"Ow, fuck. What is that?!" I ask, still back to Harry. He doesn't answer me, he just continues... whatever the hell he's doing.

Harry POV

I insert one finger inside of Louis's hole and he puckers. "Ow,fuck. What is that?" he questions loudly. I don't want to tell him what I'm doing, it may kinda freak him out. I continue pumping my finger in his hole.

I put in a second finger and scissor him open. Louis almost screams but I cover his mouth. My third finger enters him and he cries out. My fingers brush his 'sweet spot' and he moans quietly against my hand. I remove all of my fingers and take my hand off of Louis's mouth.

Louis looks into the mirror beside us and glares at me from the mirror. I shrug my shoulders before grabbing my cock and Louis's shoulder. He stumbles back but catches his balance. I give no warning before plunging into him.

I see tears brimming in his eyes from the mirror and slow my pace. My member taps his spot every time I push back in. He moans my name repeatedly. "Oh my god. Harry, harder." he shouts. I plunge into him harshly, filling him entirely.

The sound of our thighs slapping together almost makes me lose it. I low groan falls from my lips as I pull out. He whimpers lightly at the loss of contact.

"Bend over the counter." I tell him. He obliges and swivels his hips. Oh, what a tease.

I re-entered him, my cock smacking his spot. I feel pressure in my spine and I know I'm about to bust. Louis grabs himself and starts pumping. Moments later I come hard inside of Louis. He follows shortly after.

The only sound consisting in the bathroom is our breathing. I pull my pants back on and he does the same.

"Shit, my mum!" he exclaims. I laugh halfheartedly as he jets out of the restroom.

"Oh. Boys, you're back." my mum says with a small smile crossing her face. I look around and Louis's mum hasn't come back from the line. We sit on stools near my mum and awkwardly grin at each other.

"We may just do that a little more often." Louis whispers to me and I smile. He leans over a little and kisses my lips rough. I open my mouth and press my tongue against his. Realizing where we are, I pull away. He frowns and lifts a brow,"What's wrong?"

I look around, his gaze follows. "Later." I smirk.

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Louis POV

"No, mum. I'm not hungry. I'm full from breakfast." I announce. Yeah, I didn't eat breakfast, but she won't remember that. Maybe.

She looks at me sideways, but doesn't comment. I miss my Harbear. Though i saw him twice after we left Mcie D's, I can't wait to see him tomorrow.

My phone rings in my back pocket and I hastily exit the room to answer it. Zayn, my caller ID shows. I want to ignore it but my curiosity overwhelms my sensation of... hate.

"Yes, Zen?" I say, calmer than I feel.

"Are you making fun of my accent? And I wanted to apologize. I know you already apologized to me but, yeah." he says.

"Of course I'm not making fun of your accent. Apology accepted. Yadda, yadda, yadda." I laugh. I hear him lightly laugh too, I smile widely. What? He's like a freaking god or something. I mentally laugh at the image of him in a toga with Zeus sitting next to him.

"Well, whatever. Still friends, yeah?" he asks.

"Of course we're still friends mate." I sigh, slightly wondering why he thought we weren't mates anyway. I just brush it off. "You're funny Zen, yu funneh meh Zen bebeh." I say, mocking his Manchester accent.

He laughs lightly,"Good. So, uh, how's your, err, boyfriend?" he asks, seeming almost... nervous? Since when does he say "uh" and "err" in ever sentence? And did he just ask about Harry? My subconscious nods and I mentally blast him away on a small rocket.

"Good, why do you ask?" I ask, my voice barely over a whisper.

"Just... just wanted to ask I guess" he says almost silently. This just got awkward. Just before I could respond to Zayn, a knock was heard at the door.

"I got it!" I yelled to my mum and Lottie, since they were in the kitchen and I'm sure it was for me anyway. I fast-walked to the door and opened it. Standing there was not, in fact, someone I knew. But a random person to me. He was pretty tall, had short hair, and looked a little like this boy at my old high school, Liam, I think his name was.

"Hello? Louis? You still there?" I heard someone say. Oh, right, Zayn. I told the guy to come in and got my mum before walking upstairs and into my room.