Attempting to be a super supportive boyfriend on top of his academics and balancing out his friendships was a lot harder than Harry thought it'd be.

His grades are still the utmost importance to him of course, don't start thinking Harry's slacking off now because he's not. Ed and Niall, his two mates he's been friends with for years have been put on the backburner pretty much. Ed's been wanting to go grab a drink with him and Niall sometime soon. As it'd been awhile since they've gotten to just sit and talk about life. Which Harry's not sure when that'll be because every weekend he's been with Louis. Whether it be at the usual sleazy party, watching films together under a silly fort made of blankets, or at a band gig.

Like tonight for instance.

It's Saturday and Harry's at a band gig twenty five minutes away from uni.

The same place that Louis had his band gig last time where Harry had gotten chatted up not once, but twice. This time instead of unbuttoning his blouse, he kept this short sleeved top buttoned up, and nestled in Louis' denim jacket.

Still Harry really should make time for his mates, maybe they can do something after class sometime soon. Hopefully so because next weekend he already has plans to go home for the weekend, so that's slashed off.

It's a lot on Harry's plate, he knows and there's other people in the world with worse troubles than his own. It's just he's never had this many things to balance in his life and to top it all off he's been in a state of nervousness all day.

Harry, after thinking more about the whole tattoo ordeal for the past few days, now had come to a conclusion that he was ready. To ink his body up and get something done, but he is also quite apprehensive at the same time. The idea was nice, but the sitting down in the chair and getting it done is the part that bothers Harry the most. Worried about how painful it'll really be and just how long it'll take, not only that but what if it turns out bad?

Going through all that torture for something that doesn't turn out good, that's what scares Harry even more.

Still, he has faith Louis wouldn't let him have a bad tattoo, more than anything Harry's certain he'll be seeing Louis' uncle. Which was fine and all, but it's just... how does he bring it up to Louis?

Like he knows Louis' wanting a matching tattoo together and is eager to get Harry's bare skin covered. Excited for him to finally come around to the idea after saying in the past that he preferred none.

Of course Harry knows he shouldn't be feeling a bit shy telling Louis that he's in fact ready, but he can't help it. Harry's worried about the pain and is even more concerned whether or not he will pass out from it.

If only Harry had the gall to bring it up sometime tonight.

Like right now, Harry's leaned against a wall watching Louis play his guitar with his band. Thinking about the whole tattoo thing and wondering just how he is going bring it up. It's been on his mind all day and Harry hopes to talk about it before the end of the gig. Harry isn't going to lie though he is beyond nervous and his stomach is a twisting mess every second that went by. All because he knows, he fucking knows he has to tell Louis sooner rather than later.

Harry thought maybe not focusing so much on it could get his mind off the subject. So he glanced around the room, noticing people nearly filling out the room, they were flirting, kissing, and nodding their heads to the music. The beer bottles littered about and the red solo cups on numerous tables and bookshelves as if that's where they belonged. All of that reminded Harry of why he doesn't do parties in the first place, not even Louis could make them fun for him. Harry still goes to them because of his mates, that's it, and that's all it ever amount to be.

Honestly Harry wished he was elsewhere away from this crowded house, with Louis of course. Except he knows he agreed to come this morning to come support Faithless Night, but that was because he wanted to support Louis. Be there and watch him play and hopefully leave once the gig was over with and not stay around a party they really don't belong at.

Zayn and Niall wouldn't come and neither would Ed or Nick as they all had a busy Saturday night. So that just left Louis to ask Harry, knowing he probably didn't have plans of going out. Not that Harry minded because he does truly want go to as many gigs as possible and even some practices. It's just going to all those things with his responsibilities as a good student, Harry's weeks have been filled.

Not that he minds, because he doesn't.

As Faithless Night sang covers from Pearl Jam, Harry nodded his head to the music. Noticing people stumbling around in front of him and some guy spilling the contents of his beer on the floor. Thank god it wasn't a repeat of the beer spilling on his top incident because Harry wasn't in the mood to do laundry tomorrow or walk around with his white top stained.

Harry sighed as he noticed the guy just decided to drop his cup to the ground and left it as he walked off like it's yesterday's news. So Harry decided to throw it away himself leaving his spot, going into the less than crowded kitchen, tossing it into the bin, and getting himself a glass of punch.

They'd been here for a little over an hour and a half now and Harry's managed to steal Louis way from time to time. Only when his band took short intermission and such. Smoke breaks, eating the free snacks (that're probably laced with god knows what), mingling with the guests, and all that lovely stuff. Harry didn't seem to mind much as he got to have Louis' attention through all of it and got his mind off the tattoo thing for a couple minutes. Except every time Louis went back to his band Harry's mind quickly went back to planning out how exactly he's going to bring it up and trying to relax himself.

Hell Harry even tried to use the jigsaw puzzle app on his phone to calm his nerves, but it did not work out at all. All he wanted to do was keep thinking about the tattoo subject or watch Louis, so it was just pointless.

A moment later Harry found himself back in his spot, sipping on the punch from his cup, his eyes watching Louis' band. Well, actually Harry had his sights set on Louis himself, admiring all of his fringe pushed back into his black beanie with a bit of his hairline showing, his black v-neck that paired so well with his tight black trousers that hug every inch of his bottom half. Harry will admit that he feels absolutely lucky that someone like Louis had wanted him from first glimpse. LIke Harry expected to land himself a guy that was a little less bad boy and a little more average Joe. Hipster even. Shit, even Harry thought Louis would want to be with someone a little more like himself, carefree, does whatever drug under their nose, sex with whoever they find fit, etc.

It makes his heart warm up at the thought of Louis wanting him this whole time and he can't help but find himself smiling. Remembering back to the first night they had met and how much Harry couldn't stand him at all. How he wanted to be as far away from Louis as possible and hated the fact that he found him attractive. Harry wanted to be mad at himself for thinking that way, he did, because he's never really been into the whole bad boy thing. Sure he thought they were quite hot in the movies, yet taboo. Harry never gave them a time of day to even fathom a thought of dating one. Especially since he used to think they were absolute trouble and not worth getting involved with.

Look at Harry now though, he's dating one and he couldn't be happier.

Harry smiled against the rim of his cup when Louis' eyes met his briefly before they were back on his guitar. Harry just took a sip of his drink and nodded his head along to the music.

When the band decided to take one more break before their final set (thank god), Harry noticed Louis putting his guitar on the stand and made his way over towards Harry. Maneuvering through the crowd of sweaty people when the radio came on and eventually found himself in front of Harry.

"Hey you," Louis said, the corners of his lips quirking upwards as he slipped his hands into his pockets. "Having fun yet?"

"Kind of... well not really," Harry answered honestly. "Almost got beer spilt on me, you know the usual thing that happens to me, but on the upside, I do get to watch your band."

Louis licked his lips before he snickered, "Knowing you can't handle a little beer on your top this place would have caught fire." Of course Louis had to say that.

"I'll have you know that walking around soaked in beer is not fun." Harry pouted taking another sip of his drink.

Louis shook his head as he then added, " Still, I'm happy you came tonight, H," Harry was glad to because he liked coming to Louis' gigs. " I know it was last minute, but thank you. "

"Of course, Lou." Harry assured, moving to mess with his curls with his free hand.

"Also on the bright side you got to watch my handsome arse play tonight." Louis said waggishly as he smirked.

Well Louis wasn't wrong.

"I guess you caught me red handed then?" Harry jested, drinking up the last of his punch. "Because you're pretty much the highlight of my night."

"Knew that was your motive to come." Louis teased, giving Harry a wink, and then walked off.

Harry stayed where he was, letting out a sigh as his eyes fell on Louis going disappearing into the kitchen. Probably to get himself a beer or something which it was fine. Even though the longer Harry was alone against this wall he stared down to his wrist, thinking about how the hell he's going to tell Louis tonight. It makes him feel nauseous thinking about it, the room was starting to feel ten times warmer, and all Harry wanted to do was take Louis' jacket off.

However he wasn't able to contemplate more of his thoughts because the cup was suddenly taken away from his hand. Louis had set it on one of the end tables littered with numerous cups and then reached for Harry's hand.

Wait, didn't Louis just go into the kitchen? Weird.

Before Harry could even ask what was going on Louis led him through the crowded living room, eventually making their way outside to the cooler air.

"I need a smoke before this last set." Is all Louis mentioned as they veered towards Louis parked car.

Once they were inside Louis' car all Harry could do was sit there. Listening to the soft music playing on the car radio, watching the way Louis exhales the smoke from his lips, and thinking about whether or not if it's the right time to bring up that tattoo subject.

Why is it so hard to just tell Louis?

Oh yeah, because Harry's never had a tattoo before and is quite worried about the pain.

Ugh, who would have thought this was going to be Harry's problem?

"What's the matter, babe?" Louis asked as he glanced towards Harry, his free hand moving to rest on Harry's thigh. "I can tell something's bothering you."

He can't be that obviously nervous, right?

Like Louis knows him quite well, but he doesn't know Harry that good. Not even Niall could pick up on his hidden nerves, usually the only one that could was his mum. As she always seemed to know when he was freaking the hell out, about to cry out of frustration, and so on. It's almost scary that Louis could read him just as well with only knowing Harry for six months now.

"I'm fine, Louis." Harry lied as his eyes fell onto Louis' hand on his thigh.

Louis of course doesn't buy it, "Bullshit, I know you better than that," yeah, Harry had realized that by now. "You're obviously unsettled about something and if you want to talk about it, I'm all ears." Harry does want to, he does, it's just he's not sure how to.

Harry gnawed on his lip, eyes fixated on the hand on him still. Feeling nausea setting in every second he didn't reply and Louis' eyes burning on him. Quietly waiting for an answer, something from Harry and the squeeze he receives on his thigh just confirms it.

"Darling..." Louis started to say as his voice trailed off his hand no longer on him. Harry felt his chin being cupped and slowly being guided to look back to his boyfriend. The cigarette no longer in his hand, the window rolled up. Holding their gaze for a lingering moment before Louis had leaned over and delicately pressed their lips together.

It always seemed that Louis' sweet kisses always made him feel better, even with unsettling nervousness in the pit of his stomach. Harry can't help but feel his heart start to palpitate when Louis' hand slid off his chin and onto his chest. Harry can feel Louis' fingers sliding into the small pocket and like he was being pulled forward even more. His body uncomfortably resting against the center console and his lips moving slowly with Louis'.

Then Louis pulled away and all Harry could think about is how it should be illegal to pull away mid-snog like that. His lips falling into a pout and just wanting to ease his nerves some more, but it was taken away from him.

Then before Harry knew it Louis started to clamber over the center console, his body taking up majority of the room, a knee on Harry's thigh, and his bum in Harry's face. Falling into the backseat and Harry can't help but glance over his shoulder and noticed Louis patting the spot beside him.

So they're taking this to the backseat Harry takes it?

Since Harry's legs are quite too long he just got out of the car before he got in the back because he didn't even want to try and see if it worked. Last thing he needs is to be stuck or Louis to make fun of him for that attempt.

Harry's eyes fell on Louis whose eyes were already on him and licking his lips.

"You know, you should definitely come 'mere" Louis simpered and Harry can't help but notice the way Louis sits there looking like that.

His legs spread, taking up all that unnecessary room, and his stupidly sculpted inked up arms being shown off like it's summertime. Not only that but Louis' eyes were on Harry's lips and the mood definitely changed. Like his worries about the tattoo suddenly disappeared and wanting to close the distance between their bodies.

Needing to be close to Louis and just-

Fuck! Louis got Harry's mind clouded now with other things!

When Harry slid right up beside Louis he flinched a bit when Louis moved himself just enough to face Harry. His hand sliding under the jacket onto Harry's side and his lips back on Harry's.

Harry found himself reaching for Louis' top and curling his fingers into the fabric and pulling him close. Needing him near and just having this rush of adrenaline coursed through him at the idea of them snogging in the backseat of Louis' car. Like anyone could just peer in here as Louis had parked near a street lamp, but still Harry can't help himself, this, the way Louis coaxing his tongue into his mouth.

It's just so... so... captivating.

Louis' kissing abilities put all of Harry's exes to shame.

Harry could feel his chest start to flutter longer they stayed like this, their lips moving eagerly, their hands on each other. Feeling like the small cabin of the car was getting ten times warmer and Harry wanted to take off Louis' jacket. Needing Louis' hands on his skin and wanting it now.

When the kiss broke Harry leaned back in eagerly because he wasn't quite finished, but he didn't get too far because Louis was on his neck.

Lips leaving wet open mouth kisses down his neck and Harry's eyes squeezed shut. His body stiffened when Louis' hands were suddenly on his shoulders. Slowly sliding the jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, causing every nerve ending in Harry to tingle. The jacket now off him and tossed god knows where.

Feeling the cool air against his skin and a breathy whimper escaped his lips as Louis continued to mouth wetly at his neck.

Harry soon felt almost as if the buttons to his top was being undone (well the topmost), and soon he felt his collar bones being exposed. Sending shivers down his spine as Louis' lips went lower and lower until they found his collarbones.

The hand back on his side and Louis' coating his collarbones with purple marks. It's quite painful yet it felt nice at the same time.

As Louis kissed at the tenderness of his skin, Harry felt himself growing warm all over, and hearing Louis talking breathily made him feel a bit woozy. "Fuck, I love your collarbones... 's so sexy."

Harry could feel his legs start to quiver as Louis latched his lips just below the tender skin, causing a whimper to escape his lips, his fingers digging into Louis' shoulders.

"I just can't get enough of you, god." Louis whispered in a sultry tone as he kissed his way back up Harry's neck, causing all the little hairs on Harry's arms to raise. "You're so fucking beautiful baby."

Tiny sounds escaped Harry's mouth the longer Louis was on his neck and he could feel himself starting to get wet.

Which was not the right time or place for that.

Not again!

Thankfully a moment later Louis' lips were gone and a hand was now on his smooth cheek, cupping it, and Louis' thumb gently caressing. Harry's eyes fluttered open, feeling his heart hammer at the way Louis was looking at him with dilated pupils. His lips red from peppering Harry's body with kisses and that smile, the fucking smug smile that makes Harry's heart beat a little faster.

God, Louis can send him through series of emotions just like that, it's crazy.

"I got a bit carried away I suppose," Louis muttered out softly and he was right about that. "It's just-" Louis started, "I've got the fittest boyfriend ever who's quite irresistible."

Harry could never get tired of Louis complimenting him.

"But I actually did want to ask you something important, but you looked unsettled about something and I just wanted you to feel relaxed." Louis explained as his hand fell off Harry's cheek to his side again.

"Thank you, Lou." Harry knows it probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but it works. Louis genuinely wanted to make sure he was okay and it makes Harry's heart flutter.

Of course Harry feels a bit better than before, but he knows his nerves it'll come rushing back the moment he's no longer has a distraction.

Honestly right now Harry felt compelled to just tell Louis that he wants ink, he wants to mark his bare skin with a complimentary tattoo that means something. It's just he can't find the right words and Louis already started talking.

"You remember Alex's wedding in August, right?" Louis questioned curiously and Harry can't help but wonder if this is what he thinks it is?

"Well clear off any plans you made for August 26th because you're my date," Louis just it put it out there and Harry felt the corners of his lips quirking upwards. Louis hadn't even given him an option to say no, just roping him right into plans for the summer, how typical.

Harry decided to be a little shit and looked to be thinking about it as he buttoned back up his top and ran his fingers through his hair. Rubbing his bare arms from the chilliness of the car settling around them the longer they sat out here.

"I hope you know I'm not the world's best dancer." Harry finally said as he glanced back at Louis, wanting to cuddle more into him for warmth. Not only that but maybe because he just wants to be close his boyfriend.

Louis let out a scoff as he shook his head, "And you think I'm going to be the next Gene Kelly?"

"Besides I can always just teach you myself, you know." Louis mentioned and hmm... Harry liked that idea. "After all you claim you're the worst dancer ever and it's just slow dancing." Louis didn't sound entirely convinced, yet almost excited?

Like he wants to dance with Harry alone?

However Louis says it's just slow dancing like it's no big deal and Harry can't help feel a bit embarrassed to admit he's never slow danced before. Well okay that's a lie, he has when he was younger with his mum and stuff at other weddings. Yet, this was much different than all those.

Harry's dating Louis and it's been ages since those weddings. Like he can barely recall himself even dancing and every time he did dance he'd step on those people's toes. So he's not like totally lying about being a bad dancer anyways.

"You've never danced with anyone before, have you?" Louis decided to press for answers, "I mean you've ought to at least."

"Just a few times, but I was a lot younger." Harry felt heat inch to his cheeks at the reveal and waited for it. The laughter that's escaping Louis' lips because Harry's just so inexperienced with certain things. Like dancing, sports, sex, drugs, and so on.

Except the laughter never came and Harry's not sure if that's a good sign or not.

"Well it's settled then, dance lessons in July, no ifs, ands, or buts Harold." Louis declared and Harry just bit back his laughter because this was silly. Louis' serious about the whole teaching him to dance thing and Harry still can't believe Louis even suggested it.

Never in a million years would have Harry thought Louis was up to teach him how to dance of all things.

Then again Harry kind of liked the idea of them dancing to a slow song after a romantic date, no one else around, and just intimate between them. God, Harry wants to do that so badly, he can't wait honestly if Louis' serious about it.

"Whatever you want, Lou." Harry muttered out softly and before Harry could get more comfortable in his spot Louis had other plans.

"Well we should be heading back in soon, got to finish up the rest of the gig," Harry didn't want to go back inside, he wanted to stay here with Louis. "Then we can head back to Southampton afterwards and drop you off, if you want."

If Harry wants? What's that supposed to mean?

Before Harry could ask Louis to elaborate he was already leaning over and grabbing his jacket off the floor and pushed it into Harry's lap. Telling him to wear it since he can tell Harry's cold and that he likes to see Harry in his clothes. Harry won't lie, he actually does too, what he loves even more is Louis wearing his clothes.

So yeah sharing clothes? Definitely a mutual feeling.

Right as Harry shifted himself to easily put on Louis' jacket his mind was screaming at him to tell Louis right now about the tattoo. To do it now or else it'll weigh heavily on his mind for the remainder of the night.

"Louis wait!" Harry spoke up, his words a bit shaky.

Louis was already opening the car door and moving to get out, but Harry was faster. Reaching over and grasping Louis' hand just in time. Feeling Louis pause for a moment before moving to sit back down, eyes on Harry that held curiosity, and their hands still together.

"I-" Harry started swallowing thickly as he glanced down to their hands for a moment before he met Louis' eyes. "I think I'm ready for a tattoo." Harry managed to get out, feeling a bit relieved yet nervous.

A smile spread across Louis' face as he moved their hands into his own lap, causing Harry's heart to speed up.

"This is what's been bothering you, isn't it?" Louis decided to start off with and Harry just slowly nodded, not liking that concerned look on Louis' face.

"Why?"

Harry gnawed for a moment before he quietly said, "I'm afraid it'll hurt too much." well it's honest and Harry hopes Louis understands why in fact he's been dreading telling him in the first place. "But I believe I'm ready."

"It's not too bad, honestly. I mean not the best feeling in the world, but I think you'll be okay." Louis reassured. Harry understands that Louis thinks they're not bad, but he's obviously built up a tolerance with the plethora of ink on his body over time. "Besides if anything I'll be there right next to you if you need a hand to squeeze."

Harry did like the idea of Louis being right beside him and giving him the option to hold his hand, it did make Harry feel slightly better. Just slightly...

"You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you." Louis explained as he moved his grip from Harry's hand and then rested it on top instead.

Harry knows that's true as he trusts Louis. However, a small part of him can't help but still feel a tinge bit paranoid over the pain.

"I'd pop Allen in the jaw if he hurt you." Louis said smugly and Harry tried to bite back his smile, Louis trying to act all tough was just far too cute. The thought of Louis punching his own uncle just wasn't something Harry could picture or Louis fighting anyone for the matter.

Actually Harry just didn't like the idea of Louis potentially getting injured is the thing. Last thing he needs to do is be nursing a black eye or a busted lip.

"You'd really punch your uncle for me?" Harry questioned as Louis nodded and Harry can't help but find this all so silly. No one's going to be fighting anyone and it's all just talk but still.

"Well yeah, I mean why wouldn't I?" Louis asked, sounding as if he couldn't believe Harry was questioning his protectiveness towards Harry. "You're my darling boy and I don't want anything to happen to you."

Harry still can't believe he found himself an adoring boyfriend, someone that always knows the right things to say to him, and that he actually cares about Harry's well being. Like none of his exes ever said they'd stick up for him or noticed when he was upset.

Louis knows when he's sad and when he's stressed out, shit, he even knows when Harry's is due for a step away from his school work. Louis so persistent towards him and pushes chivalrous things on him and Harry's come to realize that over time. From walking Harry to his buildings doors to giving Harry his jacket to wear when he's freezing, always taking the spot closest towards the street when they went for walks, opening doors for Harry, and so on.

Harry couldn't ask for a better companion.

By the time they headed back inside moments later holding hands, and maneuvering through the people and towards Louis' guitar they were greeted by the others band members. Probably bothered as Louis was needing to head in six minutes ago and they're running late. Which Harry felt a bit bad that he was the reason behind it, but whatever. He feels immensely better now that he's got the tattoo subject off his chest and he can stop worrying about it.

After Louis gave him a quick peck on the lips Harry had found himself back in the spot he was before. Eyes on the band and happy to see that Louis' bandmates annoyance had recovered quickly. Looking to be laughing about something and Louis shaking his head as he grabbed his guitar off the stand, strapped it around his shoulder.

For the remainder of the gig Harry kept to himself nestled into Louis' jacket, arms crossed, and bobbing his head to the music. Eyes on his boyfriend's majority of the time and smiling whenever they locked eyes briefly. Growing more and more eager to get the hell out of this party and be alone with Louis yet again. Even if it is for only twenty five minutes, Harry's much prefer that then stand by himself against a wall of all places.

However he did try to enjoy himself as he does quite enjoy Louis' band after all and he's here to be supportive. Still, that didn't mean he ended up on his phone exchanging a couple messages with Ed as he'd gotten a text moments ago asking him if he was planning on coming to Liam's party next Friday which Harry told him unfortunately not as he had plans to go home for the weekend. Telling Ed maybe they could meet up after classes sometime this week for coffee, possibly with Niall too. Which Harry still feels immensely guilty and like he needed to make these plans.

He doesn't want to lose his friends, even though they can be a bit of a pain at times, he can't imagine their friendships fizzling out. Especially not with Niall as they've been best mates for many years all because he's too focused on his relationship with Louis.

This was one of the reasons why Harry had said numerous times why he hadn't had the time to date, at least until he's done with uni. A major distraction and unsure how he'd be able to balance everything out, however here he is in love and happier than ever.

He wouldn't want to spend the rest of his years here alone without anyone to share his life with. To see Niall and Ed be happy in relationships while he'd just spend his days focusing on his coursework and nursing practice. Striving to have the best grades and avoiding all the parties he'd ever went too. Still telling himself not to befriend Louis and dislike him. Try not to interact with Louis whenever he came around when Harry would hang out with Niall and Zayn.

Harry wouldn't have wanted any of that. Not at all.

Happy with the way things turned out since then, sure there had been some (major) hiccups along the way, but it all fell into place.

He fell in love.

By the time the gig had come to an end the party was still going strong and the band was packing up. Harry stayed put as watched Louis snap his guitar case closed, grabbing it by the handle, hoisting it up, and vacating the area. Leaving Harry absolutely alone amongst the party goers that he didn't know other than that overly assertive boy with the nose piercing that was chatting up some guy with numerous ink on his arms.

Thank god he didn't come stomping over Harry's way.

Louis wasn't gone for too much longer because he was back and reaching for Harry's hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Wanna ditch, H?" Louis asked and Harry without a doubt nodded.

Louis ended up leading Harry through the crowded living room. Not even saying a word at all and Harry just followed because he was ready to get the hell out of here.

Unfortunately right as they made it outside and over towards Louis' car, right as Louis decided he wanted to open Harry's door for him, Tommy just had to crack a joke.

"Going to get some tonight, eh Tommo?!" all the guys cackled and Harry's could feel his cheeks burning. Louis on the other hand looked bothered, eyes narrowed, frown across his face, and glaring at Tommy.

Harry just kept his comments to himself and got in, Louis shutting the door for him and Harry could hear Louis telling Tommy to shut the fuck up and he sounded mad. Like he genuinely sounded upset that they joked about him fucking Harry. Which is understandable because the joke was tasteless and wasn't very funny. However, it's nothing to be that upset over because Harry's joked around with Niall in the past about Niall having sex with whatever guy he was seeing at the time or was interested in at the time.

Thankfully Louis didn't seem to be too upset for much longer because by the time they were down the road five minutes later, Louis was working on a cigarette. Which Harry still kept to himself and not too sure what to say as the quiet volume of the radio went off in the background. The Smashing Pumpkins is what's on Louis' playlist tonight and Harry's thankful they have the same tastes in music.

It was a comfortable silence between them the entire ride back to Uni, Harry felt a bit tired as it was going on ten by the time they were five minutes near Bencraft hall. Harry was eager to strip out of these constricting clothes and into some comfier ones to lay in bed with.

That is until Louis finally spoke up and Harry felt a hand on his knee.

"So, Harold I've got a question for you."

Oh?

"Yeah?" Harry wondered what exactly Louis was wanting to know now when he slowly came to a stop at a red light. His eyes glancing down to the inked hand on his knee then back up to Louis.

Louis gave Harry a passing glance before he gave Harry's knee a gentle squeeze.

"Do you want to spend the night with me?"

What?!

Did Harry hear that correctly? Did Louis just ask him to come sleep over in his room with him?

Oh wow.... Harry doesn't even know. He doesn't at all because he hadn't expected this so soon, them actually sleeping in each other's rooms officially, despite the few times he fell asleep on accident of course. Harry told himself he'd like to date Louis a little more before staying the night with his boyfriend.

However he's certain they're not going to do anything anyway, the bed will be cramped, but Harry could deal with it. He'd get to be in Louis' arms and wake up with him which was a positive, yet what if something embarrassing happens?

What if Harry has a wet dream? Or Louis himself has morning wood and pressed against Harry's bum? What if Louis goes tonight without a shirt on to bed? Or worse wearing nothing but his stupidly fitted boxers?

Like those are all reasonable worries Harry has, yet he wants to stay over. Louis giving him hopeful eyes when he briefly glanced over before he pressed on the accelerator once again. Harry likes the idea of not parting way for the night and just being together.

Fuck, Harry wants to stay the night. He does so badly.

"Yeah, I do." Harry finally answered, feeling his stomach go all fluttery.

Harry could see Louis' lips had twitched as he kept his hand on Harry's knee and he drove down the nearly empty street. Starting to sprinkle and Harry's glad they were almost done riding in this car.

It was when Louis drove past Harry's street that he felt baffled.

Shouldn't Harry go back to his own dorm to grab some extra clothes?

You know since he is sleeping over, he'd like to have some nice soft roomy clothes to spend his Sunday morning in. However, that wasn't part of the plan because Louis wasn't turning around and Harry thinks he may be borrowing Louis' old hookups clothes again.

It wasn't long before they ended up at Louis' dorm room and Harry was sat on Louis' bed. Still wearing his boyfriend's jacket as he crossed his legs, running his fingers through his hair wishing he had a ponytail holder of some sorts to throw his mess of curls into a bun. Just wanting it off his neck and shoulders, but decided to try and ignore it. As he's certain Louis would not have anything like that lying around.

"So, I was thinking since the night is still young we could watch a film or two," Louis brought up as he grabbed his laptop from his messy desk, moving to sit next to Harry and setting it on his lap. "And no Harold, there will be no sheet fort tonight if you're wondering." Louis snickered and Harry just rolled his eyes because no he wasn't wondering actually.

Harry did wonder though what movies Louis had in mind this time and how the hell they're going to watch something on that awfully small screen.

"What kind of films?" Harry inquired as he scratched at his cheek, watching as Louis opened his laptop up and loaded it up.

"Oh you know, something a bit different from our usual routine tonight." Hmm, Harry's not sure if he likes that. "Something a bit more intense if I'm honest." Louis explained as he brought up his internet browser.

It was when Harry saw Louis typing in horror movies Harry was already shaking his head, because no. Those types of films make him feel jumpy and make the wheel in his mind start turning. Besides, why does it even sound like a good idea anyway?

"Uh. I'm not the biggest fan of scary films, Lou." Harry expressed as he felt his heart starting to race when Louis had his cursor on the movie called A Nightmare On Elm Street.

To be honest Harry's only ever watched a couple horror flicks thanks to Niall and Ed persuading him to go see the newest ones playing. Gemma adores these kinds of films as well, so of course she's gotten Harry to sit down and watch with her once. He can't really remember the name, but what he can remember is a doll possessed with a soul of a serial killer.

Louis flicked his gaze towards Harry with a smirk on his face. "Oh really?" Already clicking on the movie after averting his gaze back to the screen and pressing pause after it loaded up.

God, they're really going to watch that movie aren't they?

"Well, yeah," Harry answered, "They make me feel a bit jumpy I guess." Well it wasn't a lie because they do. Same when he got dragged to numerous spooky houses back in October. He just prefers to stay away from things that make him think too much or heart attack inducing for the matter.

"But that's the point of the films, baby." Louis explained as he moved to set the laptop on the other side of him and getting to his feet. Moving towards his wardrobe and sinking down to his knees quickly, digging through his drawers.

Harry's just let out a sigh as he glanced back over to the laptop and gnawed on his lip, feeling a bit queasy at the idea of watching this horror flick. Like, no he hasn't' ever seen this movie before, but he has heard of it, well the franchise and such. Shit, there's a lot of scary movies that he hasn't seen but he really isn't up to telling that to Louis in case it opens a window for more watching horror movies late at night. Louis cramming in many horror films as possible instead of their signature Disney film theme.

What a plot twist this would be.

"Besides this movie I picked out isn't even really that scary just more gory than anything," Louis added, as if that's supposed to make it any better, "I think you'll handle it just fine, if anything I'll be there right next to you." Louis went on to explain as he was rummaging through his drawers still. Creating a mess of clothes beside him and ugh, Harry's glad he's not the one that's going to be cleaning up that mess.

Harry still can't help but feel a bit on edge about that movie, but also rather embarrassed that Louis knows scary movies makes him uneasy.

Louis finally stopped what he was doing and started putting the heaps of garments back into the drawers messily. Closing them and getting to his feet and then tossing a pair of sweats and a black tank top onto Harry's lap a moment later.

Well it was certainly different from what Louis' had him borrow in the past, so hopefully these fit slightly better.

"You can keep those for when you sleep over by the way." Louis mentioned as pulled the beanie from his head as he messed with his hair. Harry can't get over the fact Louis just said for when he sleeps over meaning this will happen on more than one occasion. Which makes Harry's heart flutter and a smile coming to his lips.

The idea of sleeping over at Louis' after a party or a band gig just sounded amazing. Falling asleep next to the boy that makes his days brighter and waking up to him was even better. Not having to kiss goodnight or have late night calls. It's them together on whosoever bed and being with each other and the more Harry thought about his worries of embarrassing things happening seemed to die out slowly.

Harry just nodded as he got to his feet with the garments in his hand and treading his way towards the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. Still quite shy to change around Louis still as he's not sure how he feels about being in his boxers around Louis yet. Just because he's never like been nearly naked around anyone before (with the exclusion of Niall). Not only that but he's a bit more modest than Louis when it comes to parading around without a shirt on.

After Harry quickly changed out of his constricting clothes he was quite happy with the fit of these sweats and tank top. Like it was a perfect fit and Harry wonders where these have been the whole time he's come over for a film night.

Did Louis happen to just buy these? Or did he just find them upon searching through his wardrobe one day?

Either way, Harry's satisfied even though he feels a bit cold with the thinness of the fabric of the top, but it works.

Harry couldn't help but stare at his reflection, stare at his collarbones that had numerous dark purple marks on them. Bringing his fingers up to gently caress them and flinching at how tender it still felt, but smiling at the memory of Louis trying to get him to feel better.

Honestly Harry couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to give Louis a love bite himself. Just curious to know how Louis would feel about it and how to exactly do it. He's never given one before and he'd like to do it to Louis, but maybe later.

When Harry left the bathroom with his clothes folded over his arm and Louis' jacket in his hand he nearly lost his breath. He stood there frozen and his eyes on Louis who was sitting on his bed wearing nothing but those stupidly fitted black boxers.

Umm... is Louis going to be sleeping like that?

Because Harry can just feel himself getting quite nervous at the thought of being cuddled up to his boy that is pretty much naked. Already the idea of running his fingers across Louis' bare stomach sends chills down Harry's spine. Louis' bulge... Louis' fucking bulge will be right there and Harry a bit worried about spooning in that small bed.

What if Louis gets hard? Even worse what if himself gets hard?

Oh god, Harry's not prepared for that, no he is not.

Harry swallowed thickly as he moved to set his clothes onto a spot on Louis desk. Feeling like the room was getting quite warm when Louis licked his lips and patted the spot beside him.

Fuck.

When Harry sat down beside Louis he felt a bit faint when Louis rubbed his hand down his own thigh. Harry can't help himself (he really can't) but discreetly stare at Louis' lap, his mind going back to the night he walked in on Louis. Remembering too much and how quite thick Louis was and holy shit Harry should not be thinking about this right now!

That happened months ago and it was an awfully embarrassing moment, he shouldn't be thinking about how well endowed Louis is.

Thankfully his mind wasn't stuck on it for too long because Louis had gotten up and ambled towards his desk. Harry watched curiously as Louis pushed his desk chair over towards the bed near the pillows and then moving back to the bed once again. Setting the laptop on the seat and not looking too satisfied from what Harry could tell before he was up again and grabbing one of his textbooks from his desk and setting it under his laptop.

Harry just sat there as he chewed the inside of his cheek, his eyes on Louis' toned stomach, and feeling a bit eager to just touch. Harry wants to feel Louis' warm skin and Harry can feel his mouth watering the longer he stares. The way Louis' boxers lay low on his hips makes Harry's mind go erratic with thoughts of just how tight they are on him and why it shouldn't be allowed to wear those to bed!

Before Harry could think more about how desirably appealing Louis is, the light was soon flicked off and Louis was clambering into the bed behind Harry, fussing with whatever it was for a moment before situating himself in the spot by the wall and propping himself up with his elbow.

It may seem stupid, but Harry was feeling anxious over sharing the bed and that Louis was only in his fucking boxers.

Right when Louis pulled the blanket over him, he flicked his gaze towards Harry who was still looking. "You gonna come 'mere Harold?" Louis asked as opened the blanket up as a sign for Harry to get in.

Harry gnawed on his lip before he slowly crawled over towards the spot next to Louis, moving to get under the covers, and his body gone stiff.

They've got next to no space between them and Harry's hand accidentally brushed against the fabric of Louis' boxers.

Harry hasn't even been next to Louis for one second and he can already feel his heartbeat quicken.

Thankfully Louis mustn't have noticed much when he leaned over and Harry's breath hitched when Louis was suddenly on top of him. Well leaning over him to press play and fucking hell anymore closer Harry may start having a slight problem in his sweats.

When the film started to play Harry couldn't concentrate when he moved to face the laptop, not when his mind was on ten other things. The fact that he's sleeping over with his boyfriend, that he's on a small bed that's meant for one, and how Louis is torturing him unintentionally with what he has on.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts when he felt an arm slid around his waist under the blanket and pressure against his bum. The corners of his lips sliding upwards and butterflies fluttering in his stomach when he feels gentle kisses against his shoulder.

I love you muttered in his ear softly and Harry's managed to slightly calm down with the affection Louis had given him.

However that still didn't mean Harry felt any less uneasy about this film still. Not when he actually stares at the screen and sees a distressed girl running in her nightgown down a dark corridor.

Trying his best to not feel his nerves starting to build but the slashes going down the fabric to the evil disfigured man popping up behind the girl made Harry jump a little. Causing the arm around him to tighten and lips once again pressed against his shoulder.

So far Harry did not like this movie at all and it hasn't even been six minutes in yet.

Honestly the longer Harry laid there and watched the more he didn't like it. Harry especially didn't like the part where the blond haired girl was being murdered by the man. A little too gory for his liking and found himself moving to his other side facing Louis who looked a bit confused. Arm still around Harry's waist until he moved to tuck some of Harry's hair behind his ear and rested it above the blanket this time.

"Something wrong?' Louis asked and Harry chewed the inside of his cheek. Knowing it's probably going to come off as stupid but he just couldn't stare at the movie anymore. All he wanted to do was cuddle instead, but too shy to just reach over and touch Louis' bare skin underneath the blanket.

"Nothing," Harry muttered out as he could feel heat inching to his cheeks, unsure how to even ask Louis if he can touch him when he's shirtless. "I just.. I don't know."

Louis looked confused as he stared at Harry, "Just spit it out, babe." Louis cooed and Harry wished it was that easy. He's not like Louis who isn't afraid to touch Harry or say certain things.

"Uh.." Harry started as he felt his heartbeat racing in his chest and his stomach hardening. 'Can I... uh.. can I touch... you?" It came out a lot more stumbled then Harry would have liked but god, that was a lot harder to do than Harry thought.

Louis just staring at him and that makes Harry start to regret even asking because his boyfriend isn't saying anything.

Harry was about to open his mouth when Louis finally did speak up, thank god.

"You know you're my boyfriend right?" Louis questioned as he moved to lay on his back, pushing the blanket down to his hips. Harry couldn't help but nod and lick his lips as his eyes trailed over his boy's stomach and chest. "I don't care if you touch me, shit, you don't even have to ask me, you can do it whenever you want, love."

Louis arm disappeared back under the blanket and before Harry knew it his hand was taken and he was being slowly guided towards Louis' chest. Causing Harry's cheeks to feel even hotter and flinching when his hand touched the warm skin. Moving to rest his head on Louis' arm that was now wrapped around his shoulder, pulling Harry close, and Harry's fingers gently were now caressing Louis' script tattoo it is what it is.

"Feel's nice babe." Louis cooed as they laid there together, making Harry's nervousness about touching his boyfriend shirtless subside. Knowing it was okay to do this made Harry feel at ease.

Harry's cheeks were still warm as ever as he traced along the letters and his mind going back to his plans of getting his first tattoo soon.

Thinking more about the fact Louis wants complementary ink together and it makes Harry start to wonder if it'll be too much. Since they're a couple now, they had those plans, well Louis had that plan when they were just friends. Now, the longer Harry laid here and rested his hand against Louis's chest he started to feel worry set in.

Not even the blanket Louis pulled back over them to cover them up made Harry feel any less unsettled.

Wouldn't it have a completely different meaning now?

Before it would have been a memoriam for their friendship but now it'd seem more serious. Of course Harry wants to be with Louis for many years to come but at the same time, this was more than just being together. This was a big commitment for them and Harry's unsure if Louis would still want that.

Hell, Louis was terrified of commitment and Harry knows them being together is quite a huge step for his boyfriend.

The matching tattoo is like the ultimate set in stone next to marriage or moving in together.

So if Louis was scared before what's going to make him want to get this tattoo now? Especially since it's permanent after all and they're a couple. Just because Louis had suggested it then didn't mean he'd want it now.

Harry could feel himself starting to feel quite warm and this empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. The longer he laid here in his boy's arms and thought about the complimentary tattoo Harry felt nauseous.

Almost as if Louis could sense something was wrong, Harry felt a light kiss press to his forehead. Fingers now in his hair and Louis speaking up.

"What's on your mind, Harry?"

Harry not sure if he wanted to tell Louis the truth about his worries regarding the tattoo.

"Nothing," Harry answered, it came out more quickly than he liked. "Why?" Hopefully Louis' too tired to realize just how Harry's feeling without even saying it..

Of course though Louis knows him better than that and felt his chin being cupped with Louis' freehand. His eyes suddenly on Louis face who had Harry look at him.

"Something's bothering you, I can tell." Of course Louis could figure it out. Of fucking course.

Harry gnawed on his lip as he could feel himself starting to blink a little more. Staring his boyfriend in the eyes and wanting to look away, he does so badly because he knows it gives himself away. His nervousness away. But he can't, not when Louis' expecting something, anything from Harry that's making him feel unsettled.

If only what Harry's mind is stuck on was easy to explain without the chance of Louis getting freaked out.

"Darling," Louis started softly as he his that was cupping his chin was now on his cheek, his thumb sliding over Harry's smooth skin. "What is it?" Louis asked gently, his thumb still caressing Harry's cheek, and his eyes holding a strong gaze.

Harry wished there was a way he could tell Louis it's nothing without being more obvious that it's a lie.

It's pointless though because he's not the best fibber in the world.

"I just... been thinking," Harry started, feeling his heart rate starting to quicken. Feeling himself starting sweat a little probably because Louis was a beacon of heat. Yeah that's it, not because he's like panicking. Not at all. " About, uh... tattoos."

Louis raised his brow as he tilted his head a bit. "And?" Louis inquired curiously as his thumb stopped sliding across his cheek, and his hand now on Harry's arm. Giving it a squeeze before resting it there. "You're not backing out on it now are you?"

Harry shook his head, "No, I still want to," Harry explained as he felt Louis' other hand toying with his hair. "It's just... I don't know... it's stupid."

"It's not stupid, Harry," Louis countered. "You've never been inked before so whatever it is isn't fatuous, no matter what it is, I'm sure it's a reasonable worry."

Yeah, Harry wished he was more so worried about his first tattoo than the complementary tattoo. Not that he isn't concerned about the pain, because he is, it's just getting a matching tattoo with your boyfriend is more of a serious matter.

After taking a deep calming breath Harry let it all out. "You said you wanted to get a tattoo together and that was before when we were mates," Harry explained. "And I'm not sure if you'd still want that with me because it wouldn't be a friendship tattoo anymore." Harry confided, feeling like he was sweltering from the heat surrounding him.

Louis wasn't saying anything, not a damn thing. It makes Harry's heart start to palpitate and his mind screaming at him for saying anything at all. Telling him to shut up and yet his mouth betrayed him.

"I get it if you don't want to do it anymore because it'll have a different meaning and-" Harry was cut short of running off at the mouth because Louis was already interjecting.

"Harry, stop, calm down and breathe for me love," yeah easier said than done. "It's okay, is this what's the problem is?"

Harry slowly nodded, feeling his arm squeezed yet again, before he stammered on, "It's just... you know... different and-"

Before Harry could finish his sentence Louis had chimed in, "Babe, when it comes to you I'm up for pretty much anything and I hope you understand that."

"So you still want to do it?" Harry questioned, his voice gone a bit softer.

"Yes, of course I still want to do that with you," Louis specified as his hand starts to gently rub Harry's arm. "Just because we're dating now doesn't mean it changed my opinion on it." well that's good to know, makes Harry feel a bit better.

"And you know what?" Louis continued on as then Harry felt Louis' hand sliding down his arm to his hand, fingers curling around and intertwining their fingers together.

"What?"

"I wouldn't want it with anyone else." Louis told him and Harry's heart felt full.

Like they're really going to do this, a couples tattoo, together. Louis still wants to do that with Harry sometime in the future and Harry almost wants to cry. Not because he's sad or stressed out, but because he feels just so happy.

Having someone that loves you and wanting to do things like solidifying their commitment towards Harry is just so much. Especially being Louis who was terrified of getting attached again and is willing to do such a thing with him.

So they're really going to get a tattoo together and honesty, Harry couldn't wait.

*****

Going home to see his mum for the weekend is such a rarity for Harry.

In retrospect Harry's realized that maybe it should be more of a priority than spending his weekends doing whatever it is with Louis. However, he'll see Anne all summer anyway and it's not like he doesn't give her a ring or a text every so often. It's just there's simply no time to go home unless it's holiday or someone's birthday.

If only he had a car of his own and a job to pay his way, then he'd be more inclined to drive hours out of his way to see her.

Harry sounds like a shitty son, he knows, but it's been tough for him balancing things.

Anne though doesn't seem to mind much as she told Harry as long as he doesn't jump off the face of the earth and comes to him when he needs something it'll be okay. That's the thing about Anne, she's always been the type of mum that wasn't super overbearing or strict. She's actually quite laid back even though in some aspects she does like to keep tabs on Harry and Gemma, to make sure they're okay and still breathing of course.

Honestly Harry feels guilty for not visiting as often because he knows it's probably lonely there in a house where she raised Gemma and Harry alone for ten years. His mum didn't have any pets and she rarely ever dated so it's been just her.

Harry thinks when he goes home for the summer maybe he could convince Gemma to come stay for a few days so they could all do something special for Anne. Maybe go on family outing or something for a day or two.

That would have to be a thought for a later time because Harry's too busy retyping up his notes in the cafe. Taking his time after class to work in a little bit of revising as he enjoys his coffee before going home tonight.

Yeah, so Harry had gotten around to ask Louis if it were possible to drop him off on his way to Jay's. Of course, Louis said yes and told him yet again to not be afraid to ask him whenever he needs to go home. Even it was in the middle of the week or the night, he was up to do it for him. Which was super sweet but Harry knows that's just a lot of mileage and money to spend going back and forth all because Harry is homesick or whatever.

Still it's nice to know he doesn't have to wait around for someone to come get him or ride the train.

Harry really should have just changed out of his nursing uniform, but he didn't feel like it. He just feels a bit exhausted honestly from staying up late last night. All because he lost track of time as he talked to Louis on the phone for a while about how Louis' going to be meeting Lottie's boyfriend on Sunday. Which by the way Louis didn't sound too happy about and mentioned how he was going to have a chat with him. Honestly, that doesn't even surprise Harry, he knows just how protective Louis can be after all.

Harry's not mad at Louis that he stayed up because he woke up on time, it's just that he's gotten a little less energy than usual. That's why he's here at the cafe now before Louis' suppose to come get him around two so they can leave. To get some caffeine in his system before that long haul.

Thankfully Harry packed his duffel bag last night because honestly, he doesn't even feel like it. Shit, at this point he may even just go back home in his nursing uniform.

Harry scratched as his scalp carefully, trying not to mess up his disheveled bun anymore as it's nearly falling out as he sat there staring at the screen. Groaning to himself as he rubbed at his eye, not really wanting to finish re-typing this all up. Taking a sip of his iced coffee before forcing himself to continue typing.

As time passed Harry found himself yawning and his vision going blurry every so often. Blinking because his eyes were starting to burn, and loudness of cafe bringing an unwanted headache.

After twenty minutes had gone and went Harry had given up as he stared back at the word document, not very satisfied that he's only managed to get a quarter of a way done. It's not good, not for him. Harry knows it'll bug him for eternity if he doesn't finish these notes by tonight, but he just can't right now. He's just want to go back to his dorm and lay down for a few minutes, that's it.

As much as he hates to abandon his studies, Harry closed his laptop and stuffed into his bag. No longer having the mental capacity to make himself sit here and hammer it out, finding himself sliding the strap of his bag over his shoulder and grabbing his drink. Already making his way out of the busy cafe and towards the bus stop.

By the time Harry had gotten back about ten minutes later he wasted no time to set his heavy bag and drink onto his desk. Not bothering to change out of his uniform as he crawled into bed and pulled the blanket to his chest. Squeezing his eyes shut and enjoying the silence of his room, appreciating the fact no one seemed to show up with other plans.

It didn't take Harry too much longer until he felt himself going into a slumber.

Harry's eyes snapped open to the loudness of pounding on his door, groaning as he rubbed his eyes, thinking about how rude it was of whoever it is to interrupt his nap he just started minutes ago.

Honestly Harry wanted to give them a piece of his mind because all he wanted was to get fifteen minutes in before he gets ready to see Louis. Of course though someone needed to change those plans of course.

When Harry moved to sit up his eyes landed on his clock and he had to do a double take. His fifteen minute nap turned into an hour and a half nap... oh no.

Harry quickly checked his pockets and started to panic as he couldn't find his phone and the persistent knocking just made it worse.

"Give me a minute." Harry announced, his voice a little hoarse as he got to his feet and searched through his blanket and sheets. Feeling himself grow more worried that Louis' probably been waiting on him and already had left.

Which Harry hoped wasn't the case because he wants to go home.

Eventually his phone was untangled from the sheets and Harry just pocketed it and hastened to his door. Expecting to be greeted by Niall or Ed, that is until he opened it up and saw Louis standing there.

Thank god, at least Louis didn't leave him behind.

"Everything okay, Harold?" Louis asked curiously as he stepped a little closer. Creating less distance between them and Harry nodded.

"Yeah, was just napping," Harry explained still feeling quite out of it as he moved out of the way to let Louis in. "I sort of overslept I guess." Harry brushed the strands that'd fallen out his bun behind his ear as Louis lurched passed him Harry into room.

Harry shut the door and his eyes landed on Louis who was already straddling his desk chair that was flipped around. Arms folded against the chair and Harry sometimes wonders how Louis can look so confident just by the way he's carries himself.

"I was wondering why you hadn't responded back as I know you're quite eager to see your mum," Louis explained and he wasn't wrong about that, but Harry was tired. "Then again it is my fault for chatting your ear off last night."

"It's okay, Lou." Harry reassured as his hands hanged limply at his sides, still feeling quite fatigued even after taking that little nap.

Lous just gave a little nod. "I suppose it worked out anyway wanted to chat with my professor after class," Louis explained, sounding not too entirely thrilled. "Took to fucking long if you ask me, but whatever that's water under the bridge now."

Harry wondered what exactly Louis needed to talk about, but he didn't want to pry. If Louis wanted to let him know what's going then he would have told Harry.

"Do you need a little bit of time before we take off?" Louis questioned and Harry glanced down to what he was wearing. His nursing uniform full of wrinkles and out of sorts. His hair is probably a mess and he doesn't know whether or not to take his laptop home tonight with him.

Harry gave a little nod as his eyes went back on Louis, "Um, yeah can you give me like ten minutes?" Harry hoped that was okay, he just wanted to get out of these clothes and into something more casual. Not only that but he needed a couple minutes to wake himself up a little more.

Once Harry was alone after grabbing his jeans and one of his warmer jumpers, Harry quickly changed into them, splashing some cold water onto his face to make him a little more alert, and redoing his bun because he just doesn't even feel like messing with his hair. Feeling somewhat on edge as he looked into the mirror, noticing on his neck that he had a couple faded love bites from a few days ago and he prayed Anne won't say anything.

When Harry stepped out of the bathroom Louis was flipping through one of Harry's textbooks on his desk before he glanced up, a soft smile coming to his lips.

"Ready to hit the road now curly?" Louis asked, closing the textbook, and pulling the keys from his pocket. Slipping on his sunglasses with his free hand and Harry wonders how someone can be so easy on the eyes. It's ridiculous.

Harry nodded as he grabbed his bag back off his desk and the charger cord to go along with it and stuffing it into the already heavy bag. Harry then was about to reach for his duffle bag by his bed, well that is until Louis grabbed it for him and already started to walk off. Harry just shook his head as the corners of his lips quirked up and followed his boy out the door.

From what Harry could tell they're going to arrive later than intended. Well, a lot more later than initially planned because sitting in traffic wasn't something they had expected.

They'd only been on the road for merely an hour and they've been in this traffic jam for merely ten minutes now. Harry hated this and wished everyone would just move along already, no matter how much he enjoyed his boyfriend's company, Harry just wanted to be home already.

Louis was lighting up a cigarette and cracking open his window and Harry himself wished he had another coffee. Wanting to ask Louis if maybe they could pull off somewhere at a coffee shop to get him something, but of course he doesn't. Not even wanting to even bother with that question because of how long they've been sitting here already.

"Fucking hell, this taking forever." Louis complained as he took a drag of his cigarette, his gaze flicking over towards Harry. His hand now off the wheel and now on Harry's thigh, giving it a gentle rub. "You doing okay, babe?"

Harry slowly nodded, his eyes on Louis' hand and his heart started thumping.

When Harry looked back up to Louis just gave him a small smile before he put his hand back on the wheel. Working on his cigarette and pressing on the accelerator when traffic seemed to move ever so slightly.

Eventually they make it out of the traffic jam many minutes later and Louis decided on taking a different route than usual. Apparently, it was the long route and as much as Louis said he didn't want to, he just wasn't up for a chance of being in a rush hour like that again.

With Louis who has a lead foot it seemed to work out just fine actually. Harry just wondered how Louis still hadn't managed to get himself a speeding fine after all this time that he's known him.

By the time they had arrived to Anne's a couple hours later Harry was eager to stretch his legs. Ready to just go put his bags in his room and catch up with his mum before she heads to bed for the night. Thankfully she didn't seem to mind Harry showing up later because he had texted her about halfway that they'd be running a little late. Obviously, that was okay and said if she wasn't up by the time he was there to just let himself in.

Honestly Harry was quite glad to see some of the lights on in his house.

After they headed inside with Harry's stuff, they were greeted by Anne who pulled Harry into a warm hug. Squeezing him and mentioning that she's happy they made it safely.

"Missed you too, mum." Harry commented as he pulled away from the embrace and fixed his bookbag strap that has slid down his shoulder a bit.

"Nice to see you, Louis," Anne greeted tenderly as she gave him a small smile before her eyes landed on Harry. Harry felt a bit self conscious when his mum looked at him for a moment without saying anything, feeling as if she looking at his neck.

Harry cleared his throat as he glanced at Louis briefly before his eyes were back on his mother. "Um, I think I'm going to go drop my stuff off in my room now." Harry mentioned as he started to walk off towards the stairs, hoping Louis was following him.

After Harry was back up in his room he set his book bag onto his desk and had told Louis just to set his bag down onto his bed. Telling Louis thank you for doing that and saying how much he appreciates it.

They spend a little time in Harry's room, just them sharing a few kisses and Louis mentioning that he'd come and get him Sunday night. That was okay and Harry knew Louis was wanting to have a sit down with his sister's boyfriend anyway, so Harry's eager to find out how that goes.

A few minutes later Harry went back downstairs with Louis, ready to walk him out to his car. Well, that is until they were stopped by Anne asking if they were hungry.

"Actually Louis' about to head home, mum." Harry explained and Anne looked a bit displeased.

Harry not sure why his mum had that look on her face and he's not sure if he liked it.

"Nonsense, Louis you're more than welcome to stay the night," Anne specified and Harry just stood there dumbfounded, because what? "It's quite late and I'm sure you need a rest from driving."

Is Anne being serious right now?

Harry glanced at Louis, wondering what he makes of this, because it doesn't make sense to Harry. His own mother asking Louis to sleep over which Harry would have never expected to leave her mouth.

"Are you sure?" Louis questioned curiously as he messed with his hair, "I mean I don't mind the drive."

Anne just shook her head, "Yes I'm sure love, you're welcome to stay over whenever you want," Hmm... Harry's not sure where his mum was going with this. "You make my son really happy and it's nice to see him with someone that makes him smile."

Oh god, Anne needed to stop!

Louis didn't need to keep hearing this and he certainly didn't need Louis sleeping over. Not because he didn't want Louis to be here, but because Harry feels as if he's going to be embarrassed. Who knows his own mum could show Louis old pictures of him and tell Louis humiliating stories and stuff. After all, Harry's finally in a relationship again so he doesn't blame Anne for wanting to bond with Louis.

"If it's okay with Harry." Louis reckoned as his eyes were no on Harry, and Harry hates it that he has this pressure on him. Whether or not if he should have Louis sleepover at his mother's house tonight with him.

Honestly Harry was about to say no, because he should definitely say no. Having his boyfriend sleeping over at his mother house was a bad idea.

"Uh. Sure... I guess"

But his mouth betrayed him, of course.

"Splendid!" Anne beamed, "If you boys are hungry I've got some leftover pizza in the fridge, okay?" Anne told them and Harry just nodded. Trying to figure out why in the hell he couldn't just say no in the first place. "Also, Louis if you want you can sleep in Gemma's old room or in Harry's, it's up to you."

Harry was quite thankful when his mum had excused herself and went into the living room. Happy she was no longer asking them many questions. On the bright side to make himself feel better Louis could take Gemma's room as he's not sure how comfortable he feels sharing a bed with Louis while his mum is down the hall. Only because he's never done this sort of thing before, having a boyfriend stay the night, and he's not sure how his mum would react either. Even though she gave the option to Louis, it still didn't mean it made Harry any less unsure of it.

After that they ended up hanging around in the kitchen to munch on some food as they hadn't really stopped anywhere before showing up. Louis had a grimace on his face when Harry mentioned how he'd rather have something healthier than cold pizza. Of course, Louis had to throw in a comment that he'd rather walk all the way back to uni then eat leafy greens. Not that all healthy dishes had greens as Louis assumed but Harry just shook his head and bit back his smile.

When they're finally back upstairs, Harry's unpacking his bag, and Louis' on the phone with his mum. Telling her he was staying at Anne's for the night and he'll be home around noon tomorrow. Harry ended up just setting his clothes on the desk chair and put his bag near his desk, not really up to put things away as he'd only be home until Sunday.

Harry's eyes fell onto his book bag on his desk and he's mad at himself, feeling quite disappointed that he hadn't finished his notes yet, and it's getting late now. Looks like studying will be put off for tomorrow he supposed.

Being a diligent student that goes above and beyond is tough that's for sure.

Harry sighed to himself and start unzipping his bag, pulling out his laptop. Just needing it in his sight so he remembers first thing in the morning and even taking out his textbooks and setting them aside.

Damn it.

It's really bugging Harry and he hates that he wants to sit down and crack open his laptop. Feeling anxious to start back on examining and re-composing his notes because he feels as if he doesn't get this done then it's a slippery slope from here on out. Which is not good, not for Harry.

Harry jolted when he felt an arm slid around his waist, bringing him out his thoughts, and his gaze flicked towards Louis.

"You're seriously not going to study when you're home for the weekend are you?" Louis questioned curiously and Harry nodded.

"Well, yeah I am because I never got to finish my notes and I don't want to be slacking off now." Harry explained, feeling his stomach churn a bit.

Louis moved in front of Harry and his fingers tucking Harry's hair behind his ear, resting his hand on Harry's side afterwards.

"Listen Harry, I know how important your academics are to you and all, but you need to relax a little," yeah Harry wished he could relax, but how could he when he has his future on the line? "You stress yourself out over rewriting notes, essays, projects, and shit." Well, Louis wasn't wrong about that, but he has his reasons. "You're seriously one of the most ambitious person I know and it's mind blowing just how much you fret over little things."

Harry gnawed on his lip, knowing everything Louis was saying held some truth, but this is how he's always been. Ever since he remembers he always found himself at the top of the class and always getting the best grades. Spending hours upon hours learning and self teaching himself stuff that had no importance to his education. Hell, Harry even had perfect attendance every single year, well except months ago because he was blinded by infatuation, but still. Harry had goals set for his future and he intends to succeed them.

"You need to make time for yourself, darling." Louis crooned as he pulled Harry a touch closer, Louis leaning up, and pressing his lips against Harry's.

Maybe Louis is right about Harry needing to make time to relax and get his mind off his coursework. It's just there's simply no time with everything that's already going on in his life and he's just glad summer will be in a few months.

For the remainder of the evening before bed they ended up just sitting on the floor working on one of Harry's ocean puzzles. Music playing lightly in the background from Louis' phone blasting out various tunes from Nirvana. Which Harry might add definitely did relax him and made him feel quite elated that Louis wanted to do this with him again.

It was nice and by the time they had gotten a little over halfway done Harry realized he should probably change into something a little comfier. Not only that but go say his goodnights to his mother as he knew she was probably getting around ready for bed soon.

After excusing himself and grabbing a pair of his sweats and a comfortable shirt, Harry found himself in the bathroom. Quickly changing out of his clothes and into this sleep ones before deciding to head downstairs hoping his mum was still up so he could say goodnight to her.

Thankfully she was still up and in the kitchen. Having a glass of water, and Harry just wanted to make this quick.

Unfortunately his mum had other plans.

"Harry, can I talk you for a moment?" Anne asked carefully as she set her glass down onto the counter and Harry wonders what this about.

"Uh. Sure." Harry murmured as he crossed his arms, feeling the chilliness of the air around him, making him feel cold.

Anne gave a small smile before she started talking and what left her mouth totally caught Harry off guard.

"I hope you boys are being safe."

Um... is she being serious right now?!

Of all the time Harry will be here these next few days she picks now. Where Louis' upstairs and it's late, like Harry should be already back in his room giving Louis a kiss goodnight, but no. He's stuck down in the kitchen where his own mother is hoping they are using protection.

Harry never thought he'd ever have this conversation with Anne.

"Uh-" Harry tried to interject but he couldn't not when he could feel his cheeks slowly becoming hot and his chest felt like it was caving. What can he even say about all of this? It's not like he's going to tell his own mum he's still a virgin and he's certainly not going to give her details about anything.

It's embarrassing!

"I know you're an adult, but I want to make sure you're both being conscious about certain decisions." Anne went on and Harry wanted this conversation to end now.

Harry had brought his hand to his face and groaned, not liking this at all.

"There's nothing wrong about being intimate and-" Anne was then cut off by Harry who spoke over her, not wanting her to even finish that sentence.

"Mum, stop." Harry whined into his hands before dropping them off his face and slumping his shoulders. Hoping this god awful safe sex talk will end soon enough because he already knows this stuff and he certainly didn't need a refresher before bed.

There was a beat of silence and Harry thought for a minute maybe Anne got the hint but no she wasn't done.

It was then asked something else that was absolutely one hundred percent embarrassing and Harry was done.

"Have you been to the clinic yet?"

Harry was absolutely done because he did not need to spare that detail with his mother on that and he certainly didn't want to hear whatever ever else comes out her mouth.

He loves his mum, he does, she's a wonderful mother, but he can't do this.

"I'm going to go to bed," Harry dodged the question as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Good night, mum." Harry said weakly as he turned on his heels and quickly left the kitchen. Hearing his mum saying she wasn't finished but ended up saying goodnight back.

Good god, Harry thought he'd never get out there and now he has to go face Louis.

Ugh, this was a nightmare because Harry still feels abashed.

What made the matter worse when he opened the door to his room there was Louis in his fucking boxers.

Can this night get any more torturous for Harry?

After he closed the door behind him Harry gnawed on the inside of his cheek, his cheeks still feel quite warm, and his eyes on Louis.

Louis of course wasted no time sauntering over towards Harry, reaching for his hand, and holding it.

"Everything okay?" Louis inquired, his eyes searching Harry's, and Harry's not sure if he wanted to tell Louis what his mum brought up in the kitchen. Not up for a discussion about their sex life that really doesn't even exist anyway.

Harry knew he should have covered those faded love bites up.

"Uh. Yeah, everything's fine." it came out a little more rushed than Harry had intended and he hoped Louis would leave it be.

For a moment Harry thinks for once in a lifetime that Louis isn't trying to figure things out.

Yet, after that pause Harry was let down.

"Mm I'm not really sure if I believe that, Harold," Of course Louis didn't. "You seem a bit embarrassed actually." Louis hit the nail on the head on that one. Harry sometimes wished Louis wasn't so clever when it comes to his own emotions.

"I.. I'm not... embarrassed." Harry stammered and felt nervous when Louis gave him that look. His head cocked to the side and his eyebrow raise. Fuck, Louis doesn't believe him, not after he stammered. Of course.

"What happened?" Louis questioned curiously, Harry couldn't look at Louis, he can't. His eyes were on their hands now as Louis pressed some more. "Clearly something's gotten you shamefaced."

Harry really doesn't want to tell Louis about that awkward chat he had with his mum. He would much rather be at one of those seedy parties than talk about safe sex. Rather get a contact buzz than tell Louis at all and that's saying something for Harry.

However, Louis clearly wasn't about to let this go.

"I promise I won't laugh, okay?" Louis reassured and yeah, that's not what Harry's concerned about.

Harry sighed deeply as his eyes were still on the inked dainty hand holding his own. Trying to think of all the reasons why he shouldn't tell his boyfriend. No matter if Louis says he'll laugh or not. However a part of him knew better, he should be open and honest with Louis as they're in a relationship.

Ugh, Harry didn't like this, he didn't at all!

As much as Harry didn't want to tell Louis about what happened in the kitchen, he felt compelled to be truthful. Especially since Louis sounded genuine when said he wouldn't laugh, hopefully that's the case.

"Well my mum.. She.. uh," Harry started, already having trouble getting his words out. "She think's we... are.. you know." God, this was so much harder than Harry thought!

"We are what, babe?" Louis asked and Harry wished Louis could just read his mind.

"Uh," Harry started, feeling a bit lightheaded, and just wanting to lay down. To forget this conversation and its entirety. "Active." Yeah, that's all Harry could say because holy shit, Harry can't get the right words out. Not when he feels Louis' eyes burning on him and he's standing next to him in his boxers. Like hello right there in Louis' bulge in his eyesight, right next to their hands.

Harry couldn't look at Louis right now, he just can't. Not after that he put it out there that Anne thinks they're sleeping together.

"So your mum thinks we're fucking?"

Harry gave a sheepish nod, his face going all red from embarrassment, trying his best not to imagine being undressed in bed with Louis. Doing everything in his power to kill that thought because they're not going to have sex, it's not happening. Harry's not quite there yet and sure maybe he's thought about Louis in the buff more times than he could count, but it doesn't mean anything. Not for Harry and his virginity that he still has intact.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, love." Louis cooed and Harry hesitantly looked at Louis, feeling his cheeks warm as ever, and his hand being squeezed.

It is embarrassing though, his mother asked him if he had been to the clinic!

"She asked if we were.. Uh... being safe." Harry added in a near whisper.

Louis smirked. "Well at least she's concerned, I've had that type of chat with my own mum countless times, trust me." Yeah, probably because Louis is quite open to Jay. Harry preferred a little more privacy on his end when it comes to this kind of stuff. "Nothing to fret over, darling."

Harry wished he couldn't just fret over it.

However Harry felt a bit better now that he had gotten it off his chest. Praying no more awkward chats like those with Anne happen again.

For a split second Harry thought maybe the topic was over with, but that wasn't the case.

"I'm not going to lie though, I've thought about it." Louis admitted so openly and Harry nearly choked on his spit.

Did Louis seriously just say that?

Like of course Harry knows Louis had thought about him like that, sexually, before when he walked in on Louis touching himself. Still, that was then and this is now and who knows when Louis had thought about it.

"Oh?" Harry said questioningly, feeling shiftiness near his heart as he held Louis' gaze.

Louis gave a nod, licking his lips, as his eyes fell on Harry's lips before back to Harry's eyes. "Well, yeah, quite a lot actually."

Holy shit, Harry wasn't expecting that!

Harry's breath hitched when Louis was crowding his space, up in his ear, and hands now on his side. His own hands resting at his side limply and Harry feels like his whole body was tingling all over.

"You know... I'm sort of thinking about it right now." Louis whispered and fuck, that sent shivers down Harry's spine.

Like their conversation went from how Harry shouldn't stress over his concerned mother to Louis admitting he's thinking about it. Them together in bed with no clothes on, shit Harry can feel his mind start to go a bit fuzzy already.

Before Harry could process anymore of his thoughts Louis' lips were on his.

Their kisses were slow and Louis' fingers digging into Harry's side made him feel weak. Leaning more into his boyfriend for support as if he thought his legs could give out.

His mind stuck on the fact Louis' wants to be intimate with him.

Fuck.

Soon their kisses turned into Louis pushing his tongue into Harry's mouth and Louis' hands slowly sliding down to Harry's bum. Causing Harry's body to stiffen when he felt his arse being cupped. His fingers twitching and finding his hands on Louis' back, needing him close. Needing something to grab onto because this was all so much.

They stay like this for a while until Harry feels as if he was slowly being guided towards his bed as Louis' tongue painted his mouth. Feeling all the nerve endings on his body tingle at the thought of them taking this to the sheets and the fact Louis' hands on his bum just adds to it.

This was all just so new to him, Louis cupping his bum, heatedly kissing in his childhood bedroom, and the fact that he's with someone that he loves.

Harry nearly frowned when Louis peeled his lips away from his. Harry was about to lean over to give a hint he's not quite finished yet, but he felt the hands on his bum slid to his hips. Louis was back in his ear and Harry feels like his whole body is on fire.

"How about we take this somewhere else?" Louis purred into Harry's ear causing him to shudder.

"Uh.. okay." Harry breathed out as he was starting to feel quite dizzy, and it doesn't help when Louis' breathing down his neck.

Harry melts when he feels open mouth kisses go down his neck briefly and it should be illegal that Louis pulled away abruptly. Harry wants it, wants Louis to keep leaving wet open mouth kisses on him, he wants it so fucking bad.

If Harry wasn't already starting to get overwhelmed he certainly was now. Louis moved onto his bed, near the wall, and his eyes on Harry.

"C'mere darling." Louis murmured and Harry swallowed thickly, moving onto the bed and trying not to steady his breathing. Unsure of what actually Louis was doing until seconds later he was hovering over him. Hand splayed into the blanket beside him and lips back on his. Kissing him needily and Harry nearly lost it when Louis started to suck on his bottom lip.

Harry mewled into the kiss when he felt a knee between his thighs pushing them apart, his hand going to Louis' back, needing to just touch him. His bareback and god, Louis' between his legs, bodies' pressed flushed together, and Harry's feeling quite titillated.

Moving their lips languidly together before Louis coaxed his tongue into Harry's mouth. Massaging their tongues together and Harry stifled an oncoming whimper when he suddenly felt pressure against his hips.

It was getting quite warm in his room and Harry was starting to sweat, his heart rate climbing, Louis rolling his hips against Harry's just added to it.

Then there was a brief pause as Louis pulled back just far enough so their lips were brushing, breathing heavily, and Harry doesn't want to stop now. He wants to keep going and the way Louis' steadily pushing up against him made Harry feel quite tingly and sensitive. Letting tiny sounds escape his mouth as their lips still brushed together.

Soon Louis had started mouthing wetly at his neck, the friction feeling just too good and Harry can feel it. He can feel the pressure just building in his cock and he knows this is a dangerous game their playing. Yet, he can't stop and he doesn't want to stop, not when it feels so fucking good.

"You like that baby?" Louis breathed out as he rocked their hips together.

All Harry could do was let out a breathy moan as he raked his nails against Louis' back. He felt his cock growing thicker in his pants, starting to stand against the elastic of his boxers and Harry knows there's no hiding it. Absolutely no way because he's in sweats, body to body with his boyfriend that Harry's certain is hard himself.

Yeah, Louis definitely is because Harry can feel it pressing against him.

"Louis." Harry whimpered out as the kisses started to feel quite painful and Harry latched his fingers to Louis' side. Digging in as he let out tiny sounds, feeling his body growing increasingly sweaty.

Harry's wants- no he needs Louis' hand on him, he needs to feel Louis' hands on his skin.

His mind starting to wander as Louis went back to pressing more kisses down his neck. Thinking back to when he walked in on Louis and seeing his cock for the first time. Imagining himself walking in right as Louis comes and Harry liked that thought. He likes it a little too much and it alone makes him feel even more overwhelmed.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts when he felt himself shuddering from friction against his dick and the pressure building gradually in his stomach.

"You get me so hard." Louis groaned into his ear as his lips brushed against the rim.

Harry could feel his cock pulsing in his pants and eager to just rip these clothes off. Wanting skin to skin contact, but Harry knows that can't happen because he feels so close. No matter how much he wanted it so badly right now.

Louis' rolled his hips a tad harder and Harry could hear his bed starting to make noises. Praying it's not too loud because he doesn't want Louis to stop. Not when he pressing up against Louis for more friction and their lips back on one another.

Fingers in Harry's hair and a hand going up his shirt and resting against his side. Harry loved the way Louis kissed him sensually and his fingers caressing his side.

Apparently he loved it a little too much because Harry felt as if his skin was buzzing with sensitivity and his dick throbbing harder.

Louis was back once again on his neck and Harry felt his heart rate just skyrocketing and his panting increasing. The way Louis' making him feel is unbelievable. All Harry can do is let out incoherent noises as he felt his boxers getting wet.

"I want to rip these clothes right off you," Louis growled hungrily in Harry's ear, causing him to tremble. "Run my hands all over your body." Oh fuck, Harry wanted that, he wanted that so much right now.

When Louis' hand slid up from his side up to his chest where he ever so slightly slid over Harry's nipple there was no turning back now.

Harry felt himself increasingly getting more overwhelmed the more Louis kiss on his sensitive skin and thrusted against him. Squeezing his eyes shut and his body going tense. His mind flooding with adoration for Louis and needing him as close as possible.

A rush of pleasure coursing through him quickly, causing him to let out a moan he felt as if he'd been holding in. His nails digging in more and his legs tingly. The tensions slowly draining from his body moments later and relief washing over him. Harry feels fatigue setting in and a bit overly sensitive when Louis keeps grinding against him.

Oh.

So... Harry's sweats were a bit uncomfortable now.

Harry swallowed thickly as he kept quiet, feeling Louis' lips still on his neck, and too scared to say anything now. Too terrified to do anything at this point as he relaxed his fingers against his boyfriend's back.

It's embarrassing...

Then Louis' lips were gone and Harry couldn't look Louis in the eyes, not when he feels absolutely mortified about what just happened. The fact he came and not even that long after they started to dry hump each other. He almost feels like crying because it's humiliating and the way Louis isn't saying anything worries him.

"Babe?" Louis asked tenderly and Harry didn't want to meet his boyfriend's eyes, he didn't. Yet he found himself glancing up to his boyfriend and he feels nausea setting in. "You okay?"

Harry nodded, unable to say anything, not wanting to say a damn thing, because he can't get his mind off the mess in his sweats.

Louis furrowed his brows, looking like he didn't really believe him, and then he moved to sit up on his knees...

Harry saw Louis look down and Harry's eyes followed his, a visible wet stain on his bottoms, and Harry really couldn't look at his boyfriend now. Not when it's right there in Louis' face what just happened moments ago.

However Harry felt a gentle kiss press to his temple and Louis murmuring, "It's okay, babe." is it really okay though?

Harry still couldn't find words to leave his mouth and Louis was already getting to his feet. "I- need to use the toilet," Louis explained sounding a bit abashed as glanced at Harry, "and I think I'll take Gemma's room."

Oh okay then...

"Goodnight, Harry." was all Louis said as he gathered his clothes and covered his lap. Leaving not even a second later.

Harry laid there staring up at his ceiling, feeling embarrassed.

Harry couldn't help it though. It just felt so good, the friction of their bodies rubbing together like that. It makes Harry's nerve endings tingle at the mere thought of doing it again in just their boxers. However yet so nervous because what if that happens again?

What if he comes on Louis or it seeps through the thin fabric?

Harry didn't want to get quite intimate with Louis yet, but after what happened he sort of wants more now. He wants that friction again and those kisses on his neck. God he just wanted to make Louis feel good too.

Yet, he has a feeling Louis wouldn't want to do that with him. Not again.

Louis may have said it was okay and kissed him for reassurance, but that may have been all a front. Just to make Harry feel better about what happened.

Still Harry felt one hundred percent embarrassed and kind of anxious to face Louis tomorrow.

Because who knows what will happen.

Come morning, Harry was awake before six and laid in bed agonizing over the moment he sees Louis. His mind is a mess and all he can think about is last night and he doesn't even care about his neck being a shrine of kiss marks. No, he's more worried about Louis being kind of disappointed that Harry couldn't control himself.

Of course, Harry knows there's a chance this could all be just him over thinking.

By the time he had gotten out of bed and changed his clothes, he was feeling a bit sick to his stomach. Too worried to walk out his bedroom and being face to face with his boyfriend, unsure of what would happen.

Then again it is still quite early and Harry doubts Louis is even up yet.

So that bought Harry some time in his room alone as his eyes fell onto his laptop, his brain instantly reminding him that he needed to finish those notes. Maybe if he studied for a little bit it'll get him to relax and he really didn't feel up to face his mother yet either.

Okay maybe it was a dumb idea to be revising at seven in the morning without any coffee or breakfast in his stomach. As he knows it may not be as effective, but he needed something, anything to get his mind off last night's events.

Harry brushed some of his hair behind his ear as he typed away quickly, ending up having to erase and correct some words because his mind is a bit off track. Rubbing at his dry eyes the longer he stared at the screen as his gaze unfocused from time to time.

Okay this was a terrible idea because Harry is scatterbrained and all he wants to do is get some caffeine in him.

It was then Harry nearly jumped out of his seat when a hand suddenly was planted on his desk beside his laptop. Those all that all too familiar nautical finger tattoos staring back at him and Harry thinks Louis just did that to spite him. To catch him off guard and nearly give him a heart attack because he thinks it's funny.

"Did I scare you?' Louis snickered tiredly and Harry felt a hand on his shoulder.

Harry sighed as he moved in his spot just enough to face Louis. "You could have knocked you know? Instead of scaring me half to death." Harry commented and Louis just smirked, looking pleased with himself.

So... are they going to talk about it?

"Sometimes I like to make a grand entrance." Louis teased.

"I've noticed."

Harry watched as Louis glanced towards his laptop and then back to him, looking to be thinking quickly. "I can't believe you're actually studying right now," Louis commented, "You never cease to amaze me, babe."

Apparently they're not going to talk about it then.

"Well you know, gotta stay on top of my academics as usual." Harry somewhat lied as he glanced back towards his laptop, clicking save, before shutting it closed. His eyes back on his boyfriend whose hand was off Harry's shoulder and fiddling with his soft fringe.

"Of course, I don't expect anything less coming from you." Louis said playfully as then leaned down and pressed his lips against Harry's gently.

Honestly Harry was a bit still on edge about everything, but this moment with Louis was actually calming him down.

However Harry found it quite peculiar that Louis was acting as if it were any other day, almost as if he had no memory of last night. It was weird and Harry's not sure how he feels about it, but he doesn't comment on it.

Not when Louis tried to pull away but Harry quicker than that, his hand cupping Louis' scratchy cheek, and brushing their lips together.

By the time breakfast came it was a little awkward for Harry as he sat with Louis and Anne during breakfast. Knowing full well his mum isn't stupid and probably thinks Louis and him fooled around last night.

Especially after that mortifying talk she gave him last night, god Harry still cringes at the thought.

The rest of the morning goes over smoothly to Harry's surprise. They ended up back in Harry's room just hanging out. Louis mentioning how he really didn't feel like meeting his sister's boyfriend tomorrow and how he was kind of dreading it. Only because he's a bit worried this boy not be right for Lottie as he said almost all guys are walking heartbreakers anyway, so he suspects this one is too.

Which Harry couldn't help but make a comment on how he thought Louis was one of those guys too and that he turned out to be wrong.Which Harry suggested to give this boy a chance before already deeming him not good enough for Lottie.

Louis just said he'd have to wait and see before changing the subject onto his band.

When it rolled into noon Harry's mind had been going back and fourth on whether or not he should say something about last night. Unsure of how to exactly bring it to light because it never came up, not at all. Louis' been filling his ear on things like band practice, guitar shopping, and anything that didn't have any do with Harry making a mess in his pants.

Not even now when Harry's standing outside with Louis near the car, shivering from the chilliness of the air, and standing quite close together. It's silent between them and Louis' just got done with his cigarette moments ago.

Harry chewed on his cheek and glanced down to his boots, his hands still shoved into his jacket pockets. His mind going back and forth on what to do as he stood here with Louis. Not minding his hair going in his face from the wind or the fact he was feeling quite cold already.

When Harry's eyes were back on Louis and Harry couldn't help but give his boy a small smile when Louis stepped a tad closer.

"Well, I should get going I suppose, Harold." Louis mentioned and Harry didn't want Louis to leave yet.

Not when he has something heavily weighing on his chest.

Then it was quiet yet again between them and Harry knows he needed to say something to Louis, just clear the air between them.

But before Harry could even contemplate to himself any longer the distance between them closed. Louis pulled Harry into a hug causing the gap between their bodies gone. Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' torso. His heart feeling full when Louis squeezes him tightly and not letting go.

The embrace seemed to linger more a few seconds before Louis pulled away slightly enough to give Harry a peck on the lips.

Before Harry knew it Louis had pulled away and was getting ready to open his car door, until Harry spoke up.

"Louis, wait!" Harry could feel his heart starting palpitate as Louis froze and a fluttering feeling in his belly when Louis turned his attention onto Harry.

"Lou... " Harry started, swallowing the lump down his throat. "I.. didn't mean it" Harry felt like he was going to faint.

"What do you mean?"

Harry's eyes fell back on his boots, his fingers starting to tingle, and feeling nausea setting in.

"Yesterday evening, I didn't mean to... You know." Harry quavered as he shoved his hands back into his pockets, and gnawing on his lip.

Well it's out there now and he feels a bit better getting it off his chest, but at the same time, he still had embarrassment looming over him.

Then Harry felt his chin being cupped and his eyes back on Louis. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize," Louis cooed as he dropped his hand from Harry's chin. "It happens."

Well yeah Harry certainly feels a little bit better that Louis didn't seem bothered by it, thank god.

"Besides, I'm quite flattered I was able to do that," Louis then winked and Harry couldn't help but shake his head as he let out a small chuckle.

Then there was silence in the air and Harry knew he should probably let Louis go.

"I love you," Harry voiced tenderly. "Text me?"

Louis simpered as he opened the driver side door. "I love you too and of course, you know better than that." Louis teased as he got in the car and closed the door behind him.

Harry just stepped off to the side as watched Louis started his car and sped off.

Leaving Harry standing there with a smile on his face.