Louis fell into his bed sheets onto his back. It had been a long day. In the morning he had worked in the restaurant until five o'clock in the afternoon because he had taken Calum's shift who had a big headache. At six o'clock his shift at the bar started, resulting in Louis barely having time to do anything but work.

But it didn't bother Louis much. To be honest, he was kind of glad. Being at work meant not having much time to think. It kept him busy and that was what Louis needed right now.

Louis shucked off his jeans and threw his shirt away. Then he buried himself in under the pillowy covers, not bothering to put away his shirt. It had company from other shirts Louis had carelessly thrown around anyways.

Louis stared ahead a few seconds before realizing that he was not tired yet. He reached for the night stand, then retreated his hand again when he realized that he had left his phone in the hallway. He rubbed his face, frustrated, and lay in his bed motionless for a few minutes before convincing himself to get up.

He sat up. His eyes caught the sight of his clarinet box. He didn't have time to play today, but frankly, he was not in the mood. It has been like this quite often in the past couple weeks. He had also gotten those phases in the past where he constantly had to force himself to play. It vanished after a while and he got back to enjoying himself while playing.

It was different now, though. And Louis knew that. He knew the reason for this constant tugging in his gut. He even tried to change his location for playing. Everything for the one single reason that kept him from feeling that passion, that satisfaction when he created a melody.

Louis pulled his gaze away from the black instrument case and proceeded standing up. He didn't want to think about that reason.

Reaching the small chest of drawers in the hallway, he took his phone and hurried back under the warm covers. He lay on his stomach and unlocked the phone. He saw that he had gotten two new snap chat massages, one from Lottie and one from his Phoebe. He sent them back a quick selfie with a deer filter before closing snap chat again. 

Unbidden, his fingers clicked on the telephone symbol. He felt slight disappointment when he saw that he didn't have a missed call. Harry hadn't called in six days. And yes, Louis was aware that he was being unfair and that he didn't make sense. He wanted to let go of Harry and he also wanted Harry to let go of him. 

But it was so hard. Louis was constantly itching to contact Harry. A few times he almost broke when Harry had called, his fingers swaying to the press the green button. But he had always managed to contain himself.

However, Louis could feel his resolve dwindle. Sometimes the reasons with which he had convinced Harry to leave did not seem relevant anymore. In those times, the only thing that was deterring Louis from calling Harry was pride and shame. And those made him even more ashamed.         

Louis quickly turned off his phone for the night and put it on the nightstand before he did something stupid. He turned to the other side, staring at the wall before he felt the exhaustion from the day wash over him and his eyelids drooped and finally fell shut.

_=_=_=_=_=_

The song was sad. It had not been a song until now. Louis just went with his feelings, letting them move his fingers, letting his gut tell him which mouth technique was the most fitting. And although it sounded beautiful, it almost made Louis cry. Because this feelings creating the melancholic melody emphasized just Louis' inner melancholia that seemed so impossible to shake off.

Louis watched as people went by. It wasn't the spot he had always played while Harry was here and it wasn't the spot where he went to when he was avoiding the business man either. It was a completely different spot with a bit more bustle, making it less intimate which Louis normally preferred. 

People were walking by, some acknowledging him, some even throwing coins into his clarinet case and some ignoring him totally. But they all went their ways, none of them as touched by the melody as Louis was because they didn't understand. Also, because they weren't listening properly, because they were caught up in their own world which was much brighter than Louis' at the moment. They weren't willing to be touched by Louis' display of sadness.

This is pathetic, Louis thought as his tears welled up and an a-moll based melody flew in the air, carrying his tinge of loneliness into the air where he knew no one was willing to listen to it.

With a surge of determination he suddenly changed his melody completely into the Chopsticks/Flea Waltz. It seemed to startle a few pedestrians which was kind of good because it almost made Louis laugh. 

He swept his gaze from left to right over the street and the people. A vintage clothing shop, a cashpoint, an elderly couple holding hands, a mother with a pram and two other children, two young women watching a dress in the shop window of Orsay, a bumble bee, Harry, a boy eating a lolly, a fami-...

Wait.

Harry?

Louis settled his gaze on him, his clarinet leaving his lips, which were parted in disbelieve. He blinked a rapidly, but the picture remained. Harry stood there, looking as tall and beautiful as ever, his green shirt matching his eyes, which, on second look, seemed slightly panicked. He was wringing his hands nervously, waiting for Louis' reaction.

"Harry." Louis breathed out in disbelieve.

"Hey Lou." Harry said, still not being able to stay calm as he watched Louis put his clarinet down slowly without breaking eye contact. Then, Louis took a step closer, and another, and another until suddenly Harry had an armful of the musician. Harry let out a breath of relief as he hugged him back tightly.

After a while, Louis didn't bother to guess how long, he pulled his head out of the crook of Harry's neck. "I missed you." He said earnestly against Harry's lips, not letting the taller man answer before he closed the small gap between their lips. The longing they had felt the past few weeks were bleeding into it, creating an electricity that tingled in every pore.

"Missed you too." Harry mumbled between short wet kisses. From all the reactions he had hoped for this was certainly the best one.

Louis pulled back slightly, still breathing against Harry's lips as he whispered, "We can do long distance, Haz. I don't care. Just-" He closed the gap again, kissing him desperately. It was a spur of the moment decision but once he spoke it out aloud he knew this was what he wanted. He wanted Harry.

"Actually," Harry said between kisses, "Louis-," He attempted to pull back to tell Louis something, but Louis wasn't willing to give the taste of Harry's lips up quite yet. When Harry managed to pull back slightly he said, "Speaking of that, umm- umpf..." 

He was cut off by Louis kissing him hard, almost bruising, not that Harry was complaining. After a while the kisses grew sweeter with less bite, "Let's," Louis said between soft kisses, "not talk about it right now."

"But Lou-" Harry was cut off by Louis shaking his head slightly before covering his lips with his own again. And okay, who was Harry to deny Louis' kisses? It was almost impossible how they weren't willing to stop kissing when their lips were starting to feel numb.

"Are you hungry?" Louis asked as he pulled back slightly but refusing to leave the embrace.

"Starving." Harry mumbled back but leaned in again.

Louis let him steal a few more kisses before he pulled back again. "What do you feel like eating?"

Harry went to lean in again instead of answering but Louis didn't let him. He pulled his head back with teasing grin and put a finger on Harry's lips. So Harry sighed, acting annoyed before considering Louis' question for a few seconds. 

"You know," He told Louis, "I kind of miss these chips from the bar we always went to.

Louis grinned, pecking Harry's lips briefly before pulling back completely. Proceeding to take Harry's hand, he started to walk.

"Umm... Louis." Harry tugged at his hand, "Your clarinet."

"Huh?" Louis turned around, "Oh yeah."

_=_=_

The bar was still the same as it had been before Harry left. Louis hadn't been here since then but he immediately recognized the same ancient looking furniture, same disposal, same dim illumination, same menu, same atmosphere...

Sitting here in a familiar booth with Harry, it almost felt like the last few weeks hadn't happened.

Harry was just telling Louis how this guy in the plane was asking for  water constantly, and rather rudely, may he add, until a stewardess brought him about twelve cups of water at once, when something occurred to Louis.

"Hey, Harry." 

"Huh?" Harry said, not really bothered that he had just been interrupted.

"Umm... how did you even know where I was? I mean, I was't playing on my usual spot."

"Ooh," Harry said, "Yeah, I noticed. Why did you change spots?"

Louis blushed a bit, "I asked you first."

"Okay," Harry said, "Well, I just looked for you. I've done it before and Verona isn't that big."

Louis frowned, "But you could have just waited at my house, couldn't you? You know where I live."

Harry shrugged, "Yeah, but I didn't have anything better to do. Besides," He grinned, "This was way more romantic. Searching for you like the prince from Cinderella."

Louis squinted at him although his cheeks were heating up, "Are you implying that you're the price and I'm a princess."

Harry grinned and nodded proudly, "I have the style and the long prince hair for it. And you make a gorgeous princess."

"Oh?" Louis raised an eyebrow. He slid next to Harry and tugged one foot under his bum so he was a bit taller than Harry. He cupped Harry's cheeks with his hands, forcing him to look straight into Louis' eyes, "Are you sure you aren't the one who secretly wants to be the princess?" Louis felt Harry's cheeks warm up under his hands as he brushed their lips together softly.

Harry made a soft noise as he tried to close the gap completely but Louis backed away a few centimeters. Louis pulled Harry back by his hair, making a groan emit from deep in his throat.

"Aah, there we have it." Louis said teasingly, "You have long princess hair and you like being controlled. I should have known you were kinky as fuck."

The blush on Harry's cheeks intensified but he seemed to decide not to take Louis' shit just like that. "Shut up." He growled and flung forward, catching Louis lips in a filthy kiss. They tasted like the chips they had just eaten but it didn't seem to bother them. 

Louis fought to get his dominance back and he succeeded once he pulled Harry's head back by his hair. Louis climbed onto his lap quickly and covered Harry's lips with his own again, their tongues getting involved immediately. Louis scraped at Harry's scalp and ground down on Harry, making him become significantly more vocal. Louis registered in the back of his head that this was hardly appropriate in a bar, or anywhere in public.

He sighed when Harry's warm hands felt up his sides under his shirt. "Let's go." He mumbled against Harry's lips.

"Fuck yeah." Harry answered but made no move to change their position. 

So Louis took the initiative, climbing from Harry's lap and making his way to the counter to pay. Before that could happen though, Harry had caught up with him and slammed a few notes on the counter. Louis frowned and went to protest but Harry was already pulling Louis away.

"Wow, you're eager." Louis observed.

Harry laughed, "Are you blaming me? I've been thinking about this every day since I, you know... left."

"Romantic." Louis said sarcastically.

Harry's eyes widened, "No, I don't mean just, you know, sex. I mean, like everything. Like everything about you and... stuff." He finished lamely. Louis' eyes got that amused twinkle that he got quite often around Harry. The taller man groaned, letting Louis' hand go to cover his face with an embarrassed groan.

Louis laughed, "It's okay, Curly. I've been thinking about you too, and your... stuff." 

Harry let out a strangled laugh, "Stop making fun of me."

"Stop making fun of you?" Louis acted indignant, "But where would be the fun of that?"

Harry glared at him but there was a dimple pressing into his cheek, indicating a suppressed smile. "Wait till we get home." He said, trying to sound threatening.

"Till we get home?" Louis said, way too sweetly. He moved in front of Harry, blocking him from further walking. Louis raised on his tiptoes and whispered into Harry's ear with a slight scratch in his voice that he knew drove Harry crazy, "No, princess. You wait."

Then he intertwined their hands and started to speed walk. It wasn't a long way anymore but Harry's brain started to feel fuzzy from anticipation and he couldn't get to Louis' quick enough. 

Once they reached it Louis made quick work of his jacket and shoes. Harry followed, noticing how Louis did not intend to put his jacket up or bother looking where his shoes had flown. On second look, Harry noticed how Louis' flat was a complete mess, even worse than when Harry had been here a few weeks before.

"Are you gonna stare at my mess forever or are you gonna start undressing?" Louis cut in, a bit uncomfortable with Harry's close observation. 

"Oh, yeah." Harry mumbled, hanging up his jacket.

"And while you're at it," Louis grinned and pulled Harry close by his shirt, rasping into Harry's ear, "You can take the rest off too." He tugged at the shirt he was grabbing and they managed to get it off together. 

After that, Harry wrapped his bare arms around Louis waist and laid his lips on Louis'. He melted into it automatically. Louis wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, raising on his tiptoes to get a better angle. Harry groaned into it when Louis dipped his tongue into his mouth. Harry pressed against it. It seemed like he couldn't decide if he wanted to fight for his dominance or submit to Louis. 

The older man made the decision for him by pulling Harry's hair again. Harry groaned again and went with Louis' hand, tipping his head back. Louis took the opportunity to cover Harry's neck with lovebites. Harry moaned when Louis bit at the very center and nipped on his jaw. His breathing had sped up significantly and his throat moved when he had to swallow, which was a lot.

Louis loosened his grip on Harry's hair a bit, backing him into the bedroom. Once the back of Harry's knees hit the bed, making him fall backwards, Louis made quick work of his jeans and pants. Harry blushed a bit,completely naked under Louis'gaze, but backed off so he was lying in the center of the bed. Louis took off his shirt quickly but instead of climbing on top of Harry like he anticipated, he leaned over the nightstand and dug out lube and condoms first.

"Going to fuck me?" Harry grinned cheekily.

Louis stood up and examined him. That was the plan, but the way Harry was grinning at him... Louis wanted to do his own thing. He was stubborn and he knew it. He rounded the bed until he stood at the end of the bed. Harry grinned and spread his leg invitingly. Louis climbed into the offered spot and leaned over Harry, his hands on either side of his head, before he leaned down and caught Harry's lips in a dirty kiss.

Harry slid his hands down Louis back until he reached Louis's waistband. "Off." He moaned.

Louis ground his hips against Harry's, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing Harry's sensitive skin almost punishingly. Harry moaned. He seemed to be unable to decide if he wanted to get away from the sensation or not. Sweat began pooling at his neck as he squirmed under Louis. He trusted his hips up and moaned into Louis mouth. He seemed to have decided that he liked the sensation and wrapped his legs around Louis.

However, Louis seemed to want to torture him because he attempted to pull back. Harry tightened his grip with his legs though, whining. "Harry." Louis said sharply, making Harry unable to not surrender to whatever Louis wanted... wanted to do to him. That thought made Harry whine again, especially as Louis bit and sucked his collarbone punishingly. So Harry loosened his legs around Louis, leaving him cold and exposed as Louis slid onto the floor again, ridding himself of his own jeans and pants.

Harry panted heavily as he watched Louis lubing up his fingers, never breaking eye contact. He widened his legs, attempting to give Louis more space. Louis smirked and crawled forward, sucking at Harry's neck before nipping at his earlobe, and whispered, "I'm not gonna fuck you, Harry."

Harry's eyes shot open, "What?" He croaked out. 

Louis was standing at the end of the bed again, smirking as he slowly turned around. Harry's eyes widened in realization and he sat up, crawling closer. "Lou, Louis... can I-..."

"No." Louis shot him a raised eyebrow over his shoulder, "Stay exactly where you are." 

Harry groaned but was unable to do anything else as he watched Louis slide a finger inside himself. "Louis." He breathed, watching Louis' finger disappear inside his tight hole. Louis shot him a dirty smirk over his shoulder.

When Louis let a second finger join, letting a breathy moan escape his throat, Harry couldn't help himself anymore. He crawled closer quickly so Louis couldn't say anything and put his hands on Louis' hips. 

"Harry." Louis said, his voice a little weaker than it had been before. Harry began to suck at Louis' neck from behind, needing to'make Louis feel good, hoping this would make him give in. Louis contemplated resisting but Harry's mouth felt too good. He could punish him later for disobeying. 

Harry let one of his hands wander over Louis' cheek and feeling where Louis was fucking himself. "Louis," He said almost pleadingly, "Can I..." He pressed down at the stretched skin.

Louis sighed and scolded himself for his little discipline. "One." He told him, "Lube up one finger."

Harry sighed in relief, hurrying to comply. Then he kneeled himself behind Louis again and sucked at the other side of Louis' neck. A surge of self satisfaction settled in his stomach as he noticed goosebumps arising on Louis' skin. He brought his lubed up finger down to Louis' hole. "Lou... can I-"

Louis nodded, a little too eagerly. He felt Harry grin against his neck and he scolded himself again. This was about himself showing dominance. Damn it! Harry's finger was good. Louis let out a strangled groan as it pressed in alongside his own. "You okay?" Harry stopped, worried.

"Yes, fuck, Harry, don't stop now." Louis groaned and Harry complied, sinking his finger all the way in. There was something undeniable erotic about watching Louis' fingers and his own fucking Louis together. Harry bit down at Louis' neck as the heated knot of arousal multiplied and squeezed, making it hard for Harry to breath. His c*ck was throbbing between his legs and he wasn't sure if touching it would make it better or worse. He was about to try, taking his hand off Louis' hip, but Louis seemed to know exactly what was going on.

"Don't touch yourself." He said sharply. Harry groaned and crooked his finger inside Louis. It must have hit his spot because Louis made a sound as if he had been punched. Harry grinned against Louis shoulder and did it again. "O-okay." Louis said, "Out."

He pulled his fingers out, forcing Harry to do the same, before turning around. He pushed at Harry's shoulder, making him fall backwards and do his best to make himself comfortable. He didn't have much time to do so because Louis was fast to sheath his shaft with condom and lube, sitting on his hips in no time. He fell forward first to catch Harry's mouth in a bruising kiss before sitting up straight and grabbing Harry's shaft. 

Harry went to sit up to help him but Louis put a hand on his chest, pushing him back. "Stay there." Louis had determination written all over his face so Harry just grabbed his hips to help him. When Louis started to sink down on his barely touched, throbbing c*ck Harry squeezed his eyes shut.He hadn't realized how close he had been to coming but he had to really concentrate in order to prevent an embarrassingly quick ending. 

Louis was sure he would have bruises from Harry's fingernails with how hard he was grabbing his hips but somehow that was turning him on even more. Once he was fully seated he looked at Harry's expression carefully. "You okay?" He asked softly.

"Trying not to come." Harry admitted through gritted teeth. 

Louis laughed out loudly, "What's this, Styles. Already lacking stamina?"

"Shut up." His voice began to quiver when Louis tarted moving his hips in figure eights. "Louis." He said softly, opening his eyes and reaching out, "Can you kiss me please?"

Louis smiled softly. "Because you asked so nicely.", he said teasingly before leaning down to cover Harry's lips with his own. They didn't do anything but kiss for a while. The kisses were almost too sweet for the position they were currently in. It made Harry smile which made Louis smile too, their teeth ending up clanking together. It made them giggle. 

Louis moved his hips unconsciously, causing them to moan. It seemed like they just now noticed the throbbing in their lower regions. So Louis started moving earnestly. Sitting up, he moved up and down with his hands on Harry's shoulder, digging his fingernails into them. Harry moved one of his hands from Louis' hips to his thigh, fascinated by the way his muscles were working. After a while his thighs began quivering so Harry sat up, wrapping his arms around him tightly, and moved his hips in perfect harmony with Louis'. He gave Louis a quick dirty kiss that left them breathless although they were already breathing heavily. He moved his head, panting against Louis neck. 

Louis closed his eyes, feeling the way Harry's breath was hitting his neck, how his curls were tickling the side of his face, how his arms were holding him tightly, how their hips were moving in sync, how their sweaty skins were sliding against each other, how Harry felt sliding inside of him, hitting his special spot ... and for a moment, Louis thought, yeah, this was definitely worth it.

Then his senses were overwhelmed by the coiling heat in his lower region. "I-" He swallowed harshly, "I'm gonna cu- aah."

"Yeah, me- me too..." Harry panted, squeezing him even tighter around his waist. He felt Louis reaching down to pull himself off but Harry beat him to it, stroking Louis throbbing shaft. It didn't take long, ten thrusts at most. Harry couldn't tell if Louis was squeezing around him because he was cumming himself or because Harry was cumming but it didn't matter.

Harry fell back, taking Louis with him, slipping out of him in the process. They lay there for a few minutes, trying to regulate their breathing and sometime between sweet idle kisses and blissful smiles they fell asleep in exactly this position.  

A/N: This is the dirtiest chapter I've ever written. Don't judge me... 

Also, we're nearing the end, just a warning:)