A/N: I dedicate this to Violet776 because you voted for the describtion so you have to at least like the idea, don't you? :]

The first thing Louis felt when he slowly drifted into consciousness was a warmth seeping through every pore of his skin. He smiled and cuddled closer into Harry without realizing it, noting the pleasant, familiar scent of... Harry.

Shit, he was in Harry's arms. He was cuddling with Harry, in his bed... after they had slept... together.

Louis' eyes flew open. Fuck, they had slept together on their last day together. Harry was about to leave. It was the day Harry would leave and here Louis was. In Harry's arms, relishing his warmth and already wishing he could stay like this forever, with Harry. His heart ached at the thought of Harry waking up and walking away, just walking away from the beautiful memories they had created.

This was what Louis had been trying to avoid all along, getting attached to a man who he knew wasn't going to stay. To reliv-...

Louis didn't want to think about it. He felt Harry's arms tightening around him and Louis couldn't help but melt into the embrace. He decided to just enjoy it while it would last, just like he told himself yesterday. And it wasn't over yet so... He cuddled closer, pressing his nose into Harry's chest.

He felt Harry stir and looked up. Harry was looking right back at him, a sleepy but happy smile lightening up his face. Louis let a giggle escape his lips as he buried his face in Harry's neck.

For a while he let himself be held and just feel, not letting himself think about the consequences or what would inevitably happen if Harry would get up.

But he couldn't hold it in much longer, needing to know, needing to have time to let go. "When you gonna leave?" Louis asked lazily with his still weak morning voice.

He felt Harry hug him tighter, pressing his face into Louis' hair. It took a few seconds until Louis realized that he was grinning, which confused Louis. He wasn't full of himself, he really wasn't, but he wasn't dumb. He knew that Harry was reluctant to leave Louis behind.

"Not until two weeks." Harry answered Louis' question.

Louis pulled back to look into Harry's proud face. "What?"

"I took leave for two weeks." Harry explained. Louis was stunned, not really knowing what to think. But Harry already continued enthusiastiacally, "And we have these whole weeks together because I don't have any business trips."

Louis paused for a moment, "You know that I still have to work, right? I took off from my bar job yesterday to hang out with you but I can't always do that. I still have bills to pay."

"Yeah, but still. You have most of your jobs in the evening and at your bar job I can still be there and talk to you when you're not too busy and through the day we can do so many things together. And I can always pay for both of our food and stuff so maybe that will make up for your street clarinet playing. At least, somedays. If you want to take a break from that, of course. But I've looked up so many attractions we can do around Verona. It will be so, amazing, Lou. We're gonna have so much fun."

Somewhere in his thrilled speech he had taken Louis' hand, squeezing it excitedly. Louis watched him, expression blank but Harry didn't really seem to notice the lack of reaction.

Louis wanted to protest, say no to Harry's proposal. He knew it was no good. He wanted to prevent falling deeper. It had been his aim since the beginning. In the end of the two weeks they both would be hurt. Sooner or later they would get hurt and fall apart. Louis knew that much.

But... Harry looked so happy, so satisfied with his actions. His eyes twinkled with almost childlike anticipation, like a toddler awaiting chrismas. And Louis just couldn't bring himself to crush that.

So instead he asked, "When did you even plan this?"

Harry grinned at him, "E-mailed my boss at four in the morning."

Louis shook his head, "Tonight? You're completely mental."

Harry's grin softened a bit when he leaned closer to Louis, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Couldn't sleep," He leaned his forehead agaist Louis', feeling the older mans hands beginning to trace his still naked torso, "knowing I was gonna leave the most beautiful person I've ever seen behind." Harry whispered against his lips, attempting to close the distance, but Louis pulled back.

"So you just want me for my beauty?" Louis asked faux- indignantly.

Harry laughed softly, grabbing Louis around the waist and twisting them around so the smaller man was lying on his back, Harry hovering above him, "I don't know." Harry mumbled, "I'm afraid we'll have to spend more time together now, don't we?" He attempted to close the distance again but Louis held his hand infront of Harry's face, again preventing him from doing so.

"Morning breath." Louis wrinkled his nose cutely. Harry groaned and buried his face into Louis' chest. The smaller boy giggled and pulled Harry's head up again by his hair, "Come here, you big oaf."

And he allowed Harry to lay his lips on Louis' this time.

And if that lead to round number two and maybe three nobody but themselves had to know.

Well... except for Louis' neighbours.

Harry's face was still buried in Louis' neck, trying to come down from his high. He didn't plan on moving anytime soon and Louis didn't seem to mind the blissful silence and closeness either.

Sadly, Harry's plans were crashed when the doorbell rung annoyingly, cutting through the peaceful ambience. Harry groaned and Louis pushed him away, attempting to hurry. But Harry really didn't want to move and he really didn't want Louis to move either.

"Harry." Louis whined, "Come on. I have to answer the door."

Harry groaned again but complied, rolling to the side. Louis hurried to stand up and looked for his boxers. Louis had no idea where they discarded his clothes last night but the only thing he could see was Harry's shirt.

The door bell rung again. "Shit." Louis cursed, searching more frantically. "Harry!" He scolded in his haste, "Don't just lie there. Fucking help me."

Harry reluctantly stood up at the urgency in Louis' voice. He patted Louis' still bare shoulder briefly. "It's okay, Lou. I'll get it." He quickly took his shirt and got his boxers he had more luck finding. As he quickly threw them on the bell rung for the third time.

Harry rolled his eyes. This was an obnoxious person. "Coming!" He yelled, kissing Louis quickly one more time before getting the door. Opening, it revealed an elder looking lady. She looked rather friendly but she had interrupted their cuddle time so Harry was slightly annoyed with her. He didn't show that, of course, "Err... Hi." He greeted her.

"Ciao! Quindi sei nuovo... ragazzo di Louis, si?" She asked, way too fast for Harry to understand.

Harry didn't know italian. Just basic words like "Ciao" and "Gelato". That was basically it. He stared at the woman for a few seconds, trying to make something out but not even her body language could help Harry understand what she wanted, "Umm... I'm sorry. I don't understand italian."

The womans' eyes widened in comprehention, "Oh." She said and continued with a barely understandable italian accent, "You are in a, errm... love," She waved her hand around to demonstrate something she didn't know how to say and vaguely pointed Harry and behind him, "With Louis."

Harry was not sure what to say. Was she asking if Harry was in love with Louis? And what should he answer to that question? And why was she even interested in their relationship or whatever he had with Louis? It was none of her business. "Uh- umm..." Harry stuttered out, not even knowing what he was going to say.

"I see like, looking." She pointed at Harry's attire, "Hear also."

It didn't make much sense what she was saying but as soon as Harry looked down at himself he understood, at least partly. He felt his cheeks getting hot. His clothes were ruffled and his pants had a stain and it was obvious from what. He also knew that his neck must be scattered in lovebites that Harry hadn't payed any mind to until now.

Harry's cheeks were burning in embarrassment when he looked back up. "Uuh..."

"Ahh, Ciao signora Madichi." Louis came up from behind Harry, looking more decent than Harry. The older woman, Signore Madichi apparently, laughed and they started to talk in fast italian. Harry had no chance to follow what they were saying. Also, Harry was still too mortified to look into the womans eyes.

Harry noticed Louis' cheeks redden too. Signora Madichi must have said something similar to Louis to what she tried to convey Harry then. He stopped paying attention to the conversation after a few sentences so he was startled when Louis wrapped an arm around Harry's waist.

"Umm... yeah." Louis said, "Harry, this is Signora Madichi, my neighbour." He vaguely motioned to the door opposite of his. "Signora Madichi, this is Harry, my... boyfriend."

Harry's eyes widened. Boyfriend? He was now Louis' boyfriend. Harry really wasn't opposed to the idea. He smiled widely at Louis, but the man wasn't looking.

He was agreeing to something Signora Madichi was saying with a slightly awkward laugh. Then she retreated back into her own flat, "Ciao Harry. Nice to meet you."

Harry nodded politely, "You too."

Once the door was closed Louis let go of Harry and leaned his back against the door, covering his face with his hands, "Oh my gosh." He groaned, "She heard us. This is so embarrassing."

Harry laughed, setting his hands on either side of Louis' head and leaning into his space, "Well," he dropped his voice into a seductive drawl, "At least she knows how good I was to you."

"Harry." Louis shrieked mortifiedly and pushed Harry back by his shoulders, his face burning red. Harry chuckled, actually quite proud. Louis seemed to see that and brushed past him into the kitchen, "You're awful."

Harry continued laughing and Louis really couldn't help it when he joined him. Louis started to make tea, still laughing, even if he tried his best to hide it. Once their laughter died down, silence settled over them, both lost in their thoughts.

Harry was tense. He needed to know Louis meant it, how he had meant it. "So..." Harry cleared his throat, making Louis turn to him, a steaming cup of tea in his hand. "I'm your boyfriend?" Harry broke into a small hopeful smile.

Louis' face fell a bit. "No." He said flatly.

Harry frowned, "No? But- but you just said-..."

Louis sighed loudly, "Harry. I just didn't want her to think I'm the type to sleep around, which I'm not, but... She's an old lady. Me being gay was strange enough for her, but she was increidibly accepting for someone who grew up with conservative beliefs. I don't want her to think badly of me. She's like the grandmother I never had. And she immediately made me feel welcome."

Harry nodded slowly, "Okay, but... why can't we be... boyfriends?"

Even while Harry was still speaking Louis was already shaking his head. "Because I don't want to." Louis answered Harry's question, "I don't want to drag down your mood, okay? But I don't want long distance. Not again." He whispered the last part, not even meaning for Harry to hear, but he did.

"You've already had a long distance relationship?" Harry asked, a bit surprised but also disappointed that he didn't think of that earlier.

Louis shook his head, "I don't wanna talk about it."

"But Louis, maybe we could-..."

"Harry. Just drop it." Louis snapped, so Harry snapped his mouth shut. Louis sighed heavily, "Let's watch some TV."

They settled onto the sofa with some tea and popcorn, settling on some shitty american comedy show. Not all american comedy shows were shit, but this one was. But neither of them really cared. The tension still hung in the air unmistakably, smothering their moods and squeezing their hearts.

After about ten minutes stiffly sitting on the couch, neither of them daring to make a move to touch each other in any way, Louis grabbed the remote and turned down the sound of the TV.

He turned to Harry completely, "Look, Harry. I'm sorry, okay? I just- I don't think this is a good idea. Whatever we have, it will break as soon we're a few hundred miles apart. And you'll see other beautiful men and see how much easier it could be."

"Louis, I wouldn't-"

"Don't give me that shit, Harry." Louis interrupted, "Don't tell me you wouldn't ever let me go or that I'm the best person you'll ever get or whatever. I told you, I've been through it before. It's easy to say when you're still here and looking into my eyes and stuff but..." Louis shrugged. His voice dropped a bit, like what he was saying was somehow vulnerable, forbidden, "I don't even blame him. It is hard to keep such a relationship up. But I don't want to experience again."

Harry got it, at least partly. Louis had been heartbroken and didn't want to go through that again. Not with Harry and not with anyone else. And, as much as Harry hated to admit it, he couldn't promise that their relationship wouldn't end badly. Besides, they barely even knew each other. It hasn't even been a month since they had met.

But... Harry felt it. He hadn't ever felt like this with anyone else. So comfortable, so familiar and... so cliché. Butterflies, fireworks, rainbows... Okay, maybe that was a bit exaggerated but... you get the point.

"Okay." Harry whispered.

But Louis must have heard something. Something in Harry's voice made him bite his lip and consider samething. "Okay, how about this. You still have two weeks here, right?" Harry nodded and Louis continued, "In these two weeks we can do whatever you want. We'll spend time together and go to your tourist attractions or whatever you planned. And we can act like boyfriends. We can kiss and hold hands and stuff. But..." Louis took a deep breath, "After these weeks you'll go home and we'll move on with our lives. We can still hold contact, if you want, but we'll end this relationship before it has to end after a few month drifting apart and crying and a break up over the phone because one of us realized that their assistant is a much better choice than me... I mean, the other one."

Harry listened carefully, considering it. It somehow made sense but on the other hand, Harry doubted that it would end without much heart break.

But what other option did Harry have with those bright slightly hopeful, twinkling blue eyes watching him carefully, awaiting his answer? What other choice did he have when he had the opportunity to kiss this man, spend intimate moments with him, call him his, even if their time was limited?

There really wasn't any other answer than his whispered, "Yes." Before pressing his lips into Louis' softly. Make as well make the most of their time.