Louis' POV

As soon as we got home Harry grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the living room.

"Can you lay down on the couch please?" Harry asked me. I did so immediately. I'd do everything this boy asks me to without any questions.

He got on the table and started taking pictures of me. I was a bit worried that he'd fall since I know how clumsy that boy is.

And at one point what I was afraid of actually happened, he slipped and thankfully fell on top of me. Thank God he didn't hit his head or anything.

I let out a groan once he landed on top of me. Not because he's heavy or anything but just because it caught me by surprise.

"Sorry," Hazza apologized with an embarrassed expression.

"It's alright, darling," I said to him. Really, it was more than okay. He was so close. Our faces were only inches apart and I rested my hand on his pretty little waist.

I looked into those breathtaking forest green eyes of his. I looked for any sign of discomfort but when I didn't find any I started leaning in. A moment later our lips met and I felt instant fireworks. His lips were so damn soft and felt great against mine.

I then realized that Harry wasn't reacting. God damnit, he doesn't like it. Just as I started pulling away he started kissing me back.

I put one of my hands on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. He let out a moan and God did it do things to me.

"What the fuck is hoping on?!" we were interrupted by an angry voice. We pulled apart quickly and looked at the person.

"What in the bloody hell was that?" a furious Liam asked.

"Chill man, it was nothing," I tried to calm him down. He doesn't get what's going on.

"No, it was not nothing! Louis, you're fucking married!"

Like I don't know that. He should keep his mouth shut if he doesn't know anything.

"I'm so sorry," I heard Harry say quietly before he quickly got off me, grabbed his camera and ran out of the room.

Fucking hell. I was actually making some process and Liam just fucking ruined everything. That fucking bitch.

"Harry!" I called after him. I started running after him but Liam grabbed my arm, efficiently stopping me.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked him through gritted teeth.

"Where the hell do you think you're going? We need to talk about this. Right now."

"No we fucking don't." I ripped my arm away from him but he just grabbed it again.

"You cheated on Zayn! How could you? He loves you so much. I don't even wanna know how upset he'll be. I know I was joking about you liking Harry the other day, but seriously?"

"Just calm the fuck down for God's sake. I did not cheat on Zayn! And he won't be upset."

I then thought back to our conversation about Harry.

"Okay maybe he will be a bit upset but not for the reason you think," I added.

"Won't be upset? You're insane. I'll go talk to him," he said and stormed out of the room, most likely to go find Zayn.

I'll deal with that later. Right now I really need to talk to Harry.

I went up the stairs as quickly as I could and knocked on his door.

"Darling? Can I come in please?" I asked him. Sure I could just barge in there but he might not want to see me right now and I respected that.

"Darling?" I asked again since he didn't answer me. I yet again didn't get an answer so I let out a sigh.

"Alright, I'll leave you alone. When you're ready to talk come and find me. And Darling? I'm sorry for kissing you," I said and left.

I figured he just needed to be alone for a while so I decided to go deal with Liam and my probably slightly mad husband.

They were both already waiting for me  at the bottom of the staircase. Zayn looked a bit worse than slightly mad. Oh shit.

"You kissed him?!" he yelled at me. Okay, maybe he's a lot more than slightly mad.

"Baby, calm down."

"I can't believe you did that! We already had a discussion about it!" I hate that he's upset at me. We rarely ever argue but when we do it's bad.

"I'm sorry, alright, but the moment was perfect!" I justified myself.

"We already agreed that he's too young for us to do anything!"

"No, you just said that but I never agreed. I told you that you can't decide that for him!"

"Okay, what the hell is going on here?" Liam interrupted our argument. I completely forgot he was even here.

"You're not angry at Louis for cheating on you? And you've discussed what exactly?" Liam asked Zayn.

"He didn't exactly cheat on me. It's a bit more complicated than that. And we've discussed our attraction to Harry before," he explained to our friend.

"You're actually attracted to Harry? Both of you?"

"Guilty as charged," I confirmed.

"Well damn. Alright then. I mean I get it I guess? He's very pretty. But both of you?"

"Yeah, both of us." Zayn said this time.

"So why are you mad at Louis?" Liam asked. Exactly! That's a great point if you ask me.

"Because I think he's too young and innocent for us. You know what we're like."

"Yeah, I do. And I completely agree, but I'm fairly sure that he likes you guys too. It's pretty obvious. But what exactly are you expecting from him? As I've said before, he's definitely not the type to just sleep around."

"We don't just want to sleep with him. We want a relationship with him," I told him.

"If this would have happened the last time I was here, I would have been completely against it. But now that I've gotten a closer look to how you all act around each other, I actually kind of encourage it. What exactly are you waiting for anyway? Life's too short not to actually live. And he's 18, right? So that means it's okay."

"I'm waiting for this idiot to agree to it," I said while pointing at Zayn.

"You know what, Lou? Let's make that boy ours," Zayn finally blessed my ears with that sentence.

"Fuck yeah!" I fist bumped the air and celebrated with a little victory dance. I probably looked ridiculous but I didn't even care.

But then I remembered our current situation. "Actually, we might need to get Harry to forgive me first."

"Why is he mad at you?" Zayn asked.

"Because I kissed him," I explained. I guess he didn't want me to kiss him after all, even though it seemed like he was into it.

"You're such an idiot, Louis. How about I try to talk to him?" Zayn offered.

"I'm not sure that's such a great idea," I said. It could either help Harry or make him even more upset and I'm not risking it.

"Let me try at least."

"Fine," I sighed. Zayn went on upstairs to talk to our baby and I held my breath. Not literally of course. God I hope this goes well.

Harry's POV

I still can't believe I kissed a married man. And the worst part is that I liked it. I liked it a lot. It was way better than anything I could ever imagine.

I've never in my life felt as guilty as I do now. I don't think I could ever face either of them again. I should probably move back home. Yes, I definitely should.

But what am I gonna say to mummy? That we got into a fight? No, I don't want to make it look like it was their fault in any way.

Maybe she doesn't even have to know. I don't think Zayn nor Louis would care enough about me anymore to tell her.

I stopped my little pity party and started packing all my stuff.  I probably forgot some of my things but oh well, its not like anything is truly irreplaceable. Nothing except for my bleeding heart. 

I was just about to leave the room when there was a knock on the door.

"Harry? Can we talk please?" Zayn's voice came from the other side of the door.

Oh no. He's probably here to yell at me. I know I definitely deserve that and so much more but I hate people yelling. What was weird though is that he didn't sound very angry. Maybe he doesn't know yet?

I opened the door reluctantly and Zayn stepped in. He didn't look mad at all. He's probably just a good actor. Or he actually doesn't know.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Why are you crying?" he asked me in a gentle tone. I didn't even know I was crying until he pointed it out so I wiped away the tears.

"I'm fine. I'm just so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I promise. I'm sorry," I apologized and started crying even harder.

"Oh sweetheart, you have nothing to apologize for. I promise you didn't hurt me at all in any way," he comforted me and pulled me into a hug.

I wanted to push him away. I knew I didn't deserve his comfort but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So my crying got even worse, almost hysterical, but he didn't seem to mind at all. He just rubbed my back and whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

He picked me up like a child and sat down on the bed so I was straddling his lap.

"Now tell me what made my little sweetheart so upset."

"Don't you know?" I asked him quietly and buried my head in his chest so I wouldn't be able to see his face.

"Know what? That Louis kissed you? Is this what this is about? Why are you upset about that? Did you not want him to kiss you?"

Wait whaaaat? Why isn't he upset? Does he not love Louis? No, that's not possible.

"I did and that's the problem! I'm so so so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear. It just happened."

"Sweetheart, I'm not upset about the kiss at all," he promised.

"Why not?" I asked him and looked up.

"It's a bit complicated," he sighed.

"Do you not love Louis?"

"I do sweetie, I love him a lot."

"Then why aren't you mad at me? You should hate me!"

"I could never hate you. And I'm not upset because I know he likes you. And I like you too."

Pardon? Did I just hear that correctly? "I'm sorry what?"

"I said that I like you, Harry. Louis and I both do," he said seriously while staring at me straight in the eyes.

"Really?" I asked insecurely. Why in the world would these two drop dead gorgeous and not to mention highly successful men like someone like me?

"Yes sweetheart, so much. You're so perfect. How could anyone not like you?"

I blushed deeply at his words and  a zoo of butterflies appeared in my stomach.

"I like you guys too." As soon as the words left my mouth I felt a pair of lips on mine.

This time I didn't even think about pulling away and let myself get lost in the feeling.

One of my hands went up to his hair. I was surprised he let me since I've seen how obsessed he is with it.

He pulled me even closer to his body by my waist. I may or may not have let out an embarrassing moan that made my cheeks get red as a tomato.

"Fuck, that was hot," he said and deepened the kiss even more, turning it into a proper make out session.

"Well isn't this a sight for the sore eyes," I heard Louis' voice. He was standing in the doorway, leaning on the wall.

"Please don't stop because of me, I was enjoying the show," Louis smirked.

"You're welcome to join the show, Lou," Zayn told Louis.

"Oh I will." He slowly walked over to us and sat down next to Zayn. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss.

The feeling of being so close to them was pretty intense. Maybe even a bit overwhelming. In the best way possible though.

I was still sitting on Zayn's lap and he was still holding my waist. Feeling both of their hands on me gave me butterflies.

"I take it your talk went well?" Louis directed the question to Zayn.

"It went amazing."

"Darling? I'm sorry the kiss made you upset earlier, it's the opposite of what I wanted," Louis apologized to me.

"It's okay, I know you didn't mean to." I blushed because of all the attention on me.

"Good. Now how about we continue?" Louis asked and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, making me burst out in giggles.

"Oh shut up," he said in a light, joking tone.

"Make me," I said quietly. I've seen people say that in books and I've always wanted to try saying it. The look in his eyes made me regret it though.

"Ooh you shouldn't have," Zayn whispered in my ear. I looked at him and gulped.

Suddenly I was ripped out of Zayn's lap and placed into Louis'. I shrieked at the sudden movement.

"You're in so much trouble, little Darling," Louis told me in a kind of a scary tone.

He put his hands on my waist, awfully close to my behind, and pulled me roughly towards his body.

And then our lips met once again. This time it was so much more passionate, much more rough. I must admit, I definitely didn't mind.

We kissed like that for a few minutes until we both ran out of breath. Louis rested his forehead against mine and let out a sigh.

"Oh if only you knew the things you do to me," he whispered to me. I didn't respond but all I could think was that I had a pretty good idea.

The door to my room opened once again. This time Liam was the one to enter.

"Oh wow, you guys work fast," he said with a chuckle. I looked up at him and blushed while Louis and Zayn smirked.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving now. Harry, you did great today and if you ever wanna work together again just give me a call."

"Thank you for your help," I thanked him politely.

"Anytime. Bye guys," he waved at us and left.

"My polite little baby," Louis said while playing with my hair. I immediately turned red.

"You've had him for long enough," Zayn said and pulled me into his own lap again.

"Hi, baby," he greeted me with a quick kiss.

"Hi, Zaynie." I kissed his cheek. I wasn't quite brave enough yet to initiate a kiss with either of them.

I then let out a yawn. I was tired from waking up so early and all the excitement of the day.

"Is our baby sleepy?" Zayn asked me. I nodded and rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands.

"We should all take a nap then," he suggested and I was very eager to agree.

The three of us laid down on my bed. It was a bit smaller than theirs so we didn't have as much room as usually but I couldn't bring myself to complain.

This is all I've ever wanted.

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