"Are you willing to die for me?"

Harry thought it an odd question. Not because they just met a couple weeks ago and because he didn't even know Louis' middle name, but because the answer was so obvious that Harry was taken aback by it.

"Of course."

Louis sighed, sounding almost disappointed by Harry's response. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Harry leaned in and kissed Louis' cheek in reassurance, "I'm a big boy, and if I chose to put myself in danger for you then so be it."

Louis shook his head, "I can't let you get hurt."

Harry huffed, "Ok I know you're not a pornstar, but whoever your boss is, is way too up tight."

Louis chuckled but didn't smile, "For good reason, love."

"Why can't you just tell me? Are you a drug dealer? Private security? Are you a spy or something?" Louis tensed at the last guess and Harry noticed, "Bull shit, you are not a spy."

Louis just laid completely still, hoping Harry would just talk his way through all of it and Louis wouldn't have to say anything.

"You're not a spy...oh my God you're a fucking spy!" Harry twitched in Louis' arms.

"Hush, you have to be quiet." Harry covered his mouth with a hand for a moment to contain his grin. "Its not funny, or even happy. This is serious, Haz."

Harry morphed his face into something serious and nodded. He took his hand away and whispered, "Do you have a laser pen?" Louis rolled his eyes but nodded. "Oh my god, no way!" He whisper-yelled, "That's so cheesy."

"Hey its useful okay?"

"What else do you have?"

"We're not talking about this right now. What we need to talk about is us."

"Us," Harry repeated with a dopey smile, "I like us."

Louis allowed a smile too, "I like us too." Harry kissed Louis quickly and then snuggled into his chest. "But we still have to talk." Harry hummed his agreement. "No one can know." Harry made an un approving sound but stayed close. "No public dates."

Harry's head popped up, "Dates? We're dating?"

Louis stroked his cheek and nodded, "If you want."

"Oh I want." Harry confirmed and laid back down. "What else do I get."

"No, Harry, this is a list of things you don't get."

"Boo," Harry joked.

"Hey," Louis' toned turned serious and made Harry quiet and stiffen. "This is important and not at all funny, so listen up."

Harry pulled back to look Louis in the eye. "Sorry," he apologized sincerely.

Louis sighed and kept going, "You can't send phone calls, or texts, or emails. I contact you only."

"What? What if I miss you?"

"You will miss me. I'm gone from home at least eighty percent of the year. I won't be around for more than a couple days at a time. That's something you also need to take into account when you decide."

"When I decide what?"

Louis gave an exasperated look and reaffirmed, "When you decide whether or not you want to be with me."

Harry creased his forehead up and and pursed his lips, "I thought I was pretty clear earlier. I've already decided. I'll take whatever rules you give me."

"I'll never meet your family. You'll never see my apartment. You'll never marry me. Have kids with me. I can't give you any of that."

Harry visibly deflated as Louis kept talking. "How about we talk about what you can give me," he requested sadly.

Louis felt his heart twist in pain at Harry's voice, "I can give you me. Which is more than I ever thought I could. I'll do whatever I can to see you between missions. I'll think about you constantly. And I think I'll love you. I didn't think I was capable of being in love. But with you, I think I can. You make me feel things I've never felt before. Things I gave up on a long time ago."

Harry's smile was blinding by the end of Louis' confession. He pulled Louis closer, so he was half on top of him, and kissed him hard enough to make his lips tingle. "Can we make a deal?"

"Probably not, but try me."

"Can I get a few presents before you leave me to keep me from getting lonely while you're gone?"

Louis smirked at Harry seemingly innocent request, "Like what?"

"Like," Harry trailed a finger down Louis clothed chest to his jeans, "Id love a picture of you," he accentuated what he meant by cupping Louis in his hand, "A video maybe." Louis shook his head, "Maybe," Harry bargained, "And maybe you could pick out something for me to use while you're gone. Something you know I'd love."

Louis shivered at the idea of picking out sex toys with Harry. "Maybe," Louis had to clear his throat and start again, "Maybe we could do some of that."

"Maybe," Harry quipped.

"Maybe," Louis teased. "But for now you won't need a picture, or even a video, because you have the real thing."

"Thank God for that," Harry smiled and pulled Louis on top of him.

This is a pretty short one, but I'll update again soon! Thanks for the reads yall xo!!

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