"Hello, angel, or should I say boyfriend," Nathan's voice says deeply down the phone, succeeding in making me flush. "How are you this morning?"

I walk out of my room in my boxers, planning to get something to eat, phone pressed to my ear, hair up because it is annoying me. I smile, fondly.

"I'm really good," I reply. "How are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about last night," He says, making me smirk. "It's making me hard at work, and it's annoying when I'm in a suit."

I laugh.

"Sorry," I get into the kitchen, scouting for what I could make. "I'm glad you enjoyed me."

"I didn't just enjoy you," He laughs, sounding offended. "I loved you. Didn't you notice?"

I blush, palming at my face even if no one can see me because he's just so lovely.

"I noticed," I grin. "I loved it."

"I love you." He responds, making my heart flutter.

My hands freeze on the fridge.

"You're too kind to me," I blush. "I guess I love you too, you soppy bastard."

He laughs loudly.

"I'm rather proud of that, actually." He sounds like he's smiling.

"Well, I'd rather my boyfriend be soppy than cold," I smirk. "Thank you for that."

"What are you up to anyway?" He asks, sounding like he's eating.

"Making food," I say. "What are you eating?"

"Sandwich." He manages.

"I might make an omelette," I say, grabbing two eggs and the cheese. "I'm pretty lazy today."

"Is that because you're tired from last night?" He sounds pleased.

I am tired from the sex. Truth be told, he was going at it for ages from how passionately and slowly he was taking me.

"Yeah," I reply, grinning because he sounds so happy. "I would do it again, though."

"I can arrange that, angel."

I lean back against the cabinet, smirking because it's so odd for someone to be like this with me. Apart from Louis.

Talking of Louis, I almost drop the phone when he walks in my kitchen, in just his boxers, looking like a fucking model.

My eyes greedily take in his body, every inch of skin I haven't seen in months. Why is he even here? Dressed like that?

My breath gets stuck in my throat. He's so much better looking than Nathan and it hurts to even think that.

"Harry?" Nathan calls into my ear.

"Sorry, what?" I reply, unable to take my eyes off of Louis, which is annoying me because I'm getting hard.

Louis completely ignores me and takes a bottle of water from the fridge.

"You're somewhere else." He replies.

"Yeah, sorry," I lamely reply, because just look at that arse in those boxers.

Like, seriously Louis. He opens the bottle of water, gulping it down before his blue eyes meet mine. They make me jump in my boxers. What the fuck! I'm hard?!

"So what are you up to today?" Nathan asks, and I swallow. I'd love to be inside this gorgeous creature in front of me.

God damn it!

I close my eyes to ignore I just thought that.

"Nothing - I might, you know, maybe read a book because I like books." I reply, still trying not to imagine Louis spread out against that fridge, because yeah, I'm thinking about it. "You?"

"Just working, and then I have a dinner with friends." He says, still eating.

Jesus Christ I'm so horny.

"Until what time?" I ask.

"9, why?" He asks, curious.

"'Cause I want you - I mean - I wanna see you." I say, chest full of flames.

I try to think about Nathan instead, the way his eyes burn when he's pleasuring me. It makes me feel better, being aroused because of him.

"You do?" His voice says, sexily, and goosebumps travel round my neck, following a warm path down my back.

"Yeah." I respond, my voice deeper.

He laughs, arousal apparent in his voice.

"I can always pick you up after?" He says suggestively. "Take you back to mine, steal you for the night."

I smirk, before biting my lip.

"You want that?" I say.

"God, yeah," He breathes back. "Can almost see you spread out over this desk."

"Fuck, don't say stuff like that," I whine. "That's not fair."

"Why not?" He chuckles, voice too low. "I'd fuck you right now, you know that right?"

"Because-,"

"Excuse me, please." A raspy, northern accent says right in front of me, and I gasp because I'd forgotten he was even here.

My eyes snap open, and he's right in front of me. Blue eyes, and walking sex.

"Huh?" I say, confused and aroused. I blush hard.

"I need a glass," He explains, but he looks a little amused. "Please may I get behind you?"

That shouldn't sound suggestive, it shouldn't make my cock harder than it already is. I'm completely frozen from his eyes.

"Who's that?" Nathan laughs. "Have you been caught with your cock hard?"

Yes.

I close my eyes from the dual arousal of Nathan and Louis. Torture.

"Louis," I answer him, looking back at the sex God in front of me. "I'm in the kitchen - and he wants water so - I'm - he needs to get water."

Nathan laughs, and Louis' eyes look at my phone, obviously hearing it.

"You're hard, aren't you?" Nathan croons, making my cock jump, making goosebumps travel down my chest.

Louis spots them.

"Seriously, curly, aren't you gonna get out of my way?" Louis smirks, and he knows what he's doing. He has to, right?

"Yeah," I answer Nathan. "I really am."

"Lucky Louis," He breathes into the mouth piece. "Gets to see you all hard and needy for my cock, and I don't."

"Nathan," I close my eyes.

"I take that as a no." Louis says, leaning to reach behind me, and I can feel his heat, smell his body.

My eyes open to his shoulder in my face, making me jump. His skin looks so smooth, and I do breathe in because wow. He always smells so fucking good.

"Don't come in your pants, Harry," Nathan chuckles. "I don't wanna share that."

My chest catches when Louis' face is suddenly so close to mine when he comes back down, my face inadvertently following the path.

"I won't share it," I breathe, even though I'm sure the minute I get back in my room, I'll be coming within two minutes. "It's all yours, Nathan."

Louis' eyes flash with that possessiveness, that heat, and my hands curl because I so nearly grabbed him.

"Good," Nathan says, voice aroused and pleased. "God, I just wanna drive to yours and fuck you until you scream."

I hiss, blushing hard.

"Fuck, you keep talking like that and I will come in my pants." I reply.

"I'm going to have to leave you all needy, I'm sorry angel," He says, sounding sad. "I have to go back to work."

I groan.

"Cheers, Nath." I say, so completely aroused.

"I'm sorry angel, are you going to touch yourself now?" His voice is suggestive.

"Definitely." I say. Why isn't Louis moving?

I push against his chest, trying to ignore how his chest feels against my palm. He moves back, but comes back in.

"I haven't got a glass." He grins, blue eyes flashing.

I turn around, grabbing a glass and I feel his body press into mine. I gasp, cock weeping at the feeling of his against my arse. He's really hard.

I turn quickly, pushing him away, eyes threatening him. He just smirks.

"I would love to watch that," Nathan says into the ear piece and I blush harder. "I'd love you see you bring yourself to release."

I quickly push past Louis, bringing myself away, trying to get some cooler air.

"I'd let you watch." I say into the ear piece. "I'd let you watch me finger myself, Nathan."

"Harry!" His voice calls through the piece. "Fucking hell."

"I'm just so - I have to go." I say, cock screaming from arousal.

"Sure angel," He laughs. "I'll see you later. I love you."

"I love you."

We hang up, and I stand there until I turn on Louis.

"What the actual fuck?" I growl, completely past annoyed.

"What?" He smirks. "I just wanted a glass."

"Well you've fucking got one, Louis," I snap. "Did you need to touch me with - what that?"

"What? With this?" He grins, grabbing his piece like it is nothing.

Oh dear God, that looks amazing.

"Fuck you!" I growl.

He grins and it does everything for the arousal in my blood.

"I wish you would, but you already knew that, right?" He says, eyes burning.

And I would fucking bury it so deep in you, you'd cry.

"And you'd do it, wouldn't you?" He says, walking up to me.

Why does he have to be half naked?!

I grit my teeth.

"But you have a boyfriend," He cocks his head, smirking and looking away, still walking up to me. "You shouldn't want to, really."

"Don't." I spit.

"Why not?" He still walks up to me. "You did it with me, when I was with El. Was that fair?"

Anger thrills through me.

"Are you forgetting you begged me to talk dirty to you?" I growl.

"Yeah, and you did it so well," He smiles.

"I'm not going to cheat on him with you." I say, sincerely hoping I believe it.

"You want to though," He smirks. He's so close now. "I saw you get hard as soon as I walked in the room."

"He made me hard," I half lie. "Does that upset you, Lou?"

His eyes flash with jealousy.

"More than you know," He spits. "It should be me that fucks you, not him."

I laugh, spitefully.

"The reason he gets to fuck me is because he wants more than just my body." I say angrily.

"So he has then? Fucked you?" He asks.

"Yes," I reply. "Last night. It was really good. But you know what? He made love to me. Didn't just fucking use a hole."

"You're not just a fucking hole." He argues, so closely to my face.

"Then what the fuck was I to you?" I growl.

He looks at me, face full of anger.

"That's what I thought," I argue. "I meant nothing to you."

He looks like he wants to hit me, I prefer that to his arousal. I'm still a little hard, and it annoys me.

"You seriously think I just used you?" He says, managing to sound upset.

"Yes," I say, loudly. "What we were doing was just sex to you. Fucking great sex. That was it."

"You're the best I've ever had," He suddenly says, throwing me off. "I've never felt the way I do when we..."

What does he mean by that?

"I know, I tried," I reply. "I wasn't trying to be the best you've ever had, Louis. I was trying to show you I loved you."

"And now you love him," He sounds angry, but I can hear his sadness. "So it means nothing now."

I can't help myself. He's sounds so vulnerable, so little in this moment. I bring my hand up, cupping his face and moving in, making his soft hands cup at my back.

"I'll always love you," I breathe. "Always."

He looks so shocked, his cheeks burning.

"But you're not good for me," I say, voice breaking. "I can't do this to myself anymore. Nathan treats me so well. I'll never regret anything we did, I can't," A tear falls from my eye, and I frown because I shouldn't be getting this upset. "But it's time for me to move on."

He sighs heavily.

"I'm sorry," He says, and I remove my hands from his cheeks because I shouldn't be touching him. He removes his hands. "For hurting you. I know how it feels now."

I remember that Eleanor cheated on him, and I sympathise with him.

"I'm sorry she hurt you, Lou," I reply. "She doesn't know what she let go of."

"A cheater," He frowns. "It's just karma. What goes around, comes around."

"Funny, witty, gor-," I say and change my mind. "Attractive, intelligent. What's wrong with those things?"

He scratches at his hair.

"I deserved what I got, Haz," He moves away. "Don't sugar coat it."

I sigh because I have no argument. He did really.

"Why are you here, anyway?" I change the subject instead.

He moves to pour the water in his glass, making my eyes flicker to his bottom. I'm not hard anymore, but I still like what I see. I probably always will.

"I had a bit of a meltdown last night," He says, playing with the kitchen side. "Me and Liam had an argument, the worst we've had. About me and you," He says, eyes flickering to me. "I deserved that."

"I'm sorry. He guessed, and I can't lie to my best friend." I explain. He shrugs.

"Either way, I - I cried, so yeah, he offered for me to stay with him because he's cool like that." He says, my heart hurting for him.

"She's a cunt." I say, making him chuckle.

"That's a better word than 'lady parts'," He smiles before sighing. "It wasn't okay for ages between us." He admits.

I don't say anything because I shouldn't.

"I haven't - we haven't in months." He adds, making my stomach drop. He was only having sex with me.

No wonder he was so insatiable. No wonder he always came so much.

"I'm sorry about that." I say, turning on the stove.

I'm not really. It makes my heart flutter that he literally only had me, I wasn't second best at the time.

He laughs a little but doesn't explain himself.

"You gonna make me some of that?" He asks.

"No, this is all mine." I smile.

"Harry," He whines. "That's not fair. I'm starving."

I smile. This is old Louis and me. I know we couldn't go right back to being friends because we'd seen each other so intimately, but it is nostalgic.

"Go in the lounge," I say and he knows he's won. "I'll bring some in."

"Nice, cheers." He says, and smiles at me as he leaves.

He's perfect. He'll find someone right for him. Someone he really loves truly and deeply. It makes me insanely jealous, but we're going out separate ways.

And that's for the best.

Right?