Harry's POV:

I stared at the sleeping boy on my bed, my eyes dancing over his soft, delicate features, to the oversized clothes he was wearing. I smiled softly and walked over to his side of the bed, stopping for a moment when I reached him and seen his eyelids flutter like he was going to open them. I held my breath, anxiously waiting for him to open his eyes and catch me being a creeper, but he didn't.

All that happened is his eyelids fluttered and his mouth fell open, a small sigh escaping past his dry lips. I exhaled deeply and leaned over, brushing his damp hair off of his forehead before I placed a gentle kiss on the side of his head, just above his eyebrow. He mumbled something in his sleep and nuzzled his forehead against my hand, then went limp once again.

Smiling to myself, I carefully pulled the blanket out from underneath him, then pulled it up so it was covering his body, only the top of his head being visible. Carefully, I grasped his feet and scooted him down the bed a little further, so his head wasn't pressed against the headboard. I tucked the blanket around his body before I walked over to my side of the bed.

I eyed the platter that was on my nightstand table, knowing that Louis wouldn't be waking up soon so I might as well through the soup out. I picked up the bowl and walked over to the balcony doors. The doorknob was cool in my hand when I twisted it, a strong breeze blowing through the doors as soon as I opened them.

"Jesus," I mumbled under my breath. Quickly, I dumped the soup of the edge of the railing, then I retreated back into my warm bedroom. I yawned quietly and set the bowl on my dresser, right next to a picture of my mom and me from when I was in kindergarten.

I rubbed my eyes and walked back over to the bed, though I set down on my side this time. The mattress formed around my butt as soon as I set down, relaxing my aching spine. I sighed deeply and laid back, my head resting on the pile of pillows that was right next to Louis'. I lulled my head to the side and stared at him, drinking in as much of him as I could before I had to turn off the light.

I admired the way his long eyelashes fanned across his cheekbones, and the way his upper lip twitched with each breath he took. Small snores escaped past his lips, and if it had been anyone else, I would have covered their face with a pillow. Snoring, to me, has never been adorable in any sort of way, up until tonight. Then again, anything this small boy does I think is adorable, or completely annoying, but the difference is one I can never tell.

Letting my eyes linger on him for a second longer, I rolled over onto my back and clapped quietly, the room soon being enveloped in completely darkness. My chest rose and fell quickly, but the longer I laid there, listening to Louis breath, the steadier my breathing became until we were in sync, the rise and fall of both of our chests matching.

A small smile graced my lips and finally, I was succumbed in to sleep. My head fell to the side and my lips parted, the last coherent thought being one of Louis, and the way he looked wrapped up in my oversized t-shirt.

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There was someone talking in a hushed voice only inches away from me. I could feel their breath tickling my neck, and I could hear their words in my ears, but I was still trapped in my sleep state, so nothing they said made any sense. I knew I should listen, that it was probably something important that my mother needed to tell me, but I was tired. I couldn't even muster up the will to open my eyelids, and I didn't want to. I wanted to fall back asleep, to be dead to the world for a few minutes longer.

And it would have happened, too. If my bloody brain wouldn't have reminded me who I fell asleep by lastnight. As soon as his name ran through my mind, I was fully awake and bolting up in bed. The covers slipped off my body and I looked around the room, my eyes wide but still heavy with sleep. Finally, I looked at the small body next to me, watching as it curled back and hid under the heavy blanket.

"Louis," I breathed out, my voice thick with sleep. I cleared my throat and turned so I was facing him, my legs slipping underneath my blanket. I could feel his cool toes as they brushed against my calf, the touch alone being enough to send me back into my frantic state, but somehow, I remained calm and somewhat sane.

"Good morning, sleepy head," he said, giggling shortly after and if that wasn't the most beautiful noise I have ever heard, then I have no idea what is.

"Morning," I yawned out, grimacing when I inhaled through my nose and smelt my disgusting morning breath.

I looked at Louis, expecting him to come out from underneath the covers so I could see more than his eyes, but he wouldn't move. His face stayed hidden, but his eyes continued to dart from my face, down to wherever, then back up to my face. Out of curiosity, I glanced down and grinned when seen what had him so frightened.

"Wha'? Never seen morning wood before?" I asked, moving my hips a little so my cock bobbed in my boxers. It wasn't until I had looked down and seen my tented underwear, that I realized my pants had been taken off in the middle of the night and thrown at the end of the bed. It wasn't too shocking, though, considering I have sleep stripped before.

"First of all, you are disgusting, and second of all no! I have never seen morning wood on another person," He shrieked, the blanket falling down to his lap when he flung his arms around to make what he was saying even more dramatic.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Disgusting because i'm not ashamed with my package." Rolling my eyes, I scooted to the edge of the bed and climbed down. "Now, if you need me, don't. I'll be in the bathroom." With that said, I walked across my room and towards my bathroom door.

Without giving in and glancing at him one last time, I walked into the dark room and closed the door behind me before I flicked on the light and turned to the toilet. I quickly took a piss, ridding myself of my 'disgusting morning wood'. I flushed the toilet and went to walk over to the sink, but my foot got hooked on something and had stuff flying across the floor.

I cursed under my breath and looked down, seeing Louis' soiled clothes were now scattered out across my floor. I mumbled profanities under my breath and walked over to the sink, not even bothering to clean up my mess. With what little patients I had left this morning, I quickly brushed my teeth, choosing to ignore that it was on the counter rather than in my tooth brush holder, and returned to my room.

Louis was still on my bed, though this time he was sprawled across it and his tummy was slightly visible due to his shirt rising up. "The bathrooms all yours," I mumbled quietly. He waved a hand in my direction, then let it rest on the visible patch of skin on his tummy.

"I already used it," yeah, and my toothbrush too.

Brushing the thought off, I walked around my bed and set down on my side, there still being plenty of room between me and Louis. "So...." I said, dragging out the 'o'. I had no idea how I was supposed to react, or what I was supposed to say. The only time I have ever woken up with someone in my bed was that one time I got extremely drunk back where I used to live and drug that older guy home with me.

But even then it wasn't this awkward. Well, it wasn't for me. As soon as I woke up, I woke his ass up too and kicked him out. I found it quite funny watching someone scrambling to get their pants on as they're running down the street. It is something I will never get to see again, or at least I hope I won't.

"What?" He asked, lulling his head to look at me.

"What, what?"

"You said so," oh, right. I did say so.

Shit. What the hell am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to ask him if i'm taking him home, or am I just supposed to give him his clothes and send him on his way, hoping that he won't die on his long journey home.

"Stop staring at me like that," Louis snapped, dragging me out of my rambling thoughts.

"Like what?" I asked, honestly having no idea how I was staring at him. I thought I was staring at nothing in particular as I tried to think of what I was going to do, but based on the way he looks and sounds, I wasn't.

"Like i'm a one night stand you're dying to get rid of," he whispered, and this time he didn't sound so ferocious. He sounded more hurt than anything, and it made my heart hurt. I didn't want him to feel like I wanted to get rid of him, nor did I want him to think he was just a one night stand. He was much more to me than that, and besides, I couldn't even really consider him a one night stand because we technically didn't do anything but sleep.

Like I said, I am shit in these situations.

"Oh come on, I wasn't looking at you like that. I was just wondering if you would need a ride home later," I said, only speaking half the truth. I didn't want to tell him exactly what I was thinking and chance hurting him even more, so I decided I would spare his feelings and twist the truth.

Rolling his eyes, because he apparently caught onto my not so subtle save, Louis rolled over onto his stomach and flung his legs over the bed, then stood up. "You can take me home now," He said, puffing out his chest as he stomped around my bed and towards my door.

I laughed at how winsome he looked with his chest puffed out and his head held high. I waited until he walked past me before I grabbed his arm and tugged him towards me, making it so he collided with my chest and we both fell back against the bed. "You are not leaving yet," I wheezed out, my breath getting knocked out when he had fell on me.

"Especially not in my clothes," I added when I caught my breath, a smirk tugging at my lips when he blushed.

Grabbing ahold of his waist, I flipped us over so I was now the one hovering over him, one of my legs being in between both of his, and one of my hands caressing his cheek. I stared down at him, my eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes. I went to lean down to kiss him, but as soon as my lips got close to his, he turned his head so my lips came in contact with his cheek.

"You are not kissing me," he chimed, sounding as stubborn as ever.

"Oh, and why not?" Come on, give me one bloody kiss.

"Because, I'm saving myself for marriage,"

The corner of my mouth tipped up and my eyebrows sank into a disbelieving gaze. "You're what?" I asked, scoffing at the idea of him not kissing me again until I married him, which I never would.

If my eyes would have strayed from him for even a second, I never would have caught the twitch of his lip and the humor dancing in his eyes. "You're a little shit," I playfully growled, my hand pushing his cheek so he was once again facing me.

Without giving him a chance to think about it, I dipped down and captured his lips in a kiss. My lips moved against his for a few seconds and finally, he melted into the mattress and his hands flew up and fisted into my hair, his own lips moving against mine and giving me the chance to taste his mint flavored breath, confirming what I had already known.

I slid my hand down his cheek, my fingers skimming across his neck and cloth covered torso before I finally reached the end of his shirt. I slipped my hand up his shirt, my fingers gently gliding across his stomach and exploring every inch of smooth skin I could possibly reach while he would allow me. I discovered that he had sharp hip bones, and that he had a deep arch in his back, and that if you brushed the skin just above his ass crack, he would bow beneath you.

Sounds I have never found so arousing left his mouth with every light touch and swipe of my tongue. I swallowed each and every one of them eagerly, not knowing when I would be able to hear them again. I lightly traced his spine with the tips of my fingers, mesmerizing each dip and curve of it.

"Harry," Louis moaned loudly against my lips, his back arching even further up and making his chest hit mine. I pressed my lips against his once again, trying to keep him quiet so no one else would hear these wonderful noises, noises that only I will ever hear.

Tugging at my hair, Louis maneuvered himself beneath me and wrapped his legs around my waist before he grinded his ass against my growing erection. This time it was me that moaned. A broken, high pitched noise floated past my lips, only to be covered by Louis' more powerful moan, which had my body shaking above his.

I could feel my penis as it became fully hard, precum leaking from my slit and making my boxers stick to me. I wanted to press myself against him, to give into the urge and to fuck him right here and now, but a part of me knew that I couldn't, that he wasn't ready. "W-We should p-probably stop," I stuttered against Louis' lips once I found the willpower to break our kiss.

Louis whimpered and rubbed his ass against my dick again. "I want you," he moaned, his fingers curling even tighter in my hair, making it so I couldn't pull back without hurting myself.

"Louis, you're not ready," I growled through clenched teeth. It was taking every ounce of self control I had to not just pull down his pants and fuck him right now, to give him what he wants. His ass was pressing against my most sensitive area, and I could feel the heat he was radiating from being so turned on.

"You don't get to decide that, Harry. I'm ready, please," he begged, his head lifting up so he could attempt to kiss me once again, but I couldn't. I couldn't continue this knowing where it would eventually lead, and knowing that he would possibly regret it.

I stared into his disappointed blue eyes and shook my head, watching as every single ounce of fight left his eyes. He was giving up. He was giving up fighting with me about this, and he was likely giving up with everything.

"You don't want me like that?" The question was followed by a choked sobbed. I felt my heart constrict painfully at the noise. How could I do this? How could I be the one who caused him to sound so broken, to look so broken?

"Of course..." I tried to speak, but I couldn't be heard above his crying, and I didn't want to shout. I knew that would only upset him more, but I had to do something. I had to shut him up, and I had to do it without hurting him, or scaring him.

Despite my mind telling me not to, I reached down between us and grasped his aching cock in my hand. I felt as it throbbed quickly, etching an unfamiliar rhythm into my palm. Louis gasped loudly and bowed his back, his lips parting as he moaned loudly and thrusted his hips upwards.

"Don't move," I growled, figuring that if I was going to do this I was going to do it properly. I scooted down the bed, keeping Louis' member firmly in my hand, and stopped when my butt was resting on top of his calfs.

Keeping my eyes focused on his visible navel, I let go of his penis long enough so I could tug down his boxers, watching as it sprung freely once it escaped the tight confinement of his boxer, before it fell against his tummy and laid there, throbbing and leaking precum on my shirt. I wasted no time in touching him, my palms itching to feel his thick, but slightly smaller, penis in my hand.

"Be quiet," I whispered in a somewhat commanding voice. Swallowing thickly, I looked up at Louis from underneath my eyelashes and just as our eyes locked, I wrapped my hand around his dick and began to slowly move it up and down in a teasing, yet pleasurable rhythm.

A moan lodged itself in my throat when I watched the scene in front of me unfold. Louis' eye's widened, his pupils blown and completely covering his iris, and he let out a choked moan. I bit my lip and looked down at my hand, my thumb dipping into his slit so I could collect some precum to make my hand move a little more smoothly.

The clear liquid coated my thumb before I spread it along his shaft, making my movements even easier. "Harry," Louis moaned loudly, and out of the corner of my eye, I seen his hands fist in the sheets, his knuckles turning a white color.

I tried not to focus on my own cock that was throbbing painfully in my tight underwear, precum leaking down my inner thigh. I shifted my hips a little, trying to maneuver my penis, and had just set back down again when I felt something warm, and sticky, landing on my hand and splattering down the back of it.

"HARRY!" Louis scream at the top of his lungs, his eyes screwing shut and his face scrunching up in complete pleasure as I continued to move my hand up and down, riding him through his orgasm. My hand had jerked a little when the cum had first hit my hand, partly out of shock, but mostly from the beautiful nose that came out of the beautiful boy.

When his body slumped back against the mattress, I let go of his limp penis and stood up, quickly scurrying to the bathroom. I washed my hands as quickly as I could, then got a towel wet with warm water. I ringed it as best as I could, my breaths coming out in short, shallow puffs as my ears began to ring from my own problem in my pants.

I shook my head and walked out of the bathroom, not glancing at myself in the mirror, and glanced at the small boy that was still lying on my bed. His boxers were pulled down to his thighs, hugging them tightly, and cum was splattered along his torso, just above where his now soft penis laid.

"Just rest," I whispered to him, kissing one of his hips bones before I gently began to clean him up. When I was finished, I pulled his boxers back up, ignoring his pants that had somehow managed to make their way onto the floor, and carefully set him up so I could pull the soiled shirt off of him.

He mumbled incoherent things to me and sighed happily when I laid him back down against the mattress, a dopey smile stretching his lips. I smiled softly and shook my head, throwing the ruined shirt into the corner of the room, along with the washcloth. I climbed back up on the bed and laid next to Louis, my hand stretching out so it was lightly brushing against Louis.

I didn't grab his hand. Instead, I waited for him to extend his hand and grab mine, but he never did. We just laid there, my erection soon going away and leaving my with sharp pains in my lower stomach and penis. I didn't say anything though, because I didn't want him to feel like he owed me anything, like he had to do to me what I did to him.

I wasn't going to pressure him into anything he didn't want to do. I wanted to take this at his pace, even if that meant I will be giving him hand jobs for the rest of my life. It would be worth it. It would be way more than worth it, actually.

Louis POV:

My arms and legs were complete jelly. I couldn't move anything, no matter how hard I tried. My mind was hazy and I felt like I was floating on cloud nine. It was a wonderful feeling, one I have never felt before, even when I wanked off myself.

I couldn't explain it, but the way it felt to have Harry's hand wrapped around me was amazing. So amazing that I couldn't even be bothered by the fact that I had just had my first orgasm in front of someone, and I had just received my first handjob.

I could feel Harry's hand lightly pressing against mine, but I couldn't do anything about it until at least five minutes passed by and my body began to regain feeling. My fingers twitched a little and finally, I was able to inch my hand a little closer to Harry's and wrap my fingers around his. We weren't holding hands completely, but we were holding fingers and that was enough for me.

"Thank you," I whispered lazily, my eyes staying closed as I relished in the way I felt for a little longer.

"Don't mention," He said, his voice quiet like it always got when he was lost in thought. I didn't even have to question what was on his mind, because I knew what his problem was. He had blue balls, and I had no idea if I was ready to help him with it yet. I mean, up until twenty minutes ago I wasn't even sure I was ready to be naked in front of him yet, yet here I am, half naked in my post-orgasm state.

"Do..." I began, but instantly shut up when Harry's bedroom door opened and someone cleared their throat.

Both Harry and I shot up, our hands flying away from each other. Harry slid down the bed a little, putting a little space between us, and I glanced at the door. A woman was standing in it, her shoulder length dark brown hair flowing around her shoulders. She stared at me, her green eyes moving over my face, down to my bare chest and torso, then back up to my face.

We locked eyes for a second, but she quickly ripped her eyes away and looked at Harry. I exhaled deeply and clenched my hands into fists at my sides. I was stalk still in my seat, my body tense due to the awkward atmosphere. I waited for someone to yell out 'awkward', figuring that it was bound to come soon but all that happened was she walked into the room and closed the door behind her.

"And who may this be?" she asked Harry, gesturing towards me though she was still staring at him. I swallowed thickly and looked at Harry pleadingly, silently begging him not to tell her what had just happened, and to not mention anything about me. I just wanted him to make his mom disappear so I could get dressed and leave.

"Louis, this is my mum. Mum, this is Louis." Harry didn't even glance in my direction when he introduced me to his mother. I poked my cheek with my tongue and scoffed under my breath, my eyes casting to the floor.

I wanted to stay looking at the floor, but a voice in the back of my head was telling me to stop being a coward and to show this woman that I could handle my own, that I wasn't weak. I bit my tongue harshly, practically being able to taste the blood that has yet to seep out of my tongue, and looked back up at the woman that was Harry's mum.

"Hello, I'm Louis Tomlinson," I said with as much courage as I could muster up, but my voice still wavered. I stood up and extended a hand, which she took and shook softly before she let go and let her arm fall limply at her side.

"Anne Twist," She said to me, but she was still eyeing Harry.

I knew that look all too well. It was a look a mother gave her child when she was disappointed in them, but didn't want to voice her disapproval because she knew now wasn't the time. I knew that I was the reason for that look, that if I would have made Harry take me home last night that I wouldn't have had this awkward meeting with his mother, and he wouldn't be getting in trouble.

"Urm..." I began, scratching the back of my neck as I searched the room for an escape. "I need to use the restroom." I rushed out, quickly spinning around so I could close and hide behind the bathroom door.

Once the door was closed, I felt the tension leave my body and I relaxed. I held my breath and pressed my ear against the door, trying to listen in on what they were saying to see if anything was to be said about me.

"What were you thinking Harry," Anne hissed under her breath, the bed creaking slightly from her weight as she most likely sat down on it.

"I wasn't thinking, is that what you want to hear?" Harry hissed right back, but if i'm being honest, his sounded a lot more terrifying than hers did.

I pressed my palms against the door, my cheek pressing against it as well so I could try and hear better. "No, Harry. I want to hear what was running through your mind when you brought him here last night! I thought you were done with that! I thought that when we moved down here things would be different. You promised you wouldn't do this anymore,"

Wait, hold up. Do what? What was she talking about?

"I haven't had sex with anyone down here, if that's what you're talking about," I wanted to open the bathroom door and smack the smug look off of Harry's face, which I knew that he most likely had, and I wanted to tell him to stop rolling his eyes at his mother for her just trying to protect her son.

"I just walked into your room and there was a half naked boy on you...."

"He's different! I haven't had sex with him, and I won't be for a while. Jesus! Why does everything always have to be about sex with you!" Harry shouted, and his voice practically shook the walls. I jumped back, my heart thumping away in my chest.

I felt my chest grow tight as memories of my own mother yelling at me surfaced. My breathing increased, my chest rising and falling quickly. I held my hand over my heart and tried to take deep breathes to calm myself down, but my body froze when the bathroom door opened and I was being tugged out of the room by a large hand, that was honestly using a lot of force.

He pulled me into the middle of the room, making it so I was facing his mum and only a few feet away from where she was sitting on the bed. "Have we had sex?" Harry asked me, and I could already tell how irritated he was just by him speaking.

I blushed furiously and looked up at him, my face falling when I seen how serious he looked. "No why," I whispered, shaking my head softly. I looked at him questioningly, having no idea why he was asking me these questions.

"Have I tried having sex with you?"

"No, why?"

"Do you want to have sex?"

I gasped and scoffed at the same time, the mixture causing me to cough. "No! I told you..." I clamped my mouth shut when I realized that his mum was still in the room, and that it wasn't just the two of us, which is why he's asking me these questions. "Ohhhh, I mean, no. I don't want to have sex yet," I said, sounding as confident as I felt which wasn't much.

Talk about being the slowest one in the room.

I nodded my head and looked up at Harry, a small smile slipping onto my lips when I seen he was staring at me. Slowly, but surely, a smile slipped onto his face as well and he took a step towards me, but something must have reminded him of where we were because he took a step back and looked back at his mum, his face going back to an unreadable one.

I sighed sadly and looked at his mum as well, seeing she was glancing between the two of us and a smile was threatening her lips. And, just like someone flipped a switch, all disappointment left her face and she now looked like a proud mother bear that just witnessed her child catch it's first fish on it's own.

"He's different," Harry said, repeating what he told his mom earlier. Without glancing at him, I walked towards him and wrapped my fingers around his, to show her that I not only was proud to hold his hand, but that I was also willing to hold his hand and defend him.

"I can see that now," She whispered, her eyes glossing over like she was going to cry. Without another word said to me or Harry, she climbed off the bed and left the room, leaving the door open. I could hear her as she walked down the hallway, her almost silent sniffles echoing in the hallways.

Looking up at Harry, I smiled and stood up on my tippy toes to peck his cheek, because I figured that we had won. I figured that just by me holding his hand showed her that I was different, I guess. Different how, I don't know. But I still knew that, despite my lack of knowledge with Harry's past relationships, that I was indeed different.