"I've hated you from the start, but I feel like I've loved you since the beginning."

~~~

Harry could only feel Louis.

Louis's hands on his cheeks, holding Harry close.

Louis's toes on his feet, giving the small lad four inches of height.

Louis's body against his, keeping him on edge.

Louis's lips sealed with his, kissing him with all he had.

Lust was seeping through their veins thanks to the dance, blood pumping quickly due to their rapid hearts.

Harry's hands were encasing Louis's hips in a grip, leaving marks as usual,
fingers sneaking into Louis's panties.

"I need you," Louis breathed, moving his hands to tug Harry's tie off. "Do you wanna tie me up?"

"No, need you to ride me," Harry grunted and Louis nodded frantically, dropping the item to the floor before shrugging out of his unbuttoned shirt, lips still moving with Harry's in a dirty kiss.

Harry was thankful he'd coated his legs with scar makeup because he didn't know what he'd do if Louis saw the four-day-old marks, an angry red, still scabbed over a little.

Besides, Louis would be over him so it's not as if he could see the scars anyways.

Louis was desperate, pulling Harry from his thoughts and onto the couch similar to the one that was in Harry's last dressing room- sleek, black leather.

"Ed will kill me if cum stains get on that," Harry mumbled as Louis straddled him.

"Don't give a fuck," Louis mumbled, moving to shove his fingers into his mouth. Harry beat him to it, sucking Louis's fingers into his mouth, eyes locked on Louis's face as the older boy's jaw dropped. Harry's tongue ran over the digits, coating them with spit.

Louis moaned, putting his hand behind himself and pushing the panties aside, digging a finger into himself.

As Louis fingered himself open, Harry pulled his hard dick from his boxers, relieved that he could leave the clothing to cover his pale thighs- just in case.

"Harry," Louis moaned, scissoring his fingers inside himself.

"What is it, doll?"

"Your fingers are so much longer, so much better," Louis whined.

"I know, love, but my dick will be so much better, I'm so hard for you," Harry said softly, brushing back Louis's feathery hair with his fingers.

Louis nodded, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on Harry's boxers before staring at Harry, who pulled Louis in for a kiss.

"Take me into your arms and prove that I'm the only one you need," Louis whispered, giggling shyly.

"You've been waiting for that, huh?" Harry replied, smiling softly. Louis just nodded. "Can you blow me, baby, gotta get my dick wet so we can fit it in, yeah?"

Louis nodded again, moving onto his knees between Harry's legs, eager to be on Harry's dick. Louis's  hand and lips wrapped around Harry's erection, taking him in while pumping him softly.

Harry moaned, tangling his spidery digits into Louis's damp hair, shivering when he felt just how hot Louis's body was, already sweaty.

You just danced, nit, 'course he's sweaty, Harry thought to himself as Louis swallowed him. Harry groaned deep in his throat, animalistic, needing to be in the beautiful man.

Louis dribbled saliva onto Harry's erection, ignoring his own throbbing cock for once, and Harry noticed this, watched as Louis merely palmed himself once before returning his hand to Harry's dick.

"C'mon, Doll, need to be in you," Harry ordered, tugging gently on Louis's hair.

"Sorry, Daddy," Louis whispered, coming up to straddle Harry's lap again, lining the younger man's dick up to his hole, breaching it with the head, Louis groaning at the discomfort.

Louis slid onto Harry's cock anyways, a little tight from not being properly fucked in a good two weeks and Harry knew that Louis's last fuck was Niall who wasn't nearly as thick nor long as Harry was; Louis's informed Harry of this fact the first time Harry found out what was going on.

Harry didn't want to think of Niall- couldn't think of Niall because he was bottoming out, balls pressed right against Louis's ass.

The older lad was breathing heavily, arms snaked around Harry's neck. He moved in to press desperate kisses against Harry's lips, relaxing his body.

"Good boy," Harry hummed, snapping his hips up. Louis moaned, leaning down to breathe harshly into Harry's neck as Harry began to fuck into him, causing Louis's flushed dick to bounce inside his panties, tip peeking out of the top.

"Harry! Fuck, Daddy, m'gonna come already! You're so big, so good," Louis sobbed.

"You can come, but you've got to let me stay inside, I'm not close enough," Harry ordered.

"Yes, sir."

"Come, baby, so you can really ride me, send me to my orgasm, up and down like a zipper," Harry breathed out huskily, causing Louis to moan and spill cum into his panties.

"Good lad you are... Ride Daddy now, please?"

Louis nodded, placing his heels onto the leather couch and working his legs up and down, riding Harry properly even with how sore his hole was becoming.

"So tight, baby. Shit can you bite my neck or something?"

Louis didn't reply, he just bent over and began sucking on Harry's neck. Louis's dick was hard again- Harry could feel it against his toned stomach, rubbing against the lace panties.

"Faster, harder," Louis moaned. Harry bucked into him several times, entering his release with a satisfied moan, filling Louis to the brim with hot cum.

"Come again, Lou," Harry ordered, pumping Louis's dick, ignoring how sensitive his own cock was as it softened in Louis's hole.

Louis came, some cum getting onto the couch. Harry immediately scooped it up with has fingers, ordering his boy to suck them, which he did.

"Missed this," Harry admitted as Louis smiled dazedly at him. "Missed you."

"I know," Louis said, pulling himself off of Harry. "I've missed this as well."

Harry sighed, pulling his boxers back up as Louis shifted awkwardly, pulling his panties over his leaking hole. Harry was satisfied knowing his cum was filling Louis up.

"I'm going to your dressing room and getting you some panties, alright? We both have private shows to do," Harry said, pushing back Louis's sweaty hair and kissing his forehead.

A few more hours of working and they drove to their separate apartments. Harry got a hold of Zayn and decided that him, Louis, and Ed could attend their DJ's party that night.

Harry showered and changed into black skinnes, a white tank top, a green plaid flannel, and brown boots. A brown hat was placed over his long hair, sealing the look. He grabbed his keys and phone, letting Louis know he was on his way.

~~~

"Hey, Zayn," Harry greeted his friend as they entered his flat. It was wide and spacious. Even though this was a party, Harry knew it was their best bet because it would be fun but not too crowded.

He was right.

"Hey, Harry. Ed. And... Louis? Quite a combination," Zayn said, eyeing the three of them.

"I'm done being a bitch," Ed said, pretending to flip hair from his shoulder with his hand. "I'm just gonna move on. Want to hook up?"

"As fun as that sounds," Zayn said sarcastically, laughing softly, "I've got a guy I'm eyeing tonight."

"Ohhh, do tell," Ed said, bouncing on his toes.

"No way, Ed, you'll cock block the entire time," Harry said with a chuckle.

"As if I want Zayn."

"Everyone wants Zayn," Harry said with a shrug.

"Yeah," Louis agreed. "Look at him."

Zayn winked, taking a sip from his cup.

"Shit!" Louis said suddenly, ducking behind Harry. "Shit, shit, shit!"

"What is it, baby?" Harry asked immediately, folding a protective arm around the smaller man.

"Zayn, you're friends with Niall?" Louis hissed, pointing out the small Irish lad as he chatted with a girl.

"I met him the other day," Zayn said slowly. "He was at the club."

"He was?" Harry snapped, staring at Louis's 'friend' with distaste.

"Yeah, couldn't keep his eyes off Lou," Zayn mumbled. "Told him Louis was taken and he ought not to try."

"And he just left?" Louis asks in surprise.

"That's the guy Louis was sleeping with," Harry mumbled and Zayn widened his eyes.

"Oh! Wow... Yeah, he left right after. He looked sad so I followed him and invited him here tonight."

Ed finally spoke, giving Louis a small smile. "I could keep him distracted, Louis."

"You'd do that for me?" Louis asked in surprise and Ed shrugged.

"He's pretty cool... I just... I feel like it's the right thing to do," Ed mumbled.

"Getting soft on us, Ed?" Harry cooed, pinching Ed's cheek.

The redhead smacked Harry's hand as if it carried a disease. "No. Maybe I'll get a nice fuck from it. Haven't had one since..." His eyes flickered to the floor then back to Niall. "In a while."

"Go get him," Louis encouraged, shrugging.

Ed nodded and patted Harry's back before saying, "I'm going in. Have a good night. Get laid. See you tomorrow," and he was gone.

"He's strange," Zayn said with a laugh.

"Yeaaaah," Harry said, smiling a little. "He's definitely different."

"Can we dance?" Louis asked suddenly.

Harry shrugged, guiding Louis to the middle of the room so they could dance to the music.

~~~

It was the second time that night that Harry was hard but he couldn't help himself.

Louis mixed with weed was a bad decision. They didn't drink anything, only smoked a little, but Harry already felt high around Louis and the drug didn't help anything.

Zayn unlocked the guest bedroom for them and Harry had the door locked back and Louis pinned on the bed in seconds, grinding against him.

Louis unbuttoned Harry's jeans, eager to have Harry's dick inside him again.

"Still loose from earlier," Louis mumbled into a heated kiss. "You can push right into me."

Harry groaned, wiggling from his jeans and helping Louis out of his right after.

Harry stood up and was lifting a leg up to wiggle out of his boxers when Louis gasped, staring at Harry's showing thigh.

Harry suddenly thought shit because all of his makeup was gone and his scars were on full display. He pulled up his boxers quickly but Louis stopped him, climbing from the bed.

Harry's heart was pounding hard in his chest as Louis's tiny hands pulled down Harry's boxers.

It should've look provoking when Louis dropped to his knees but tears were streaming down Louis's face and his hands were pulling Harry's legs apart to examine the inside of his thighs.

"Lou-"

"This is all my fault," Louis said suddenly. A wrecked sob left his lips merely two seconds later.

"No," Harry whispered, closing his eyes. "No, baby doll, it's not your fault. I did it."

"Because of me!" Louis sobbed. "I made you do it. I'm so selfish!"

"Louis..." Harry said softly, opening his eyes to touch Louis's face, wiping at his tears.

"There's so many!"

"Baby... I-I know it looks bad-"

"Why do you do this, Harry, I love you so much, please don't do this," Louis cried, wrapping his arms around Harry's thighs.

The younger lad sighed, reaching down to pick Louis up and lie him carefully on the bed, kissing his lips gently as Louis clung to him.

Harry rubbed Louis's arms gently. "You said you-"

"I know! I do love you, Harry, but this is what I was talking about! If you can easily hurt yourself-"

"I'd never hurt you," Harry said firmly. "Not in that way, I'd never put you through any real pain, Louis."

Louis wiped his eyes before letting out another sob. "I love you."

Harry finally smiled, kissing Louis firmly on the lips, straddling the older lad, hands braced around Louis's head to hold himself up.

"You know I love you, Louis. I'm so happy to hear you say that," Harry breathed.

Louis smiled sadly, using his hands to trace Harry's jawbone. "Harry?"

"Yes, doll?"

"Can we try something?"

"Anything."

"Can we... Can you make love to me?" Louis whispered.

Harry broke into a grin, eyes watering over and he was just so happy and so in love that he didn't know if he could even live without the boy below him.

It was something special, Louis was something special.

"Yes, baby, of course. I've hit lube this time-"

"I'm stretched-"

"C'mon, baby, I know you like the sting but tonight I just want you to get off on how much I love you," Harry whispered. A tear fell off his cheek, play teeing onto Louis face, and Louis let out a wet laugh, nodding.

Harry pecked Louis's lips before grabbing the lube packet from his jeans. He pouted half onto three fingers, going on and letting two enter Louis.

"Fuck, Louis, it's only been a few hours and you're so tight," Harry moaned as Louis's tight heat swallowing his fingers.

"Yeah," Louis grunted. "Glad you wanted to prep me."

Harry smiled softly, kissing Louis as he fingered the boy open, enjoying the way Louis whimpered into his mouth.

"Another," Louis grunted and Harry wiggled in a third, opening Louis up properly.

After about five minutes of finger-fucking, Harry pulled out his fingers, wiping them on the comforter, and pouring the rest of the lube onto his dick.

He took the time to look at louis- really look at him.

Louis's eyelashes were fluttering over his eyes, dark blue and dilated with lust. His cheeks were red and his hair was sweaty. Pink lips tilted into a shy smile and his pretty, ink less chest glittered with sweat as well. Louis's flushed dick was pressed against the small swell of his stomach, dipping down into sharp hipbones and thick thighs.

"You're gorgeous," Harry thought aloud, reaching down to kiss Louis's collarbone.

"Oh, Harry... Make love to me, please, make me yours again."

"Always mine," Harry assured him as he pushed into Louis's hole slowly.

The two shared a sigh of relief, here pecking Louis's jaw in appreciation.

The sex was different than any other time. There was still the passion, but it was explainable this time, defined by love. They could only say each other's names, sweet on the tongue. The moans were softer, the thrusts were gentler, and 'I love you' was the only full sentence either of them could speak.
~~~

Okay lots of smut you got there but I found it cute I hope you did two.

Now, before you take my head, I'll apologize for not updating when I said I would.

My really good friend ran away from home the night I promised an update and I was panicked. I'm writing this really late at night and I'll publish it when I wake up.

Also

I want to let you guys know that when you correct my mistakes, I'm thankful. I love when you give opinions on different things. I love that you guys are active.

But I spend a lot of time writing for myself and for you lot and one girl had the nerve to tell me I'm not a true fan because I feel like One Direction isn't the same.

Okay.

I get it. One Direction is still them but I personally feel like it's not a compete thing, like it's missing a puzzle piece.

And I was like "how dare she accuse me of not being true".

And I muted her instead of going off which is a big thing for me.

I have my opinion like everyone else and it upsets me that someone could say something like that to me when I try so hard to keep updates often and keep you entertained.

I also write for myself because it keeps me from thinking about depressing things so I won't stop because of some silly comments but I want to let you guys know that it really upset me so I've been a little upset lately in general.

If you read this note, comment 'marine' and I'm going to send you a very special message in your inbox because that means a lot to me.

also I want to let you guys know that both of the twin stories are posted so enjoy them (: updates may be a little more scattered but don't worry, they won't be too bad

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