Louis blushed as he stood in the mirror, Gemma and Daphne at his sides.

"I can't believe Harry is into this!" Gemma said in both genuine shock and horrific disgust.

"I can," Daphne said. "He thought he was straight, so, yeah, the girly stuff turns him on."

Luis blushed, shrugging his petite shoulders as Daphne fluffed his feathery hair. "It was actually my idea," he admitted.

Daphne giggled and stepped away. "Our masterpiece is complete."

And, yeah, Harry was in for a treat.

Louis looked extra curvy in the tight, black and crimson corset and he didn't even look as caked as most girls while wearing the makeup Gemma and Daphne applied to his face.

"I'm nervous," Louis admitted.

"Don't worry. This was brilliant! I'm so glad you came over and asked me for help," Gemma said with a soft smile. "Lucky for you, Harry was out."

"I actually got one of my friends to ask him to hang out," Louis admitted yet another thing. He didn't need blush with the rate he was going.

"Harry should be back soon and we have a pedicure appointment with my mum," Gemma said, smiling and kissing Louis's cheek lightly. "Have fun."

Daphne waved and smiled shyly when Louis thanked her. The girls left and Louis breathed out a sigh before heading to Harry's room and sitting on the bed. He just happened to have text messages from that very lad.

ღHarryღ (2)

Hey, love, I'm at Niall's, you busy? xH

Oh, I guess you are... I'm about to head home and then I'll come see you later. We have to talk about your move. xH

The last message was sent nearly forty minutes ago, so Harry should be here any- Louis actually squealed when hearing a car pull up and his heart thumped erratically in his chest.

He heard the car door and then the front door, even Harry's beautiful voice singing a song from the little band gathering they went to merely two nights before.

Harry routed to humming as he climbed the steps and Louis sat on his knees, face lowered so he could only stare at the navy comforter.

Harry's door opened and there was a sharp intake of breath and a very pregnant pause of silence.

"Louis?"

Louis looked up, batting his lashes innocently and Harry looked close to tears as he stepped further into the room, staring at Louis.

"Oh, my... Louis. You look... Holy... I didn't even think it would be this hot, damn it. Can I have a kiss?"

Louis nodded and climbed to the end of the bed, on hands and knees, of course, sitting up on them to wrap his arms around Harry's neck and kiss his lips.

Harry was quick to place his hands on Louis's bum, groaning before continuing to feel his tiny boyfriend up, hands wandering all around his pretty little body.

"Louis," Harry breathed, bulling away breathlessly.

Louis pulled away as well, watching as Harry struggled to breath, a small smile on his lips.

"I can't believe you did this for me," Harry said, taking Louis's hand and kissing his knuckles before groaning again. "Even your nails, Lou?"

"To match the ribbon," Louis replied with a blush, staring at his crimson-painted nails. "Do you like them?"

"Of course, baby, they're beautiful, like you."

"None of this is too weird? I know that you just discovered that you like boys-"

"I've never had sex before you," Harry reminded him gently, not able to keep his hands from Louis's pretty body, "It's not as if I can compare you to anyone- not that I ever could. You're perfect."

Louis smiled softly and Harry returned it, fingers tracing the lacy black panties, moving his lips to gently nibble at Louis's exposed neck which already had a few love bites on it from previous activities.

"Sit back, baby, let me open you up proper for being a good boy?"

Louis whimpered, doing as told, eyes on Harry as he spoke. "Yes, Daddy."

Harry froze, the word unexpected to him, sitting out in the open as Harry tried to decide if he liked it. It made his stomach flip and his fingers twitch.

"Good boy," he mumbled softly, removing his clothes. "Daddy's good boy?"

"Our second time and we're already kinky shits," Louis said with a heavy blush, giggling as Harry clumsily fell over him.

"I don't know if I like it," Harry admitted sheepishly. "I was just trying on my tongue, but you could tell me to piss on you and I'd probably find it hot."

Louis wrinkled his nose, laughing. "No, thank you. That's not a request of mine."

Harry shook his head with that fond smile on his lips and he leaned down to press those lips back to Louis's, kissing his softly despite the heat in the room and the desperate tug in Louis's tummy.

"Just want you," Louis breathed when Harry pulled away to kiss his neck, "Inside of me."

"I will," Harry promised, "But then I have to take all of this off, so let me admire you for a few minutes."

Louis sighed, but obeyed, letting Harry take his time undoing ribbons and pulling off the pretty outfit, making Louis a little sad because he wasn't yet brave enough to dance or show off for Harry.

Harry himself didn't seem to mind. He kissed along Louis's nude body, spread his legs, and licked him open painfully slow, using the spit as lubricant for his long, thin fingers.

He wiggled them in beside his tongue, one at a time, until he had three inside of the poor, withering Louis, who was only making noise of pleasure.

"Pretty, pretty Lou," Harry cooed as he pulled away, leaning over to his drawer so that he could pull out a bottle of gloppy lube, uncapping it in the pressing silence.

He'd only just slicked up his aching dick when Louis reached out to cup Harry's face, pulling him in for a few gentle kisses.

"I love you," he whispered and Harry blinked before smiling, pulling Louis im for another kiss. It was only the second time they've said it like this, so intimate, so real.

"I love you, my pretty baby Louis," Harry replied, smiling cheekily as Louis choked out a laugh, clinging to Harry.

"In?" Louis requested after a minute of silence. "Wanna feel you."

Harry nodded, shifting so that Louis was still holding him but he was at an able angle, pushing into Louis slowly.

The older lad's eyes watered up and he let out a little "Oh!" as Harry filled him up completely, pressing deep inside.

It was better than the first time, that's for sure. Harry pulled out and pushed gently back in, jabbing at the little shell of pleasure deep within Louis, making him cry out.

Harry continued pounding against the prostrate in an almost wicked manner, holding onto Louis who was whimpering wildly.

"Need to come," Louis moaned, "Can I, Daddy, please?"

And Harry nearly toppled over, squeezing his eyes shut. "Shit, yeah, so good, come-"

And Louis came with Harry only a beat behind him, both clutching as each other.

Harry fell slack before pulling gently out of Louis's spent body. "You okay, baby?"

"Messy," Louis mumbled. "Wanna bath."

"Alright," Harry agreed. "Then you and I can go out and do something after a little nap? It's only noon."

"Starbucks?" Louis said sleepily, allowing Harry to pick him up and carry him to the washroom.

Harry smiled and set Louis on the counter gently. "Yes, baby, Starbucks is fine." He kissed Louis's forehead and then began to set up the shower for Louis and himself.

They showered with only Harry's humming and the pounding of water deadening the silence.

After washing up, Harry took them to the bedroom, dried them off well, and pulled a large sweater over Louis's body. They cuddled in the bed, both sleep immediately.

~~~

Harry watched with a fond look in his eye as Louis sipped on his peppermint green tea. He looked especially cute wearing galaxy-print leggings that he'd worn over to Harry's house before changing into the lingerie, Harry's large, deep purple sweater, and a pair of black Uggs that belonged to Daphne.

His face was free of makeup since Harry had washed it off in the shower, but he still had pink cheeks and red lips.

"Why are you staring?" Louis asked with a deeper blush.

"You're just so pretty," Harry whispered, reaching out to brush at Louis's hand. The nail polish no longer matched his outfit, but the crimson still looked very pretty.

Louis giggled, clutching Harry's hand. "Thank you... Drink your coffee, dear."

Harry was a strange man, drinking an iced peppermint latte in the middle of December, but he was Louis's strange man.

Not officially, though, and the thought made Louis sad.

"What is it?" Harry asked, noticing Louis's change in mood.

"What are we?" Louis countered, taking a sip from his scalding tea, ignoring the burn.

Harry blinked before looking down at his coffee. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask that just yet. I wanted to actually ask you."

"Oh," Louis whispered. "I'm sorry. You can-"

"I mean... Whatever you want, Lou."

"I can wait," Louis said shyly, and Harry smiled even harder, leaning in to kiss Louis gently on the lips.

There was a loud cough and Harry snapped his head around to see a middle-aged woman glaring at them.

"Your cough is horrid," Louis spoke up, "Maybe you should go see a doctor."

The woman's cheeks flushed and she grabbed her coffee, darting out of the shop.

Louis shrugged, biting into a piece of peppermint bark. "I hate people like that. Heterosexual couples kiss in public all of the time!"

"It's okay," Harry spoke up, staring down at his coffee.

"Harry?"

Harry looked up to meet Louis's worried gaze. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Harry assured him.

Louis squeezed Harry's hand softly and Harry kissed Louis's knuckles in return.

"Can I paint your nails?" Louis asked suddenly, eyes wide.

Harry shook his head, hooking his fingers on the brim of his Snapback as it sat backwards over his still-damp hair. "No way."

"Please?" Louis whined.

"Nope."

Louis leaned closer, blue eyes pleasing as he lowered his voice. "Please, Daddy?"

And that was, yeah, okay.

Harry ended up with navy blue nails that matched his comforter and the color of Louis's eyes when he was begging for release.

~~~

"It's a pity you have to go," Louis said sadly as he clutched a mug of Yorkshire tea in his hands.

"It's alright," Gemma said with a small smile. "We'll be back in February for Harry's birthday."

Not Christmas?

And then he remembered Harry's words from before.

They don't celebrate Christmas.

It was alright with Louis, honestly. He just smiled and hugged the girls. Harry and Anne had their turns and Anne began whispering to her daughter, who's face became stony for the first time since Louis met her.

Anne let the girls to the car while Harry turned on some Christmas film for Louis, letting the boy lay on top of him, hand in Louis's soft hair.

"I love you," Louis breathed into Harry's neck.

Harry smiled, kissing Louis's head. "I love you. What was that for?"

"I just... I love you, Harry, and you mean a lot to me so I'm hoping you don't get like your sister."

Harry stiffened up his entire body, staring blankly at Louis's face.

"I'm sorry," Louis said quickly. "I just- I want-"

Harry pulled Louis up by his hips and pressed their lips gently together. "I love you. I have you. I'll be perfectly fine."

Louis smiled, pressing his face back into Harry's neck.

"Have you considered moving here?" Harry asked as a car started outside.

"Yes," Louis said softly. "I... I think I will do that."

"Since Gemma took the room close to me and set it up all girly, we'll move me to the attic and-"

"No," Louis said quickly. "I can go to the attic-"

"Or we can just not have a guest room," Anne said as she walked in. "It's small, Louis, but I don't expect you to sleep in it, or really be in it very often."

Louis blushed, thanking Anne for her kindness. Harry let out a laugh, pulling Louis in for a tight hug.

~~~

QOTC: I've asked this before, but it's more official now- How do you think this will work if Louis moves in with Harry?

And how do you think Harry plans on asking Louis? Any ideas?

Sorry for the wait, again. I've been busy.

Xx