A/N: I don't know who I should dedicate this to because I think I've already dedicated a chapter to every voter, but if I have forgotten you please tell me because I love you so much<3

Also, I've noticed that I get more votes for every chapter that contains smut. That's funny, haha. Anyways... enjoy:)

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The weeks passed with the days that seemed to grow shorter each night. The bliss and peace was dimmed by the growing chunk in Harry's gut that came with the uncertainty. 

Harry was glad him and Louis got on so well. They hadn't fought once. And Louis made it so easy to forget. Forget that this was meant to be a temporary arrangement. An arrangement that Louis only agreed to because of Harry's persistence. 

Sometimes it even felt like Louis had forgotten too...

For instance, when he smiled at Harry like this, soft and with this twinkle in his eyes that Harry had never seen him directing at anyone else... like he was doing right now. 

It left Harry breathless, unable to look away. He was leaning against the counter of Louis' kitchen, a griddle full of cookies in the oven behind him. They were trying out a french receipt and the receipt that Harry still knew from his job in the bakery in Britain. The tray of 'British' cookies was already finished on the table next to Louis.

Yeah, at that moment, they had forgotten. 

But of course, everything had to fall apart 

Louis broke eye contact to look down to the oven, "When are the cookies done?" 

Harry shrugged and crouched down to look, "Hey Louis."

"Hmm?"

Harry grinned, "Knock, knock."

"Oh no." Louis groaned but indulged, "Who's there?"

"Cook." Harry was already starting to giggle.

"Cook who?" Louis tried to suppress his own chuckles.

"No, Cook he."

Louis groaned and tried to sound annoyed, but he could never help his laugh bubbling up when Harry was laughing at his own ridiculous joke.

It changed within a few seconds.

"Can you take my phone out of my bag?" Harry asked. There were still chuckles bubbling from their mouths for no particular reason but that the other was still laughing. Louis' were cut off abruptly while Harry was taking the cookies out of the oven.

He turned around with the hot griddle, confused with Louis' sudden silence. "Oh." He breathed when he saw what Louis had pulled out of his bag. Harry placed the tray with French cookies and the oven cloth next to the other tray and watched carefully.

Harry had mentioned that he had to leave tomorrow morning. Harry remembered when he told Louis. It was yesterday. A silence had fallen over them while they were eating lunch at some kebab place and Harry had felt like it was the right time to bring it up. 

"Oh." Louis had just said and then started talking about a kebab place he had visited in Germany and how it was a hundred times better than the doner here or in Britain although latter was supposed to be a multicultural country. He hadn't seemed to want to think about Harry leaving the day after tomorrow.

Now, though, it seemed to hit Louis. To see the date and the time on the flight ticket... back to London. He stared at it blankly.

Harry touched his elbow softly, "Louis?" He whispered.

Louis eyes raised up to look at him. Harry saw a storm raging up in them. So many emotions flashed through the blue brightness of his eyes. 

Suddenly, Louis let the ticket fall onto the table, not caring where it landed, and pulled Harry in by his shirt. The kiss was fast and deep and messy but full of unspoken emotion. Harry pulled Louis flush against himself, not caring about the fresh cooling cookies or the tossed flight ticket.

Stumbling into the bedroom, they refused to let go of each other, to let the space between them grow bigger than a few centimeters. But between them, they still managed to get all of their clothes off. Looking back later, Harry couldn't have told anyone how they had done this but it was irrelevant at this moment. They were desperate. Desperate to feel each other, to reassure themselves that they were still here, in each others arms.

But no matter how desperate Louis felt, how impatient he felt to finally get Harry inside, the taller man took his time fingering him. He dragged it out, pulled as many whimpers and moans out of the him as possible. Harry wanted to drown in them, wanted the noises and the feeling and the smell of Louis to suffocate him, to burn into his brain so he could never forget.

"Harry, come on." Louis was already feeling like he had run a marathon, but at the same time, he felt like he could run one time around the whole world, high from everything he felt, high from everything that was Harry. He grabbed the lube and made quick work of Harry's cock, not even bothering with a condom.

Their pants were heavy as Harry pushed inside, their lips hovering over each others, eyes locked. Harry refused to close his eyes, no matter how good it felt. He wanted to see it, wanted to see everything. Once Harry had bottomed out both of them stilled for a few moments, clutching onto each other tightly, trying to catch their breaths. Louis tightened his grip around Harry's shoulders, his legs locking around his waist to hold Harry deeply inside himself. In response, Harry tightened his arms around Louis' waist, burying his nose in Louis' neck. They couldn't have been physically closer, even if they wanted to be.

But soon, Louis grew restless and started to wiggled his hips, prompting Harry to do something. And who was Harry to deny him?

Harry didn't loosen his tight grip on Louis as he started moving his hips in figure eights. He must have brushed Louis' spot because the smaller man dug his fingernails into Harry's back and let out a moan from the back of his throat. Harry lifted his head to look down at the beautiful man beneath him. He pulled his hips back a bit and started thrusting with small movements at first, trying to find the right spot.

He was sure he had found it when Louis let out a whine and his eyelids fluttered. Harry dived down and caught Louis lips with his own, now stopping the restless short thrusts of his hips and going faster, harder. The kiss was sweet and sensual, contrasting the sharp movement of their bodies working together. But although the movements were sharp and Harry's thrusts got increasingly longer until he was almost all the way out, only to slam back inside, their bodies were harmonizing, working with each other, trying to give the other the most pleasure they could give.

It was by far the most profound experience Harry had ever felt.

But as much as they wanted, and god knows they tried, it couldn't last for ever. Soon Louis whimpered, "Harry, Harry, close."

"Me too." Harry groaned. He shut his eyes tightly and managed to stall his thrusts, much to Louis' displeasure.

"Hey, why did you stop?" He complained weakly. Harry looked down at his face. He looked beautiful, all flush and fucked out. Only from Harry. Oh, what Harry would give to be the only one, to do that to Louis for the rest of his life. 

His throat suddenly felt tight. He would leave tomorrow morning. That's when it all would stop, just cut off. And Harry could do nothing against it. "I- I don't... I-"

Louis opened his eyes, bright blue burning into Harry's eyes. He must have seen it, the desperate plea in Harry's green orbs saying 'I don't want this to end' and 'Please don't let this be the last time' and 'Don't let me go'.

Louis pulled him down for a fierce kiss, making Harry continue his thrusts, although less sharp than before. "Let go, Harry." Louis mumbled against his lips. Harry tried to believe that he only meant his orgasm, nothing else.

So Harry did, not even a thrust after Louis, clutching onto him as tightly as possible. They shook through the aftershocks together, feeling each other react to the sensations and feeling the vibrations of each others moans that came with it. 

It took longer than normal to come down from their highs because they were still holding onto each other tightly, noses buried in each others necks, breathing in the intoxicating smell of sex and each other. Once Louis came back to his senses, more or less, he patted Harry's back, "Come on, big guy. Let's clean up."

Harry raised his head but made no move to get off Louis, "You think I'm big?" His smirk told Louis exactly where Harry was going.

He rolled his eyes, "Don't flatter yourself, Harold."

Harry grinned, "You're not denying it."

"I am too." Louis protested. "Come on, get off."

"I don't think so." Harry said, hugging Louis tightly. 

Well, he did until Louis started tickling him. Harry tried to shield his body from Louis' quick, clever hands, shaking with laughter. He fell off of Louis but before the smaller man could escape Harry grabbed him by his waist. Another tickle fight erupted until Harry managed to pin Louis underneath himself again.

Holding his arms above Louis' head, he whispered, "Got ya."

Their grins faded and Harry leaned in until they were kissing passionately again.

Needless to say, they didn't leave the bed for a long time, only getting up for about ten minutes because they remembered the freshly baked cookies in the kitchen. Then they were back at it.

None of them said it out loud but they both knew exactly why they were so keen on spending so much intimate time together.

Harry feared it would be the last time.

Louis was sure it was the last time. 

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It was around one in the morning, when Harry's fear got closer to Louis' sureness. 

They both were tired, trying not to doze off in each others arms. Harry noticed the slightly tighter grip than Louis normally had on him. He wasn't stupid, he knew Louis didn't want him to leave as much as Harry didn't want to leave. But Louis was so deadlocked in his believe that long distance didn't work and to be honest, Harry was a bit skeptical himself.

Not only was there so much that could happen with other persons while you weren't there and the physical distance could cause emotional distance, but there was also the problem of the separate futures. If none of them could imagine giving up their lives and jobs now, why would it be different in a few month or years? This long distance relationship couldn't be long distance forever. Harry wanted to start a family at some point but how could they raise children with their parents living on other ends of the continent? 

"Come with me." Harry blurted out without thinking too much of it.

"What?" 

Harry leaned up on his elbow to look down at Louis, too excited by the idea to hear the dangerous edge Louis' answer had taken.

"I said come with me. I get what you mean, long distance is difficult and all that but, I mean, you would be back at home with your sisters and we could stay together-..." He cut himself off, watching Louis climb off the bed, pulling on his pants, "Louis?"

"How, Harry?" Harry was taken aback by the outrage in Louis' tone, "How can you ask something like that from me? You know- you fucking know what this place means to me."

Harry started to panic when Louis turned his angry face from him to grab his jeans and pull it on. "Okay," Harry told him, sitting up hurriedly, "I'm sorry okay? I just, I thought like, we like each other really much and you don't want long distance and I don't- please don't go Louis... don't let me go." He whispered the last part.

Louis grabbed his shirt, clutching it in his hands, and turned to Harry, "I told you, Harry. I told you from the beginning that this wouldn't work. But you always had to push for more, didn't you? I tried to prevent it. I tried to spare the heartache. I failed, with both of us."

Harry got a bit of courage back, "It doesn't have to, I mean, we could both, like, have a new beginning. You could get a new job in London and-"

"And there it is." Louis all but yelled. He was glaring at Harry, "Why do I have the one to start a new beginning, huh? Why do I have to leave my favourite place in the world behind just because you want me to? I can't believe you even-" He pulled his shirt on and made his way to the door.

And no! No, this couldn't fall apart like this. Harry did absolutely did not want this to end like that.

He jumped out of the bed, completely naked but he didn't care, and grabbed Louis' wrist, "No! Wait, I'm sorry. I just- I thought because I have a real stable job it would be more save and-"

"That's all your life is, isn't it?" Louis interrupted, his outrage still not dampening, "Save and do what comes your way-"

"It was." Harry yelled, interrupting Louis, "It was until I met you."

Louis pulled his wrist from Harry's hand and moved over to the door, "Well, that's just too bad, because I was never at peace until I found my life here and I'm not gonna give up the only place that feels like home because you took away part of my heart. Because my heart belongs here." He opened the door, but before closing it behind himself he said, "Find yourself a home before you give away your heart."