A/N: This is not my best chapter! But bare with me! There are more great things to come! :)

Breaths mingling together, Louis turned over on his side and stared up at Harry, his bare chest pressing against Harry's bare side. His hand traced over the large tattoo that took up most of his torso, covering the abs Louis was finally able to touch. "Was I good?" Louis asked quietly, embarrassment flaring brightly on his cheeks.

Eyes glued to the butterfly that he found odd, but beautiful, he couldn't help but wiggle the lower half of his body. He was incredibly sore, and still sticky even though Harry had cleaned him up, but he was completely satisfied with himself and everything right now. "It was.. Really good," a lazy smile tugging at Harry's lips, he looked down at Louis' finger that was just now tracing over the right wing.

Moving one of his arms from behind his head, he quickly reached down and grabbed ahold of Louis' hand. Pressing their palms together, Harry lifted their hands up and just stared at them. His hand was incredibly larger than Louis', giving him the chance to bend the tips of his fingers down and over Louis'. Their hands stayed like that, pressed together and hovering over Louis' head and Harry's torso.

"Are you lying to me?" Louis asked, voice hushed. Wiggling his fingers, that were still trapped beneath Harry's, he bit down on the inside of his cheek and looked up at Harry. His pupils were still blown from what had him and Harry had been up to earlier, and his lips were terribly swollen from not only him biting on them, but Harry too. "Are you... Or would you ever lie to me?" he asked, speaking a little louder this time so he knew Harry could hear.

Their eyes locked, and Louis held Harry's swimming gaze. His emerald eyes were reflecting Louis' face, which was still lit up from the lanterns that were glowing brightly, and Louis found himself gasping almost inaudibly... Almost. In the reflection, he could see himself, but he didn't look like himself. His eyes seemed brighter, his face rosier, his lips plumper, and he had this certain glow that made him look nothing like himself.

"What would I get out of lying to you? I mean, yeah. I could say that it was terrible, and possibly lose you, or I could say it was the best sex ever, even if it wasn't, just so I could get more sloppy sex, because hey, it's still sex, right?" Harry paused, his eyebrows furrowing. He had seen the way Louis' eyes wavered, and he knew he was hurting him rather than assuring and comforting him. "I mean, ugh," letting go of Louis' hand, Harry raked his fingers through his hair then set up so him and Louis were face to face. "No, I would never lie to you. If I didn't like the sex, I would tell you. I mean, I could have sex with anyone I wanted to, so if you weren't good, why would I stick around?"

Louis knew Harry wasn't meaning to hurt him with his words, but he still felt a small ball of pain lodging itself into his heart before it spread throughout his entire chest. But like he said, he knew Harry wasn't meaning to hurt him. The older boy may be good at a lot of things, but he was never really good at expressing his feelings. Much like Louis. Swallowing back his ridiculous emotions, Louis forced a smile and reached a hand up and pressed it flat against Harry's cheek.

The older teen nuzzled his face into the small hand and smiled back at him, his chest deflating when he realized he actually didn't fuck up for once and was able to speak something that maybe made a little sense. "I was hoping you would stick around because of my amazing personality and hilarious jokes. Not just because of my amazing sex," Louis whispered, his thumb brushing along Harry's lower lip.

Snorting, Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. We'll call your many different personalities amazing, as long as we both agree I'm the one with the hilarious jokes."

"Oh, please. You think your jokes are so great, but they are really stupid and people just laugh because they don't want the special child to feel left out," pulling back, Louis' puffed out his chest and cleared his throat a few times before he brushed his hair in front of his face and looked down at Harry. "Why did the baboon ask the giraffe 'Why the long face?'" Trying to make himself sound like Harry, Louis looked around much like Harry did a while ago at school before he leaned to the side, patted Harry's chest and said, "Because he thought his neck was his face," falling to the side, Louis erupted into loud, manish laughs, which sounded like deformed squacks, but he was trying to sound like Harry did and even though the older teen was slightly annoyed, he found the younger boy's reenactment enduring.

"You're such a dork," Harry said, his head shaking as he quietly laughed. He gently shoved Louis' shoulder when he tipped his head back and let out one of the most annoying noises anyone has ever heard, which sounded exactly like one of Harry's retarded laughs.

Wiping tears away from his eyes, Louis' rubbed his aching stomach and climbed back up onto his knees, but made sure his butt didn't touch the back of his thighs because it was really starting to hurt. "Can I be a cute dork?" he asked, batting his eyelashes. He leaned forward, making it so he was now on his hands and knees, and began to slowly crawl towards Harry. He began to bat his eyelashes and made his bottom lip protrude, which made his blue orbs grow even rounder and softer.

"As long as you're only my cute dork," Harry whispered, his heart expanding more and more the longer he stared at Louis. Blinking slowly, like he was confused by Harry's words, Louis finished crawling the rest of the way up so he was now sitting between Harry's legs.

"If I am only your cute dork, would that make you my cuddly bad ass? And only mine?" Louis asked, his hands splaying on his nearly bare thighs. His boxers hugged his thighs tightly, the thin material being the only thing covering his body.

Harry pursed his lips to the side and began to tape his chin with his pointer finger. Was he ready to give himself to Louis yet? Would he really be willing to risk saying he was Louis', when the boy could, at any moment, decide he didn't want anything to do with him again. Laughing internally, Harry shook his head. He was overthinking this. It wasn't like he was confessing his undying love for the boy. Well, not that there was anything to confess.

"If you are mine, then I am yours," Harry said, nodding his head. He looked down at Louis, and his heart felt like it exploded when he seen that shy smile Louis was directing his way.

"Harry Styles is mine?" Louis asked out loud, the words sounding so odd but they felt so good to say. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Harry, holding him in a tight embrace. "Thank you. Thank you for everything," Louis whispered, getting ready to pull back because Harry hadn't moved, but then a pair of strong arms were wrapping around his waist and he was being crushed to the other body.

"No, thank you for showing me there is more to life than fighting, parties and random hookups."

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~1 week later~

Shoulders squared, eyes straight forward, and hands in tight fists, I stayed focused on a blank spot on the wall in this boring ass store. My eyes would occasionally drift to the back of the store, by the suits, which is where my mum and Louis were. They were both gushing over suits that I could wear to prom, and every few seconds, Louis would giggle before looking over at me. I caught him looking every time, and he would giggle even louder and quickly look away.

We've been here for over an hour and we have yet to find a suit for either of us to wear. We've, well Louis', tried on multiple suits and despite my reassurance that he looked good, he claimed that it wasn't 'the right suit'. I was trying not to seem bored or unhappy right now, considering it took us the entire week to convince Louis to let my mum buy him a suit for prom. He said he didn't want to feel like he was getting a handout, and that he would come up with the money on his own, but after my mum pumped him full of sugary cookies, lemonade and promises that this wasn't a hand out, but rather a gift, he finally agreed.

"Harry! Come here, we found the perfect suit!" My mum hollered, her hand frantically gesturing for me to come over. I rolled my eyes and walked over to where they were. Leaning against one of the changing room doors, I looked at the suit my mum was proudly holding up and I had to swallow back the snarky comment that instantly popped into my head. It was a green suit with a red tie and white shirt.

"It's not really me," I said, trying to not sound as rude as I wanted to be.

"Are you sure? I think the green will really make your eyes pop out!"

"Yeah, no. Not me." I would rather not look like I was about to attend a Christmas party.

Louis took the suit from my mum and held it up against my chest, then shook his head. "Definitely not, but I do know what is," he said, throwing the shirt at me before he scurried over to the other side of the store.

"What is that boy up to?" my mum asked me, her head peeking just above the racks of clothes.

"I have no idea," I sighed, finally looking down at her when I lost sight of Louis. "He's probably picking the second most ridiculous suit in this store,"

"Which was the first?"

"Yours," I snorted and held up the god awful suit. My mom swatted my chest, then ripped the suit out of my hand and carelessly slung it over one of the racks. She held up a finger and pressed it to her lips, then winked.

We both laughed, ignoring all the glares we got from the employees because we were both being too loud. A few seconds later Louis came running back over to us, a black thing behind his back that he was trying to hide, but he was too small to completely do so.

"I think this," holding up a simple black suit jacket that hung on a hanger, "Will go perfectly with a pair of your black skinny jeans, a black button up shirt and your weird black dress up shoes," he said, pride gleaming in his blue eyes.

I thought about the outfit for a second, and I was honestly shocked that it wasn't the most displeasing sight my mind has conjured up. "That works for me," I said and shrugged.

"It's a lovely idea, but absolutely not. Harry will wear a suit," my mum said, looking pointedly at me.

"I would love if he wears a suit, but both you and I know this is the closest thing to a suit that Harry will wear," Louis said, coming to my rescue which was weird. It was usually me that came to his rescue, not the other way around.

"Fine, fine. But we will be getting you a new shirt, pair of jeans and shoes. You will not be going in those things that have rips in the knees. And what are we doing for a tie?" she looked at me, then Louis, then turned around and walked directly to a tall rack of numerous ties.

"Do I have to wear a tie?" I asked, not intending for it to come out a whine but it did.

"Yes," both Louis and my mom said in unison.

"Great, the tag team is back," I said, rolling my eyes but it was in more of a fond way. I acted annoyed when these two got together and agreed on almost everything, but I secretly loved it. It was nice having someone around that my mum liked, and was comfortable enough around that she felt that she could pick on me with them.

"Shut up," once again, said in unison. Louis and my mum looked at each other, then they turned to the rack of ties and began to talk about which one would look better.

Thirty ties later and they both sighed, obviously giving up. "I'm done, we can go now," Anne said, wiping her forehead off with the back of her hand.

"You act like shopping is such a hard thing,"

"With you, Harold, it is," Louis said, using the name he always seemed to use when he was upset with me, or just wanted to get on my nerves.

"Okay, Lewis," I said, grinning, "Wait, don't we need to get Louis' suit?"

"Nope, we already got it. You were too busy in lala land,"

"Then where is it?"

Louis blushed and looked down at the ground, his hands visibly tightening around the hanger with my shirt on it. "Iwastooshort," he rushed out, head still bowed which made it absolutely impossible for me to hear what he said.

"What?"

"I was too short, so they have to make the sleeves and pants shorter," he said, glaring at me.

"Ohhh, so you're not just my little shorty?"

Huffing, Louis punched my arm then stormed past me. "I'm putting the shirt on the counter," Louis yelled over his shoulder before he did just what he said. He threw the shirt on the counter, nearly hitting the lady behind it, then stomped out of the store.

"I'll go get him," I sighed. I took long strides out of the store and out into the crowded sidewalk. I looked around for a second, then spotted Louis walking down the sidewalk, his brown head bobbing just above everyone else's shoulders. "Tomlinson!" I shouted, and just like I expected, his head snapped around and his eyes widened.

Don't run. Please, don't run.

Going against everything I wished, he began to run past all the people. Closing my eyes for a brief second, I took a deep breath then began to run after him. "Move... Don't touch me... I will elbow you in the face,"

The crowd of people began to thin out, and that allowed me to get to Louis faster. I was just within reach of him when the clumsy ass looked behind him at me, got scared, tripped over his feet and feel forward. Luckily for him, he hit into a guy. Bad thing for me, the guy spilled his coffee all over his suit and instantly pushed Louis backwards once he regained his footing.

"What the fuck, man! I have a meeting to be at in five minutes and you just ruined my shirt!" he yelled at Louis, his free hand poking at Louis chest.

"I'm sorry," Louis said, his back hunching as he coward back.

I walked up behind Louis, just in time too, because the guy shoved him a little harder and Louis stumbled backwards, only to hit into my chest. "Jesus, don't you fucking watch where you are going? You just hit into another guy's chest, you fucking mo..."

"I'd refrain from finishing that sentence," I said, my voice becoming raspier and deeper. "And if I were you, i'd take you, and the stick that's up your ass, and just walk away,"

"Oh, and who the fuck are you?"

"Not somebody you want to yell at, that's for sure,"

"Unbelievable," the guy growled. He looked at me, then glared at Louis. His jaw clenching, he threw the rest of his cup on the ground, making it so it splashed up on Louis' white skinny jeans, then shoved past me and began to walk in the direction I just came from.

"You alright?" I asked Louis, my voice back to its normal raspiness. I placed my hand on the small of his back, my fingers curling so I could grip his shirt. He was shaking violently, his small body trembling beneath my hand. "Shh, it's alright," I pulled him against my chest and glared in the direction the guy had went in. If I wasn't trying to straighten up my act, I would have bashed that guys head into the fucking concrete.

"I'm still mad at you," he said, pushing me off of him.

"For what?" I asked, incredulous.

"For pushing until I told you why we didn't have my suit," he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're such a baby,"

"Am not,"

"Are so,"

"Fine, then you're a pedophile. You pedophile."

"Not my fault I like sweet asses," smirking, I grabbed ahold of Louis arm and pulled him back against my chest. "Now, since I am already a pedophile, let me give my baby a hug,"

Louis resisted for a second, then melted into the hug and wrapped his arms around my torso. He buried his head in my chest and squoze me tightly, and I wasn't against it. It felt nice having him hug me as tightly as he was. "You're a pervert," he mumbled against my chest.

"I know,"

Standing there for a few seconds, Louis pulled back and looked up at me. "Give me a piggy back ride back to the store? My little legs are tired?" he puffed out his bottom lip and batted his eyelashes.

I refuse. I will not give him a piggy back ride just because he asked for one.... And here come the puppy dog eyes.

"Fine," I breathed out. Turning around, I crouched down and held both arms behind my back.

"What are you doing?"

"Crouching down so you can get up, what else?"

"I can jump, you know?"

"Can not," Ha! I highly doubt he can jump up that high.

"Wanna bet?"

Not really, but whatever. He can break his ass trying to jump up high enough to climb on my back. I honestly don't want to fight.

Shaking my head, I stood up straight and looked at him over my shoulder. "If you fall and crack your head open, I hope you know the first words I will tell you when you wake up are 'I told you so,"

"Then don't let me fall." Oh, love. I wouldn't dream of it.

Looking back down at the ground, I held my arms behind my back again and waited a few seconds. I began to grow impatient, but then I felt Louis grabbing ahold of my shoulders, followed by a loud grunt and his legs wrapping around my waist. I swayed a little, but managed to regain my balance. My hands instantly grabbed ahold of his ankles, and he clasped his arms around my neck so they were tight, but not too tight.

"Onward, my trusty stead!" Louis said, his one arm gripping tightly around my neck so he could point forward.

"Shut it, or i'll drop you on your ass and not regret it," I growled, but kissed the corner of his hand. I jumped slightly, repositioning Louis just a little bit, then began to walk forward. I have carried Louis to bed once, so I knew that he wasn't too heavy, but with him like this, he felt lighter than my backpack.

Hooking his chin on my shoulder, Louis rubbed his nose against the underside of my jaw, making goosebumps instantly arise on my skin. "Like what you smell?" I asked him quietly, my thumb subconsciously rubbing small circles on his ankle, which was peaking out of his rolled up skinny jeans.

"You smell like vanilla," he said quietly, his warm breath ghosting over my neck.

"I wonder why," I said sarcastically. The past few nights Louis has slept on top of me, his head resting in the crook of my neck, which made me smell heavily of vanilla.

Louis hummed, but didn't say anything else. We walked in silence the rest of the way to the car, both of us too entrapped in our own world to notice all the people staring at us, and when my mum seen us, she quickly got out of the car and opened the back door. I backed up, then set Louis in the seat and made sure he was buckled up before I closed the door and climbed up front.

The moment I closed my door, I felt a small hand sneaking between the small crack between the door and the seat. When I didn't react, he began to tug on the sleeve of my shirt until I laced our fingers together.

My mum looked at me and we exchanged a silent conversation before she nodded and said, "We'll go shopping for the rest tomorrow,"

Me and my mom may not have the best relationship, but she always knows what I am thinking. Even if she says she has no clue what I am thinking, or when I am lying, she always does. All i've ever had to do was look at her once and it's like she sees right through me.

Some days, like today, it's a blessing. Other days, it gets annoying and I wished I could keep something to myself for once.