingers through his curls, tugging some of them, just to make him gasp and giving me access to push my tongue deeper inside his throat.

One of my hands moved down to his pants to tug them out of the way while I allowed Harry to keep exploring my mouth with his tongue.

We both made a sudden move which made out hips converge, groins meeting roughly.

"Fuck, Harry." - I breathed before breaking the kiss. - "Missed you. Missed this." - I panted, leaving Harry's lips to suck on my jawline while I recovered my breath.

"Me too."

He moaned when I took both of our pants out of the way and left us completely naked and I just took a moment to admire him.

"My dear sweet butterfly." - I hummed, leaning down and kissing his hipbone, nibbling on his soft, milky skin. - "You're so pretty, so beautiful for everyone to see, but only for me to kiss and love." - I murmured, kissing my way up to his chest, giving special attention to trace over his tattoos with my tongue. - "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." - He repeated with a dopey smile.

One of his hands went to tug on my hair, pressing me down against his skin, while the other found mine and squeezed it at the side of his body.

Nipping at Harry's collarbones, I slid my hands down to Harry's nipples, pinching and pulling at them while I kissed my way across his chest and over his stomach, where I started sucking bruises on either side of Harry's belly button, biting just below it, and licking at the tip of his hard cock.

Harry was moaning and begging for me at this point, eager for more than just foreplay.

He lifted his hips, searching for friction, but I stopped him, wrapping my hand around Harry's dick and slowly stroking it while continuing sucking another bruise on his inner thigh.

"Louis." - He panted out.

I looked up at him from between his legs and the look on Harry's face made me weak inside.
The butterflies in my stomach batting wildly and that feeling in my chest that I had had since I met Harry, was spreading like warm fire in my chest.

He was truly gorgeous.
And he was all mine.

"Yes, sweet?"

"I... need please..." - He mumbled, sighing and begging with his eyes for me to understand.

I licked my lips in desire and kissed the inside of his thigh again.

"Say it, baby."

"Just prep me already. It's been enough teasing."

I snorted and moved up his body, lying back on top of him but supporting my weight on my hands.

"Whatever you ask for, you'll get it." - I said, leaning down and kissing him on the lips once more.

I reached out to the drawers where I had left a brand new bottle of lube and condoms this very morning, and quickly spread some of the lube in my fingers, not wanting to miss another second to be inside him.

Harry turned around, hands and knees on the mattress while he smiled sexily at me, making me bite the insides of my cheeks just to keep composure.

My fingers found their way to Harry's rim with no problem, sliding inside one at a time and pounding in and out but expertly avoiding to rub on his prostate just yet.

I focused merely on opening him, not giving him much else while he whined and dropped his face onto the pillow in complaint.

"Be patient with me, love." - I said, pulling out again and slowly sliding back in, finding a slow and teasing rhythm with my fingers.

My free hand moved around his torso, blindly grabbing his cock and stroking it at the same slow pace as my fingers.

I leaned down over his back, tempted to kiss every single curve of his back muscles with all the adoration in the world.

It's a rather slow process, intimate and quiet as Harry cries a little and mouths weakly at the thick skin of his lower lip.

Harry's eyes are glazed over with desire, frustration, fondness, adoration and pleasure alm at the same time. Yet, he keeps his eyes locked on me over his shoulder, barely ever blinking.

I leaned down until my chest was touching his back and whispered sweet nothings into Harry's ear.

His cock is still trapped in my hand, now just barely touching the mattress, as it is throbbing and leaking precome.
The slow drag is almost agonizing for both of us at this point, but I knew Harry was internally loving it.

"Do you think you're open enough, sweet?"

"Yes, please."

"Mhmm... please what?" - I teased again, kissing right below his earlobe.

"You're a fucking idiot. Just fuck me, Louis."

"Only if you wear my jersey while I do it."

Harry groaned and turned back around, falling on his back and looking annoyed.

"Fine."

I smirked, getting out of bed and picking his jersey with my name on it from the floor.

"You looked ravishing on this. All dressed up for me." - I said, climbing up in bed and placing the jersey over his head.

"Maybe I should wear it more often."

"Yes." - I mumbled, leaning down to kiss him again. - "Loved it."

"Good. Now fuck me."

"Wait. I'm enjoying the view."

"Why do you waste so much time? Really, we haven't fucked in weeks and you decide to make it as slow as ever, it's annoying." - He huffed. - "Besides, we have plans tonight. I still need to shower and get dressed and dry my hair, and you're just standing there with your cock in your hand staring at me instead of actually doing something." - He said.

I laughed, backing off and grabbing the condoms.
I ripped the condom open and slid it on my dick, making sure to add some more lube and stroke it up and down a few times.

"Are you quite done complaining yet?"

"I don't know, are you done wasting my time?" - He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. Imma fuck you."

"Bring it on, Tomlinson." - He smirked and I dipped down to kiss him hard on the lips.

And right then it was all mouths and tongues and hair tugging, hands roaming and clawing on our skins and cocks throbbing in anticipation.

I pushed inside of him slowly, getting him to adjust at first, trying to kiss him deeper and earning a few muffled moans out of his mouth.

I waited a moment, playing with his bottom lip between my teeth until his hand smacked my ass for me to move.

I freed his lip, starting to pound inside him and feeling the wave of pleasure that his walls clenching around me gave me.

"I know you can go faster, Louis. Stop being so damn careful. I'm not made of glass." - He huffed.

"You're being so bossy today, fuck." - I said, sliding my hands under the jersey and tugging at his nipples.

"Go. Harder." - He grunted, smacking my ass again.

"Only because you're asking so nicely." - I mumbled, biting on his lip once more.

I knelt up and took his legs up to my shoulders before leaning over his body again, finding a new and more comfortable position to make him see stars.

He wanted harder, he would get harder.

I speeded up, thrusting harder and bottoming out each time, aiming and hitting at his prostate, making him go lax underneath me, building both of our orgasms faster and closer to the edge.

The headboard was smacking into the wall with every thrust and I truly thanked living that high in the building, so I didn't have to worry about giving my neighbors a show.

Harry's abs started spontaneously clenching and his balls drew tight to his untouched cock.

"That's it, let go, butterfly. You've asked for it. I've got you. Love you. Wanna see you come apart on my cock."

I watched in awe as Harry careened over the edge, back arching off the bed, hands gripping onto my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as his orgasm slamed into him and warm spurts of come covered his jersey.

I fucked him through it, chasing my own release as Harry clenched around me.
Three more thrusts and my vision whited out.

"Holy fuck!" - I shuddered, every nerve in my body sparking like a fire raging through me.

"Yeah..." - He smiled dopely.

I kissed Harry's forehead and managed to hold myself up for a few more seconds but it was too much and I collapsed heavily onto Harry, my face burying in his neck, breathing him in, the sweet smell of sweat and sex and everything that is Harry overwhelming my senses.

His green eyes looking playfully at me while panting hard. His hands trailing up and down my chest until they found my sensitive cock and took the condom off, throwing it aside.

I rested on my back and opened my arms for him to crawl in and hug me.
He rested his chin on my chest and poked my cheek with his tongue.

I scrunched my nose and Harry giggled.

"So, this jersey is probably ruined." - He smirked.

"I'm getting you hundreds of those. Don't worry." - I said and he laughed.

"Good, because I will be there for you every single game if you're going to fuck me like this afterwards."

"Count on it." - I sighed, letting my eyes fall closed.

"You can't sleep. We have to leave in an hour."

"Let me sleep for just twenty minutes." - I growled.

"England, no. No sleeping. Family time. Up." - He said, poking my chest.

"Please, H. I'm sleepy."

Harry sighed and got away from me.

"I'll wake you up when I finish my shower."

"I love you."

"Love you too."