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Harry went back home a week and a half later. Louis was beyond elated, having not been there since Liam brought him to get some clothes so he could stay with him. Louis was giddy, pulling Harry into the house, softly, trying to remember about his injuries.

He was still very weak and he couldn't move without breaking a sweat and collapsing on the nearest thing to him.

When they entered the flat, Harry was breathing through his nose, jaw clenched. He stumbled towards the couch and plopped down quickly.

"Are you okay? Do you need water? Food?" Louis asks with a worried expression. Harry goes to shake his head but then the pain in his chest becomes more prominent.

"C–Can you get me the bag in the car? The one the doctor gave us?" Harry asks, but breathless. Louis nods sharply and runs out of the flat, his tail trailing behind him.

He comes back in seconds later, with a black bag in his hands. He hands it over to Harry and runs to get a glass of water. He saunters into the living room with the glass, smiling shyly.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, pointing to his chest.

"Sometimes, doll." Harry answers as he gets some pain medication from the bag. He takes it grimly and leans against the couch, sighing deeply.

"Is there anything I can do?" Louis asks, "Oh! I can kiss it better!"

Harry groans at how absolutely innocent he is. He laughs quietly before shaking his head slowly.

"I'm sorry, lovely. Come 'ere." Harry whispers and the small boy moves to sit on his lap, careful not to lean on him too much.

"Yes, daddy?" Louis asks and Harry knows he means well, that he doesn't really mean to sound so sexual but Harry closes his eyes, reminiscing the words.

"I just...been a long time since we've been alone. Miss you." He says unashamedly, leaning their foreheads together. Louis seems content on just staying like that, tail flicking on Harry's lap slowly.

Harry wouldn't move from this position if he had a choice. He just loved being in Louis' presence, being around him, with him. He wouldn't have it any other way.

"Y–You still like me? Even after what happened? After—"

"Yes, baby. I love you. Probably more than before. I mean, I'd obviously take a bullet for you, if I haven't made that clear earlier on." Harry chuckles lightly, trying to make light of the situation. Louis gives him a tight smile, eyes becoming watery.

"I–I never...want to see you get hurt a–again." He whispers, shutting his eyes tightly. Harry frowns and shakes his head, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy, kissing the top of his head softly.

"Don't worry doll. It won't happen."

"W–What if he comes back?" Louis asks, muffled by Harry's neck.

"He won't. He's been put away, princess. He won't bother us for a long time." Harry explains and Louis seems to relax quite a bit, shoulders sagging.

Harry lifts his hands up to Louis' face, pushing his chin up softly until he's looking at him, cerulean eyes staring back at him. He doesn't say anything, just looks at him for a moment before leaning in and planting a small kiss on his lips.

Louis sighs and wraps arms around Harry, fingers digging into his shoulders, kissing him feverishly. When they pull away their both panting and for a moment, the pain in Harry's chest is momentarily forgotten.

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Harry jolts awake, breathing heavily. His chest felt like it was on fire and he was having trouble breathing.

With shaking hands, he feels around blindly the bedside table for his pain medication. He grabs the bottle and opens it, only to drop it to the floor in his rushed state.

"Fuck." He curses and takes another deep breath before leaning over to try and reach the bottle. The movement knocks the wind out of him and he's panting within seconds.

Suddenly, Louis is hovering over him, face dark from the lack of light.

"What's wrong?" He asks, worriedly, hands flitting over the gauze on his chest. Harry clenches his jaw, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath through his nose.

"I–I...medicine." Harry gasps out and Louis seems to understand, jumping of the bed and grabbing the spilled pills from the floor. He hands them to Harry, who takes them gratefully along with a glass of water Louis brought him.

Minutes tick by in silence, as the small boy waits cautiously by the bed, watching as Harry slowly calms down. When his breathing has become stable, Louis settles back into bed, straddling Harry's hips while staring at him carefully.

"Are you okay?" He asks, voice soft and full of worry. Harry gives him a tight nod, turning on the lamp by his bed.

When he looks at him, he notices for the first time, the baby blue lace panties barely covering his crotch. Harry turns away the second his heart rate starts picking up again.

The small boy takes that movement as something bad and he shifts, trying to get a better look of Harry's face.

"Daddy? Does it still hurt?" He asks and Harry groans, shaking his head.

"No baby. I'm sorry for waking you. You should go back to sleep." He says, not daring to look back up at the small boy. Louis doesn't budge, instead he shifts again, until his bum is right on Harry's crotch.

Harry squeezes his eyes, straining to keep calm. Although he would love to do certain unspeakable things to the boy this moment, he knows he shouldn't. And he can't. The doctors specifically stated not to go through with any physical exertion. He needed to rest.

But he can't. Not with this angel sitting on top of him, making him achingly harder with every second that passes. He lets out a shaky breath as he taps Louis' thigh softly.

"Come on, love. Time for sleep." He says through gritted teeth. Louis stares at him for a moment before crawling off and lying next to him, curled into his side.

"Goodnight, daddy." He whispers, "Love you."

"Love you too, baby."

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Harry could barely sleep last night, the images of Louis straddling him quite clear in his mind.

When he woke up suddenly from the dream of Louis, he only groaned, getting out of bed slowly. He had a few weeks to himself, to become situated and feel better, but right now he felt on fire.

He stumbled into the bathroom, careful not wake the sleeping boy and started a shower. As he stripped, he couldn't get the thought of Louis out of his mind. He couldn't get the image of him on his knees, red lips and wide cerulean eyes.

He groaned and stepped into the shower, letting the water rinse over him. He waits a few moments, before he finally wraps a hand around himself, heart rate picking up suddenly. He gasps at the first touch, wishing for someone else's hands. He closes his eyes, leaning against the wall pumping himself slowly.

He imagines Louis shamefully, imagines his hands on him, his little whimpers and gasps mixing with his own.

He lets out a rather loud groan and he clasps a hand over his mouth, afraid that he'll wake Louis.

He's close already, so close. He moans, throwing his head back. And that's when he hears the bathroom door open. 

"Daddy?" Louis calls out and Harry wants to tell him to leave, but the way the word spills from his lips has him moaning obscenely.

"Fuck." He whispers, hand picking up the pace.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Louis asks and Harry could see his silhouette moving towards the shower door. The small boy opens it and gasps, looking away.

"I...what are you doing?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. Harry groans at his innocence. He knows he should stop, should not take advantage of something so pure.

"Fuck, princess, look so good." He says instead. Louis blushes at the compliment, although he's still confused. Harry notices how he's wearing one of his shirts and the lace panties under it.

"Are you hurting, daddy?" He asks worriedly and Harry shakes his head frantically.

"No, baby. Fuck." Harry replies and Louis looks up at him through his eyelashes. Harry's hand speeds up again and suddenly, his back is arching and he doesn't take his eyes off the small boy as he rides through his orgasm.

Louis doesn't look away, completely transfixed on the way Harry looks, red lips and mused hair. Green eyes almost black from lust. He doesn't know what he's doing, only that he can't look away.

When Harry's calmed down, he's breathing heavily against the shower wall, remnants of what just happened disappearing down the drain.

When he looks back at Louis, he sees his blue eyes staring at his crotch with a curious expression. Suddenly, Harry feels ashamed. He closes his eyes and curses himself.

"Does doing that make you feel better?" Louis asks, tilting his head curiously. Harry bites his bottom lip roughly.

"Yes." He says after a moment. Louis beams as if an idea has just occurred to him.

"Then you should do it more often, daddy!"

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I forgot what eyebrows were called so I called them eye-mustaches and was confused when everyone laughed at me.

And I've seen Civil War like four times already I need a life.