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"Darling, do we really—"

"Yes! Goodness, H. This wedding planner is like the best in the entire Beverly Hills. And you know how I love perfection. Don't you, baby?" Crystal asks with a pout on her pretty pink lips, Harry smiles at his fiancé leaning to peck her, "If you say so. So we're meeting her when?" 

"Him! It's a he, H. Remember Caitlin and Jackson's wedding?" No Harry doesn't, still he shakes his head, "They had a beautiful wedding." He says and Crystal nods, "I know right! Apparently it was that wedding planner who did it. I can't wait it to be ours. God I'm so excited for our wedding, baby." She gushes and Harry leans down to peck her temple, 

"Me too, darling." He whispers and she smiles, blue eyes wide but not twinkling the way they should be, not warming Harry's insides with their irises, he shuts his eyes and backs away. 

 "I should be leaving for work now. See you tonight." He says and his fiancé nods before returning to her own work.

"I'm going tonight with dad, he wants you along. Something about his newest deal." She says and Harry frowns, he really doesn't want to meet Crystal's dad because it just reminds Harry why they are getting married at the first place.

 "Sure. Text me where and I'll try to reach." With that he's walking out of their condo. 

A sigh leaves the green eyed man's mouth as he enters his car, his gaze dropping down to the ring on his finger, there was this ache in him that never soothes down and it increases each time Harry's lips meet His fiancés, everytime he makes love to his fiancé, every time he wishes it was someone else, someone who brightened up Harry's day just by a smile a giggle, someone who's kisses were cure for the most lethal diseases, someone who's eyes were deeper than any ocean in the world and prettier than any stars. Someone who was meant to be his. 

 He grunted and shook his head, "Stop being a pussy. You don't love him anymore, it's Crystal, Harry." He reminds and even to his own ears he finds himself sounding hollow. 

******

"Louis! Jesus Christ there's a life out of this place." Mara complains eyeing her boss who was busy typing something on his ipad. 

"Yeah and that life contains wedding and more wedding. Now get me those goddamn papers, that Mr.Jeoffery has been on my ass!" Louis grunts and His assistant simply rolls her eyes. "Girl, with that ass I'll be on it too, but that's not the point! Louis it's the weekend." She whines.

"We've got another wedding coming up...." He whistles squinting at the long list, "Okay this one is sooner than expected. Crystal and...." His heart stops at the next word, 

"Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles? That's it? Is this how boringly we'll have to invite people, Hazza?" The blue eyed boy asks his fiancé who shrugs pushing a fresh strawberry in Louis' mouth, "We can do it however we want, baby. We're anything but boring I'm telling you." He warns squeezing the smaller boy's waist who giggles because of the tickling sensation.

"It tickles!" He shrieks and Harry laughs in his neck, "Oh does it now?" Louis growls when Harry pins him under, "What was that?" The man asks smiling widely, Louis pouts and growls again, "It's me being angry! I don't like tickling." He whines, Harry laughs nuzzling his nose in the smooth cheeks, "Okay I'm sorry my little lion. D'you like kissing?" The man asks making Louis flush red,

"Love—

"Loueh!" Mara screams making him jump and eventually pulling him out of the painful flashback, Louis squeezes his chest as he shuts his eyes tightly, "Hey you okay?" 

"Yeah..Yeah..." he whispers staring at the name, must be someone else, surely There were many Harrys in Beverly Hills. "Aren't they paying too much?" Mara asks grey eyes wide at the money, "Must be a pair of rich brats...ugh unhappy arranged marriages and divorces." She mutters.

"Hey. Be a little gentle, taking name of divorce before the marriage is a bad omen." Louis scolds, 

"Sorry boss. So we doing this?" 

"Yeah... have you seen the money? Besides they want a beach wedding what's more we want. Call them up and let's have a meeting tomorrow." 

"Sure! Already on my way." 

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Harry's heels tapped the clean marble surface as he listened to Crystal chattering about her newest design. 

"When is the wedding—"

"Oh hi! I'm so sorry, the traffic was a headache." A chirpy voice says making the blood in Harry's vein rush faster, his heart stops for a good moment and he has to break out of his reverie before looking up. 

Harry's world turns upside down when his green eyes narrows on Blue ones, achingly familiar blue eyes that were widen as well. 

"Oh! You must the wedding planner! Hi, I'm Crystal D'Cruz." Crystal chirps back unaware of the tension between two familiar strangers, "Uh, Hi! I'm Louis, Louis Tomlinson and yes yes the wedding planner." To any outsider like Crystal, Louis would seem normal but his glazed over eyes and his tight tone could never fool Harry. 

 "Louis, your name's pretty not gonna lie and here meet Harry, my groom. H, say hello for god's sake." She whispers and why is His fiancé such a sunshine honestly?  He smiles down at her in an apologetic way before staring at his ex in front, "Hello, I'm Harry Styles. Crystal's fiancé." He says and Louis' jaw ticks,

"Yeah got that the first time." He mutters lowly only for Harry's ear, "Louis please take a seat and don't hesitate to order anything. Everything's on us." Crystal chipes in again and Louis nods before delicately bundling himself and sitting to the seat opposite them. He moves his fringe to the side licking his lips before looking up at Crystal.

"Miss.D'Cru—"

"Ah no no, please call me Crystal or Crys. That surname thing is of my parents." She giggles and Louis breaks a smile it's hundred percent fake and Harry can tell his expressions like the back of his hand alongside other things. 

 "Alright, Crystal and Mr.Styles, what kind of wedding are you dreaming for?" Even though the question is for both of them Louis' eyes are trained on the woman beside Harry. 

 "Okay, we want something fancy, like not over the top obviously because that would be super show off types but something more on the posh and decent side. Plus it's on a beach so yeah. We actually want the theme to be of peach and white." Crystal does all the talking and honestly had Harry known who was their wedding planner he would've attended the meeting with Mr.Azoff's old ass. 

 "Peach and white doesn't goes at a beach, Ma'am. Beaches are all about blues and greens. Coz you know of the water and and the clear skies but whatever you wish for." He shrugs, just then a waiter comes up,

"What would you like today, sir?" 

"A cup of mocha." Louis says.

 "Hey Louis you can eat anything our hotel's got the best sweet dishes, I'll personally ask the chef for you." Crystal says and Louis frowns, "Is this your hotel?" The brunette nods, 

"My parents' but you know it's the same. Get me a glass of champagne, Derrick." She addresses the waiter making Harry frown.

"Darling, it's too soon for you to drink champagne." He reprimands and Crystal grins adorably before leaning to kiss him on the lips,

The soon to be wedded totally unaware of Louis' turmoil who bends down to hide his upper chest as he squeezes it tightly because of the painful sensation that had increased ever since he came to know who's wedding he was about to plan.

 "I wanna celebrate our wedding though. It's never too soon to drink champagne anyways is it Louis?" Louis clutching his thighs tightly looks up, "I don't know actually, not much of a drinker." He shrugs, 

"How many years of experience do you have Mr.Tomlinson?" And that's the first time they are speaking, Louis' hold tightens around his bag, "Seven years." Harry's face was passive all evening, he was like a hollow copy of someone Louis used to know.

 Like this clone who knew nothing about Louis and vice versa. He looked more sharper than he did seven years ago and dare Louis say more sophisticated and older. He was nothing like the goof Louis used to love and somehow still loves.

Throughout their meeting Crystal and Louis did the speaking while Harry stayed at the corner, Louis' heart breaking into tiny pieces each time he saw the ring on thin pretty fingers, it was a thin gold band  having a diamond on top nothing like the ring that Louis once had on his fingers. 

******

"Isn't this like over the top?" Louis whispers in awe as he stares at the band on his finger, there was a Daisy crafted in gold on top, gold because Harry's superstitious ass thinks that gold pushes bad omen away. 

 "This is my great grandmother's ring, the family's heirloom of course it's over the top and why wouldn't it be, you know only the best for my boy." Louis gasps looking at his fiancé with wide eyes, "Your great grandma's ring? Harry! This is way—" he is silenced by a finger on his lip,

"It's not much, baby. I do actually think it was made for you. Look at those pretty beautiful fingers. Now give me a smile, yeah that's right.....oh so gorgeous, can't believe I got so goddamn lucky." 

******

 He shakes himself off from his own thoughts before his eyes could well up, Crystal was speaking animatedly with Harry collaborating her thoughts on their wedding dress. 

Louis took his time to observe the man in front of him, he took in the broad shoulders and the hollow green eyes fixed on his fiancé, 

Was it stupid to still be in love with your ex of seven years? Yes. Was Louis guilty of it? Yes. Did Louis moved on? Never. Was he breaking his own heart by this stupidity? Of fucking course. How was any of this fair in the first place? Louis gets to still be in love with Harry while the latter obviously moves on to a more beautiful and prettier woman?  

Why can’t Louis find himself a man? Why was it so hard? 

 When Crystal’s phone rang she excused herself leaving the two men at the table alone for the first time in seven years. Louis could feel the sweat travelling down his spine and on his forehead. He took a sip from his coffee looking up at Harry who was playing with his rings and looking anywhere but Louis.

He rolled his eyes at the typical awkward Harry behaviour, Louis wasn’t going to break the ice. He had a right to be mad, sad, jealous and fucking heartbroken.

 After all wasn’t it Harry who broke them?

“Uh Uhm so how-how have you been?” And leave it to Louis to be the first to bow, all his resolve cracking because he’s yearned years to have the attention of this man, “Good. As you can see. What about you?” And Harry doesn’t even want to speak to him which breaks his heart furthermore.

 He puts on a nice smile looking at the man who’s eyeing him warily as if this is the last place he’d ever be at, “I’ve-I’ve been doing fine I guess….not as good as you though.” He mumbles and Harry raises a brow,

“Yeah…No boyfriend or anyone?” He queries and Louis smiles sadly at his own pity shaking his head, “No…Don’t have the time for it. Too busy.” And that sounds as if Louis is trying to explain himself, if Harry knows it he doesn’t show it instead gives a Curt nod and after that there’s silence. 

And then comes the woman who’s going to carry the surname Louis was supposed to, “Sorry babe and Sorry Louis, had to take it. Since we spoke about everything is it okay to finalise it tomorrow?” Louis crosses his legs and eyes the blue eyes looking eagerly at him.

“I’m sorry but will a week okay? I’ve got to prepare this huge wedding—”

“Oh I know! It’s of Hugh and Marie. H, you remember them right? The Hollywood power couple?” She turns to Harry, who for shit can’t remember names, Louis raises a brow at her work, 

“I see you’ve done your homework.” Louis mutters and she giggles softly, “I like to learn about people who I work with.” 

“So how about we meet next Friday and finalise everything?” Louis asks and The blue eyed woman nods, “Absolutely. I’m so glad to have my wedding in your hands, Louis. I’ve heard so much and I’m expecting the same.” And there’s guilt clawing Louis’ chest which he chooses to ignore and instead smiles pleasantly. 

 “I’ll try my best.” He shakes Crystal’s hand and then turns to Harry who’s being silent along the exchange when their hands meet it’s like Louis’ got his missing piece back, how pathetic can he get from just a hand shaking? 

He looks down to their connected palm, Harry’s larger and veiny swallowing Louis’ small and feminine one in a way Louis could only describe it as beautiful and perfect but then it all comes to an end just like their relationship. 

He packs up and leaves with a heart that was definitely shattered to uncountable pieces and tears in his blue eyes. 

Does he loathes the day he met Harry Styles? Yes . Is he lying? Absolutely yes. 

******

Warm dainty hands rub Harry’s chest who smiles and nuzzles in soft hair, “Mhmmh my love, good morning to you too.” He mumbles nosing the said hair but scrunching his nose when instead of peach and vanilla it smells like roses. 

Maybe his love decided to exchange his hair wash, blindly he reaches for his love’s face, cupping it and stroking the baby soft skin, 

 He tilts their head up and leans down, “Hmm H, so romantic.” And just like that the spell is broken, he opens his eyes and finds blue ones staring at him, 

They twinkle but they didn’t made his heart beat faster, he blinked and stared at Crystal’s face, “Can’t I be romantic with my own fiancé?” Crystal giggles and presses her nose in his collarbones the act causing a harsh tug in his stomach because of unsaid reasons. 

“I like that nickname. You’ve never called me anything like that despite of us being together for years.” Harry clenches his eyes shut as he presses his lips to her temple.

 “What do you want for breakfast?” He asks and Crystal pouts before shifting so that she’s on top of him, caressing his tattoos which she still doesn’t know the story about, she looks up, “I want that smoothie you make. Of bananas and oatmilk and let’s go for a run after that.” Harry nods, 

And that’s what makes her different from someone who has blue eyes that are more prettier and more twinkling. 

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"Louis are you really okay? Your eyes are swollen, babe. I'm not feeling good about this? Are you sure me and Liam don't need to be there? You know I can actually ditch my honeymoon for you, darling." Zayn's voice comes through and Louis smiles at his friend, Louis notices the way he glows and it's all love, 

"Yeah just say the word and we both are on our next flight, Lou. Besides we've actually done more than this before our honeymoon it's nothing new—Oww! What was that for?" Liam grumbles,

"That's for corrupting my baby Lou's innocent ears. He doesn't need to learn it Liam!" Louis giggles at his friends cute bickering letting the adorable couple on the screen argue.

"Innocent? Did I really ruined your innocence Lou? Because If I did, I'm sorry." 

"Leemo, I promise you. You're way more innocent than me if you know what I mean so let's not dwell on Zayn's extremely wrong phrasing. And to answer your question Zee, I'm fine and absolutely healthy. What's up with this questions anyways? Do I not look healthy?" He rambles and Zayn frowns,

"Oh maybe because of you sporting these swollen lids. And you look as pale as a zombie. How long have you been working?"

"It's nothing Zee, you guys enjoy your honeymoon and Liam please stop kissing my best friend like you're about to devour him—wait I know you are, let's not talk about it, but still it's inappropriate, and Zayn please go attend your husband who's glaring at me with those tiny little puppy eyes. I'm not scared of you, Rawr." He giggles and The couple laughs as well.

 After the phone call Louis slumps down, it was Wednesday, two days before he gets to indulge in the dreadful wedding of his entire career. Unconsciously a tear falls following other and Louis sighs staring at the chandelier, he's literally so tired of crying for the past week, just unnecessary heartbreaking images flashing of A happy smiling Harry besides an equally happy Crystal. 

He wipes it off with the back of his palm before tossing around to lay on his stomach, a whirlwind of questions swirling around his mind and he's so jealous of Crystal that he can really commit a murder right now but there's hurt underlying there, so much hurt and anguish that it's unbearable to a point.

 Guess this is how it is made to be.

*****

 Thursday went in a blur of laying around and accepting compliments about yet another successive weddings. 

Louis loved weddings obviously he did, who doesn't want to watch a beautiful union between two souls who were about to bind to each other for the rest of their lives? Louis' always been the child who grew up watching two adult who were unconditionally in love with each other. He was the product of two loving parents, growing up in an environment that was lovely and cozy unlike many of his friends who had either divorced or dead parents. 

 Until one day he himself became one of them, when he was ten his parents had got in a car accident and Louis realised that not only he lost his mum and dad he also lost his baby brother or sisters with them. And that was the day Louis Tomlinson was officially an orphan.

And so his passion for planning weddings became, he just loved love, watching two people fall deeply for each other and making promises to each other of protection and love.

And wasn't it ironic that the wedding planner had his own wedding called off?

*****

 "How have you been taking good care of my daughter?" The old man asks leaning back as one of his bodyguards lit up his cigar, Harry eyes his wearily sitting and leaning back as well, "She's doing fine. I'm sure you saw how she's doing?" 

"Oh yes I did. Mr.Styles I hope you know that if she's happy then the company is yours, but if she's not, You know what'll happen." Harry laughs cynically at the words, "I do not need you. I've never needed you Mr.Bon, The Styles Enterprises is a megacorporation and it shall always remain one. I'm merely doing you a favour by taking it under my control. This is a marriage of convenience, Mr.Bon and we both know this as well as Your daughter but that doesn't mean I'd ever keep her unhappy." 

Because it was the truth, It wasn't like Harry was becoming bankrupt or anything he was simply expanding his business and besides he was twenty nine he needed to have someone to manage the household with him, someone who he would never ever love because he is not marrying for love he's marrying to complete his duty. 

 Two years ago, He met Crystal via her father, the men came to an arrangement of a marriage between Crystal and Harry but before that Crystal wanted to explore them hence their two year engagement, 

Crystal D'Cruz is a pageant winning woman with her beautiful brunette hair and deep blue eyes, her personality was awesome as well. And Harry liked the way that they both coordinated well. 

"Child you definitely need me, because I don't trust you, so I'm giving you a month to marry Crystal and have the company under your name. But once an heir is born he'll be the owner of my company." 

"You cannot expect our marriage to be in a month! Crystal hasn't even spoke to her designer and we have yet to meet the wedding planner!" Mr.Bon just laughs,

"Oh you don't know my daughter it seems, she's been waiting for months to fit in that dress of hers. Even though she doesn't live with me I know her and her accounts. So you better marry her in a month or kiss that company a heart goodbye." 

"I told you I don't need your company, sir." He growls, "I know. But I'm retiring soon and my contact ends in a month so yeah, I don't want to leave it with someone who might won't marry my daughter after the company is under his control." Harry shakes his head with a snarky chuckle,

"Thanks for the trust, Mr.Bon. I'll surely marry your daughter in a month." 

*****

Friday started with a rough morning where Louis accidentally tripped on those god forbid slippers that laid in the middle of his room earning himself a bruise on his forehead which was rather ugly because even after applying at least three layers of foundation it won't cover up, he sighed and left it as it was before eating up his soggy cereal which he forgot about due to his call with Mara. 

 After dressing up in a dark blue strappy jumpsuit Louis left his flat, his white shoes clacking as he walks with his iPad in his hand. 

His clients were about to meet him at his office because Louis was never stepping in a place where his ex built a home with someone else.

 Mara was quick to inform him about the beaches that were to remain under nice weather in the month of November, their wedding was to be in three months from now, he looked up at the accommodations and everything that were needed.

 When Crystal and Harry stepped inside they looked like every power couple to ever exist, beautiful and sleek. Perfection at its best. 

With a thumping heart Louis looked up at his ex and clenched his fist because Harry looked wonderful in his plain black shirt that was open enough to show his swallows tattoos, his sleeves were rolled up showing tan tattooed skin, he was tanner than before. 

Though Louis' eyes blanked out at the swallows. They mate for Life and so were Harry and Louis about to do until they didn't. 

Does Harry have tattoos that resembles his love for Crystal like he did for Louis? Does he have a heart on his sleeve that contains Crystal's name inside? 

 He shakes himself off and switches to his professional side. 

 This time thankfully Their greetings were verbal, no touching ensued and Louis was grateful for that. He ordered refreshments for his clients before asking Mara for his iPad.

"What's your location, ma'am?" 

"Oh! We wish to marry in the Bahamas. I mean they are well known for their beaches are they not?" Crystal giggles and Louis smiles at her, "Certainly. Vanilla Bridge is just here for your Bahamian wedding. As this location is mostly famous for its beaches we've already had weddings there so there are a few of them which were remarkably done and I'm surely not bragging about us but it is what it is, anyways, here is the list of the famous coastal regions known. Would you like to take a peek?" He asks already clicking on his iPad.

"Oh we definitely will." Harry mumbles which Louis politely he might add decides to ignore because it's borderline sarcastic and Louis' anything but a fool to start a quarrel. 

He hands over the iPad to Crystal who immediately starts looking at the venues with wide starry eyes, Louis leans back to cross his legs under the table by mistakenly hitting A muscular calf with his socked feet, "My apologies." He says to a shock Harry who calms down.

 The couple or rather only Crystal gushes about the various venues before settling on one, She pushes the iPad back to Louis, 

"This is the one." 

Louis takes a look and his lips split In a smile, of course they'd take the most expensive yet beautiful venue for their weddings being the rich brats of the famous business companies that they are. 

"Surely then ma'am. The Venue is excellently chosen, now for the cakes and the rest of the arrangements. When shall be that done?" Crystal with her ever pageant smile looks at Louis before crossing her delicate hands on the table,

"Our wedding is to be in a month. Due to some circumstances I and Harry wants our union to be faster." Louis gapes, why didn't they said this earlier! 

"Yeah which is why we're hiring you to plan our wedding because we've heard great things about you and your quickly done amazing works, Mr.Tomlinson." Harry decides to butt in and Louis is fuming, he can kill honestly. 

"Well Mr.Styles, I assure you that the things you've heard about my work requires me at least two months because weddings are no joke but you won't get it, so let's forget about that." He snarls and Crystal gasps,

"Excuse me, we are extremely sorry for the late notice but we have too, please Louis you are my only hope. My father he's uh he doesn't have much time and we have to do this before he leaves me." Crystal says and Louis steps back, he looks up to the woman who's got remorse all over her face.

"Oh...I think we should do no more delay then, a wedding requires more than a month, Crystal but in your case we'll have to proceed faster. I'm not going to ask you anything except your small opinions regarding perfection and I'd need a lot more from your side as well because the cake tasting and then the layout of the venue all depends on you and various other things as well." He sighs and Crystal smiles gratefully.

"Ah thank you so much! Of course we'll coordinate. I just want my wedding to be as perfect as your other works Louis." Louis nods and looks at the soon to be groom who's face was a mixture of shock and confusion. Upon noticing Louis' stare Harry looks up and immediately schools his expression to a calmer more blank look. 

 "Perfect. Tomorrow I'd need you to accompany me to the cake shop." 

*****

"Why'd you lied to him?" Harry asks the moment they are outside making Crystal gasp and clap a hand over her fiancé's mouth, "Shh someone will hear you. I had to. He was angry, Harry. And we both know how important this marriage is to you, right?" He sighed but then stared at Crystal,

"Not only to me but to you as well, Crys. That didn't mean you had to lie to him. I know you want this marriage and this wedding to be perfect but in a month even we both know it's impossible." 

"Impossible is just a fool's way to console himself, Harry. And Louis is anything but a fool, he will manage, is it bad for me to want you as my husband?" Anger brewed Harry's abdomen but he merely clenched his jaw,

"We both know that we want each other just for the sake of your father. If not for him, we would've progressed on our way, he's simply forcing us because he wants an heir to his company while you are still alive." A sad look crosses the blue eyed woman's face which does little to Harry's heart because he knew that no matter what or how many years he stays with Crystal no one can touch his shielded heart like Louis did. No one can even compare.

 "But I like you, I know you do a little and not as deep as me but we're trying right? At some point I'm sure we'll fall in love." 

"And what if we don't? What if we're just two people who sleep around with each other and kiss each other in front of others just for the sake of their reputation and money?" Crystal shrugs,

"We'll continue doing that. It's not like we have another choice or anything? I can't withdraw this marriage and so can't you. I think I'm fine with you, you're decent and good looking. What more do I want?" Harry starts the car without as much as a look towards his fiancé.

"Maybe you're right. Who needs love after all?"

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Harry was going to be crazy, his mind and his dreams were filled with dreams and imagination of something that he shouldn't be thinking about. 

He was living in a movie that was filled with Louis and their past. When he slept he dreamt of Louis, when he ate he thought about him, it wasn't okay at all.

Despite there being a fiancé and his definitely loveless marriage, Harry was a committed man, he didn't had the right to fantasise about Louis. 

 And there was a reason why he left Louis wasn't there?

Sweat dripped down his forehead as he continued to punch the bag, it was meaningless but controlling himself was getting harder and harder by each passing day that he spent in Louis' company. He dreaded the week that he had to spent his time with Louis continuously. 

For reasons even unknown to him he started showing more affection towards Crystal, she was still unaware about his previous relationship with Louis because Harry didn't wanted to create an awkward situation between them. 

If Crystal was shock from the surprised intimacy she didn't showed it, instead happily snuggled whenever Harry acted out. 

 "What do you mean you can't go? Crystal I don't even—"

"Babe, you know I hate cakes. Besides you have the sweet tooth between us." Harry huffs,

"Why do I get to go alone isn't this a couple work?" he complains because if he goes alone god knows what he'll do,

"Harry! I have to go to the designer. If not for your stupid work we would've gone to the cake shop the day Louis recommended. Now hush your complaining and go away or else he'd be angry." 

"This isn't fair!" He whines.

*****

"Uhm May I ask why Crystal isn't here?" Harry's heart beat increases and he wills himself to control his urges something that he wasn't keen on sharing, he turns around and fishes his phone back inside his pocket before looking up at Louis. 

"She's having an appointment with the designer." He says and again his heart whiplashes when Louis pushes his fringe away from his eyes with a dainty hand, his breath catching when he finds a locket on Louis' neck that had the unmistakeable ring as its pendant.

  "Fine. Let's go." Louis turns his neck to hush something to his assistant who nods with wide eyes, "Who's car are we taking?" The boy asks and Harry shrugs, "Won't it be better to take mine? I can drop you off here while returning." 

"No we are taking mine. Cmon." And Harry knows Louis Is doing it to just as a rebellious act because he hates driving. If one thing that Louis Tomlinson hates more than a black coffee is driving. 

"Why are you wearing it?" Harry blurts out, his mind is thoroughly fucked what with Louis' familiar scent clouding his senses. In his car the smell of vanilla and Baby powder is traumatising. And hence his question.

"What?" He notices the way the blue eyed boy tenses, "The ring. Why are you wearing it?" As if on instinct, a dainty hand goes over to the ring, clutching on it, 

"It's mine." Louis whispers almost defensively and that's enough for Harry to shut his eyes tightly, a mantra of 

Louis' your past

Louis' your past

Louis' your past 

Echoing his head and he looks out of the window. He feels Louis' gaze on him which does nothing to temp his heart down.

Despite the ring being a family heirloom, Harry didn't had the courage to take it back and Louis never returned it. It was as if it belonged to the him, the size perfect for his pretty fingers and Harry still remembers how their hands used to fit perfectly and how he'd kiss those fingers hearing beautiful giggles in return. 

"Have you found yourself someone?" Harry asks playing with his own ring too afraid to look at Louis because he didn't wanted to know the correct answer. 

"Doesn't concern you does it?" Louis retorts and he turns to face the smaller boy who's looking ahead as he drives. "It doesn't. Being lonely doesn't suits you though." A scoff finds it place on Louis' lip,

"How'd you know I was lonely. I'm not pathetic Harry. Stop discussing about my life because that's the last thing I want with you." 

******

They stopped at a fairly nice and decent place that had written Horan bakes in large pink bold letters, the interior looked like it was a barbie playhouse with its pinkness. Harry silently followed Louis, there was obvious tension between them thanks to Harry being an asshole. 

He sighs and before Louis could reach the counter hold the smaller boy's wrist clearly shocking himself as well as his ex who immediately snapped his neck towards Harry with wide questioning eyes. There were tingles at their point of contact but Harry ignored it.

"Look, I'm sorry. I don't know how to react with you. I shouldn't have acted like that and I'm genuinely sorry for being a brute even during our previous meetings. Can we at least cooperate without anyone suspecting our previous....relationship?" Louis opens his mouth, eyes wide and blue and there's sadness in them as he stares at Harry, 

"If that is what you want." He shrugs pulling his hand away from Harry's grasp, he turns around and walks forward leaving Harry rooted on his spot for a few minutes.

"Loueh!" A boisterous voice yells and Harry looks up to see a man with brown hair and bright blue eyes grinning like a child, "Nini!" Louis yells back and soon they are hugging each other,

"Oh Tommo I've missed ya." And the man's Irish, Harry clenches his fist because there's a sudden bitterness in him as he stares the unfortunate interaction, Louis giggles and hugs him tighter and then the Irish man— Fucking Nini— is swinging Louis around the way the boy likes. 

Harry observes them with a clenched jaw,

How'd you know I was lonely? 

So this is what he meant with that,  "Came here for free cakes?" Louis pinches the man's shoulder, "No you dummy, I've got a client with me. Pack the blueberry scones anyway." He says and The chef laughs before his blue eyes looks up at Harry finally noticing him.

"Hello! You must be the client, I'm Niall Horan, the manager slash baker of this institute and the love of Louis' life." Louis rolls his eyes and twists the man's nipple making a certain rage erupt in Harry, he glares at the man before coming forward to introduce himself,

"I'm Harry Styles." He grunts and two pair of blue eyes stare at him both of them confused and curious.

"Ah anyways Niall, I'm here for your wide selection of delicious wedding cakes. Show me your way round Horan." And Harry's ticking like a goddamn bomb because he absolutely cannot handle this overly happy Louis with this Horan, thankfully Louis comes back to the only place fit for him, beside Harry as they both wait for Niall to show them around.

"You told me you were going to be bearable. What was that grunting anyway?" Louis asks and Harry stares at him, "I'm not sorry. If you are done with your flirting let's do the main work yeah?" Louis steps back as if Harry had slapped him, "I shall assure you Mr.Styles, I am a very professional person and you standing here like a goddamn brute doubting my skill isn't what I appreciate." He snarls before leaving to follow Niall. 

Harry takes a deep breathe and goes after, "....Ashton came from Ireland ya know, was eating me head about the knee surgery and I'm glad I've got to see ya, it's been ages since we met, isn't it?" Louis smiles and nods, "Yeah it has. Tell Ashton I said hi and kiss your little Girl for me." And that makes Harry look away in shame because Niall is a married man and Harry just went away accusing Louis. 

*****

"What do you think about coffee?" Louis asks and Harry takes a bite before making a face, "This is bitter!" He exclaims and Louis giggles, "Hey in my defence you love coffee. I've been saying that for years coffees are shit." Harry rolls his eyes before scooping the caramel flavoured cake, his eyes widen and without thinking twice he shoves the spoon in Louis' mouth who wide eyed stares at Harry.

"Oh my this one's Amazing!" He exclaims and Harry nods, "I know right! Let's keep this away while we try something else." Louis hums and Harry's eating a coconut flavoured one when he hears giggles echoing beside,

He turns to stare at Louis who giggling like a school girl, "What?" 

"This taste like bubblegum." Harry cocks his head to the side, "It does?" Louis nods and Harry reaches forward to hold his wrist before bringing the spoon to his mouth, he stares at Louis until the cake is in his mouth and he's still got his fingers wrapped around the circumference of the dainty wrist. "Is it good?" Louis asks and Harry pulls him closer,

"It is." Louis' lashes flutters when Harry rubs his inner wrist with a thumb, "Enough for it to be in your wedding?" 

"Enough for it to be in my wedding." Harry's definitely in a trance as he repeats the words. His breathing chopped when Louis is pulled nearer to him, "You don't like bubblegum flavour." Louis whispers,

"But now I do." Green eyes are fixed on cobalt ones reflecting the longing in the irises, with his free hand he raises it and wipes the corner of Louis' mouth with his thumb, 

"Tommo there's one more flavour I forgot to add!" Niall's voice makes them pull apart, Harry clears his throat as he runs a hand through his hair, Louis on the other hand has got red flushing cheeks as he fixes his top,

"Oh. I don't think it's needed—"

"It is! This is vanilla and green apples." Harry takes the spoon and tastes it only to bite his lip, "I'll have this one." Yeah because it definitely isn't related to a certain someone.

******

  Harry was positively fuming as he barged inside the doors of Vanilla Bridge, he knows who sent the flowers, despite knowing Crystal's pollen allergy, without a knock he invited himself inside.

 There Louis was in his chair, his expression was nonchalant as if he knew he was expecting Harry. 

"Why'd you sent the flowers, Louis?" He asked very well aware of the hitched breathing, he knew Louis was effected. His jealousy coming out the moment he decided to harm Crystal with her allergy.

"It was a form of good will from my side, Mr.Styles. Sensing as she wasn't able to come today for the cake  testing because of her faintness." Harry scowls, 

Louis was jealous. They both knew that, this past week he's been witnessing some lovey dovey shit from his asshole of an ex and there's only much he can take.

And they both knew the fact how Louis gets when he's jealous, he plays downright nasty and filthy. Back in their days it would always lead to some rough passionate sex because his jealousy and possessiveness was hot but right now it's not much okay it is a little bit but that's not the point. Jealous Louis is cruel and rude totally opposite to his usually soft spoken and motherly nature. 

"She's my fiancé, Louis!"

"What was I then? Wasn't I your fiancé as well! Don't forget it was me before her, we-we were almost married!" Louis says and he's got his voice high and raspy the way it gets when he's upset and on the verge of crying, Harry's heart aches but he pushes it aside, "We were, now we are simply strangers. So stop fucking around, Louis." Louis frowns as he steps closer, 

"Don't you miss me? Miss us? Miss the way we were perfect for each other? Is-Is she better than me is it-is it why we broke up? She doesn't even know you hate the colour red! She don't know you like I did-I do." Harry sighs,

"Louis it was a mutual breakup. Why are you making a fuss out of this?" A bitter sad laugh leaves Louis' mouth, "Making a fuss? I'm jealous Harry, it was supposed to be me who would've been roaming around and giggling showing off the ring you gifted me, because I was getting married, it was supposed to be me being held by you, being kissed by you, but it isn't! Because I don't know why we broke up, mutual you say?" There's a tear crawling down and it makes Harry's hands ache to wipe it off, 

"All I knew was one day you came from work kissed my forehead and then said that-that we were not making the ends meet the way it should be. That we didn't work the way we thought we were and I, let you go, I could do nothing but agree with you, I was happy, but you weren't, I didn't wanted to be selfish. It wasn't mutual, it would've been mutual if I wasn't happy as well but I was and I was In love and we were getting married after two months but you called off the wedding. Took my heart and crushed it." He whispers,

Harry's stomach was in knots and his hands ached to reach out to the smaller boy and hold him, kiss him the way he's been dying to since three years, 

"What happened? Please don't give me that bullshit excuse of not working. It had to be something else, I deserve a closure Harry." He begs quietly, "We are history Louis. Digging old wounds would bring nothing but pain. I wasn't ready alright." Louis nods sadly, 

"Ready? You were eager to marry me, Harry. If we are history, tell me you haven't thought about me for a second In the past three years like I do? That you don't love me because I still do god I still do, I'm never going to stop loving you. Tell me and if you don't we'll forget this even happens, I'll be professional I promise." He whispers and Harry's throat tightens, "I-I haven't." Louis' eyes are on him but he isn't looking,

"You're lying....Look me in the eye and say it." Taking a deep breathe, Harry looks up to the eyes that were his universe once upon a time, he steps forward and bends down, "I.Don't. Love. You. I don't think I've ever loved you." And it's a lie, a blatant one, Louis though believes it as he takes a step back, "That-That's not true! You-You used to love me and I know that you still—"

"I don't Louis. I'm sorry but yeah." He shrugs indifferently and Louis' body tightens before he's clenching his jaw, with small delicate hands he wipes his face and looks up, hard blue eyes staring at Harry, it's like a switch has been flipped, "Very well Mr.Styles. Need nothing to apologise, I should be the one doing the apologies sir, for being an idiot, Medical expense for your fiancé will be taken care by my organisation and I promise to not let my professionalism get down ever again. You may leave." And if not for the slight quiver in his tone his tone was almost professional and strict. 

 "Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow, and don't worry about the expenses—"

"It's my duty." Louis' Curt reply comes. And Harry knows that this was the official end.

Chapter Text

"So you mean to say that you are planning Harry's wedding? The Harry Styles' wedding? The same asshole who doesn't wanted to marry?" Zayn asks slumping down on Louis' couch who hums as he manages the guest list, 

 "Yeah." 

"And you are doing that why?" 

"Because it's my job? Stop making a deal out of this, Harry is my ex and past. He's happy and moved on so should I. I leave next week for Bahamas." He informs before ringing up Mara, 

"The ring on your neck and the dark circles under your eyes says otherwise. Louis, we both know you haven't moved on. Look at me." Zayn commands softly and Louis being the stubborn little shit that he is refuses to do so instead emails the backup plan for any unexpected changes to his assistant.

"Louis, for everything that's holy look at me!" Louis sighs and looks up, "What?" 

"Lou, you don't need to be this strong, I've got a shoulder always for you, babe. Why are you going through this pain?" Louis shrugs though his eyes are getting blurry, 

"Harry doesn't loves me. He said he never did." He whispers smiling through his pain and Zayn stares at his best mate with a heartbreaking expression, "I was a fool, Zayn. Even seven years later I still love him like I did when I was nineteen. I'm twenty nine, a matured man but-but his presence makes me so weak, I can't think straight. This past ten years all I've known is loving and craving Harry, It aches my every cell when he touches her the way he used to touch me. I wanted to be enough for him, but I lost him." He whispers voice quivering as tears slide down, He wipes them and looks at Zayn,

"Didn't he wanted to marry me faster? Wasn't it him who got on his knees three years in our relationship! And now he says he never loved me. I just wish I knew the reason why we broke up the way we did." He sobs and Zayn had enough as he moves forward gathering his tiny best friend in his arms as the small boy cries. 

"I love him so much and I am so pathetic for him that even if he comes my door right now I'd take him. Zayn, please stop this pain." He begs and Zayn cradles him, "It's fine. Shh, it'll pass away, babe. I'm so sorry you had to go through this pain." The brown eyed man says and it's true, 

Louis was the most loveliest thing to ever be on this earth, he was kind hearted and so soft, he deserved everything the world had to provide and Zayn wishes he had the power to grant all his wishes. The past seven years he's seen the way Louis had lost himself, his smile wasn't as bright and his laugh wasn't even real sometimes. 

His blue eyes hollowed and Harry that giant motherfucker had officially did a number. And even though Louis says he'd accept Harry in a heartbeat even if that asshole comes around Zayn is not letting him in that easily. He's damaged Louis enough as it is and Zayn can't risk more of that.

******

 "Harry." His mother reprimands, tone stern but eyes kind, "Mom, I'm really busy. I've got at least a million work before leaving for Bahamas." 

"You know how disappointed your father would've been if he were to be present here? Our only child was undergoing a marriage that had no sign of love in it." Harry stops his rummaging at her words. 

"If father would be here this marriage wouldn't be happening in the first place." 

"Your father and I stayed for the better part of our lives which was seventeen years together. We were in love and if my Gabriel were to be alive we still would've been In love. Love is something that's very rare to find Harry, when I see you and Crystal that's the last thing between you both. You don't love her." She says and he continues his work of finding that god forbid marker.

"I saw our love between you and Louis. The way you cared for him and loved him was enough for—"

"I think that's enough. Louis has nothing to do with my life anymore." He says looking directly at her and she raises a brow,

"Yet you chose him to decorate your wedding. When your father died he to—"

"When dad died I was the one who saw you in the state you were. Mom, you were hospitalised and I was scared to loose my other parent as well. I broke it off with Louis because of reasons that are valid, I can't bare to see him as shattered as you were when I die!" He exclaims and Shock spreads his mother's face,

"How would you know when your time is up! Such a cowardice coming from you is shameful indeed, Harry." 

"Shameful? Grandfather died when he turned Thirty five, Dad died when he turned thirty five and I don't know about Grandma but I saw you, saw how devastated you were and I'd rather die with the guilt of breaking Louis' heart instead of letting him go through something like that ever again. Now excuse me." He says with a shaky breathe holding the portfolio in his hands as he makes a move to be out of his study, 

"If Gabriel was alive, we both would've cried over your cowardice, Harry. I didn't raised a man like you've become. The Harry I knew was carefree, he loved and he loved love but most of all he loved his partner more than life itself. Do you know how much you're hurting Louis by this stupid—"

"Call it stupid but I am never ever going to marry for love. And that Harry died years ago. No crying over someone who's not present here anymore." 

******

 RSVPs and invitations were sent out, the media was in chaos with the news of the two billionaires tying themselves in a union. 

Louis had to leave first and along with him so did Mara and the soon to be wedded couple. Packing his bags He readied himself in some loose clothes perfect for the humid weather of Bahamas, he slid the locket inside his shirt away from the prying eyes of the world. 

Having the coldness of the ring near his neck was like a soothing balm over his bruised soul. He ran a finger through it exquisite design, Harry's grandfather really did had a taste in jewellery. Why didn't Harry ever asked back for it anyway? Did it reminded him of Louis? Or did he wanted to give a jewellery of his own to his bride? 

 He shakily laughs remembering the promises that Harry spewed to him while they laid together, 

  Hands intertwined, the two of them laid in Harry's childhood bed, it was way too big for a single person but as they laid there the space seemed like their own, Louis huffed a giggle when Harry continued to kiss his newly branded fingers, "Had I know the ring was going to look this beautiful on you, I would've put it on you the moment we met." Harry mutters and Louis rolls his eyes before running a hand through his fiancé's soft curly hair,

"Harold." He starts and Harry hums still kissing his fingers, "You are looking like a prince with this hair." At this green eyes meets his and a gorgeous smile splits it's way to Harry's face, his dimples deepening as Louis pokes them. 

"Like a Prince Charming?" He asks and Louis nods tucking a stray curl behind his ear and Harry finally hovers above him, "Your Prince Charming?" Louis traces his bottom lip and pulls it down gasping softly when Harry bites his finger lightly, "My Prince Harry." 

"Mhmm I'm a king though and you my Queen. Isn't it right, baby?" Louis shrugs, "I'll be yours no matter what you are. Be it a King or anything else." Harry kisses his cheeks, 

"Haz." He calls out softly interrupting the man's kisses that were trailing on his hickey covered neck, "Hmm?" 

"You won't leave me right?" Harry pauses coming up to eye Louis, "Why would you think that? Of course I won't. I'll always be with you even if I won't be around. This ring that once belonged to my family is now yours and just like it I'm yours as well." 

"What if somehow we are not each other's anymore?" He asks and Harry kisses his neck as soft as kisses go, "I'm always going to be yours even if somehow we are not each other's. You are the only person who I know to love. My beautiful bride." 

"I don't like tragedies. When I lost my parents I thought that I won't ever be home again without them but after meeting you I got back my home." Harry wipes the tear that slipped off Louis' eyes.

"I don't ever want to loose my home again. And I don't ever want to be alone, always want you and only you." Louis says.

Harry caresses his fiancé's face and leans to connect their lips, "I'm not leaving. Not now nor ever. Gonna stay Always by your side, my love." And with that they are kissing, naked bodies tangled together as they deeply explored each other's mouth, he was in love with many aspects of Harry but he was deeply In love with the way Harry kisses.

 "Think we should've waited before marriage?" Harry asks nipping his neck and Louis laughs at the tickling sensation on his hips, "Pfft please, you are too horny for that type of restraint Harry." 

"Mhmm baby you are underestimating my controls." Louis snorts when Harry kisses down his chest, "I am. Because you suck at-ah- controlling yourself." Louis moans when Harry kisses the nipple he bit at,

"I'm a weak man for you, of course I suck at controlling myself around you." 

******

"Sir, do you need help with the bags?" A male flight attendant asks and Louis notices how actually good looking he is, tall and broad with a boyish charm on his face, brown eyes and a little bit of scruff, Louis' about to accept his help when,

"No thanks we've got it. You can help the lady though." A deep voice cuts in and Louis turns to look at Harry who's wearing shades and a white crisp shirt paired with chinos. He looks ridiculously handsome and the clenched jaw making him ten times hotter.

 "Actually I don't need the help. Thanks a lot." Louis says and Harry looks at him. The attendant leaving them as they were instead opting for Crystal, 

"Sure you do. Stop being stubborn." Harry says and Louis purses his lips and holds his suitcase before pushing it up, his ankle twists and he's ready to fall down when two warm hands grips his waist, "Told you. Yet you have to go and be so stubborn."

 "I don't need your help." Louis mumbles weakly when Harry gently steadies him on his legs, "You didn't sprained your ankle did you?" Louis shakes his head and watches as his ex easily handles his bags.

 Cheeks heating he catches Mara's curious eyes, rolling his eyes he steps away from Harry and his infuriatingly strong scent of Tobacco vanille which was making Louis heady. 

"Listen, I know you get all wobbly during the first takeover so I've already got the lemonade ready." Louis frowns and when Harry's about to leave holds the man's wrist stopping him,

"Why are you doing this, Harry?" He asks and Harry shrugs, Louis wishes he could see his eyes, to know what he's feeling,

"I'm just making you feel at ease. You are doing me favour and it's my duty to make you feel easy." 

Chapter Text

  Sweat trickled down His lover's neck, the golden skin glowing almost angelically as Harry continued to explore the sweet body with his lips. 

"Harry....More." The voice gasped and Harry smiled snuggling between thick thighs as he nosed his lover' skin, smell of peaches and vanilla making his mouth water, he opened his mouth and sucked on the soft skin,

Suddenly his hands started to shake, Harry frowned and looked at himself, like a withering flower, Harry was slowly turning into dust, 

"Harry, Hazza." He looked up and saw himself lying on a hospital bed, there he was, sitting beside him crying as he held Harry's hand, 

Harry tried to reach him but he couldn't, he yelled but his voice didn't reached Louis' ear who was crying, loud sobs that wracked his body and Harry was helpless, he wanted to reach out and touch him, console him, tell him that he's here but he couldn't. 

"You can't leave me alone....Hazza please wake up, you cannot die, you can't die, Harry." Louis said, two kids out of nowhere came beside Louis, the taller one looked like a young version of Harry, the shorter one more like Louis, "Mommy Mommy, why isn't Daddy waking up?" Louis ignored them as he continued to cry on Harry's chest. 

"Mom mom please answer us." The taller one said and the shorter child was clinging to his brother as he sobbed, "Mommy." Louis continued to ignore them as he cried on Harry's chest. 

"Why'd you leave us? Harry, we promised to be with each other, you cannot leave me." And those words....Harry's heard them before,

His eyes widens when he realises that those were the same words his mother had said to his father, and suddenly a young Harry was beside his mother crying over his father's dead form.

"Harry! Harry wake up! Harry you're scaring me." Violently He jerked up, besides him was Louis crouched down, he immediately reached up and brought the shorter boy down to hug him, "I'm never leaving.... I'm sorry." He whispered and Louis hugged him back, "It's okay.... It was just a nightmare." At this Harry blinked, 

It was a nightmare. 

He wasn't married to Louis, he didn't die and he didn't had any kids with Louis. Louis and him were still exes and he had a wedding in a week. 

"I...Uhm I'm sorry....how'd you get inside?" He asks pulling away, he notices Louis' frown. "Oh I was passing by and I heard your voice...it was in distress so I came inside...I apologise for entering without permission." He says and Bites his lips before reaching forward to wipe Harry's face. "You were calling out my name." He admits slowly and Harry clears his throat, 

"Yeah...it was a bad dream. I don't remember. Have we reached yet?" He asks slipping off the bed, his chest still aches at the realistic nightmare he just had, "No...I don't think so. I'll take off...till then just take care of yourself." 

I love you goddamnit, I still do.

Harry clenched his fist as Louis' words flashes through him, 

"Yeah I will.. Louis, Uhm will it be okay if we pretend this never happened?" A sad look passes through Louis' blue eyes who shrugs, "Whatever you want." And with that he's walking out. 

With a shaky breathe Harry settled down on the couch, his chest ached and before he knew it he was sobbing with his face in dug in his hands.

Some would call Harry's reason stupid but he knows how it feels to suffer the lose of a loved one, he loves Louis like his life depends on it but he can't have him because if Harry died like his father and grandfather at the age of Thirty five then he'd never forgive himself for leaving his love shattered and devastated. 

 He can't watch Louis that way, the way his mother was. 

Breaking up with Louis was the hardest thing he had done and Harry's shameful to admit it. His reason was anything but dumb or cowardly. 

 The Style lineage had a record of males dying at the particular age of thirty five and Harry had noticed it during his visit to his grandfather's grave. 

He loves Louis and he had never really stopped because how can he stop loving someone who holds his heart in the palm of their tiny hands? And he knows Louis feels the same, it was truly magical to find a love like theirs, they both love each other with the same intensity and it would've been easier if they didn't.

If it was up to Harry he would've stayed in the arms of his blue eyed boy never separating himself away until he died but what happens after his death? How would Louis react? Because god forbid if something happens to Louis Harry would go insane. 

Maintaining a distance between them since the past seven years was hard, He had to hold himself back chanting in his head that he didn't loved Louis in hopes of the anguish to fade away but the pain never faded, it stayed like a permanent mark, throbbing tremendously in lonely nights. 

And it wasn't fair to Louis, he knows that. Harry knows it isn't fair to Louis at all leaving him in the dark but Harry cannot allow himself to make the boy more sadder than he is. He knows Louis. He'll convince Harry that it's just a myth when it isn't. Harry's going to die like his ancestors and he's going to leave his family behind just like his father and grandfather.

 "Wish I had you with me until my last breathe but it isn't fair to you, I know this pain is hard but at least you won't be attached to me by the time I'm not here anymore." He whispers stroking The ring Louis had given to him seven years ago during their engagement. 

"Please forgive me." He sobs quietly and the tears won't stop, not after the monstrous dream and definitely not after Louis' sad face. 

He just wishes sometime that he didn't had a fate like this or maybe he should've never meet Louis. At least it would've saved them both. 

*****

For someone who was about to be wed in a few days Harry was quite miserable with his situation. Dread creeped in his guts which he tried to ignore as he dismounted the steps of the jet, the warm Bahamian breeze caressed his skin and his eyes unwontedly reached out for Louis who was giggling along his assistant.

Louis was his solely the only thing that had him going, he was eighteen when he first saw Louis and ever since Louis doesn't to fail to take his breathe away. 

He was dressed in light pink overalls and god did he looked adorable? 

Harry's heart squeezed painfully when Blue eyes met his and he immediately looked away from those cobalt irises, "Mr.Styles, what's the car arrangement?" Paul, his manager asked.

"Mr.Tomlinson, Crystal and I will be in one car and the rest will be in another." He announced putting his shades back on, Crystal was too busy managing her dress via video call with her designer, she huffed and made her way towards Harry.

"Everything alright?" His arms made their way towards Crystal's thin form and he let her cuddle in him, "It's Tia, she's messed up the original design." Crystal says and Harry hums walking them to the car. "She'll fix it after all Tia's the best isn't she?" Harry asks and Crystal nods. 

"I feel bad about lying to Louis. He should know that my father is fine." Harry smiles at her, "If you feel so bad say it to him yourself. Now get in."

 He waited with his hand on the top of the hood when someone cleared their throat, backing away he looked behind to see Louis standing with his hands folded in front, his eyes were blazing with jealousy and mouth in a thin line, Harry took a step back for him to enter, 

He inhaled sharply when Louis walked past him, the scent of Vanilla and Peach along with a hint of baby powder driving Harry nuts. 

Paul cleared his throat loudly making Harry jump back, he looked at the man who sported an amused smile, with heated cheeks Harry followed Louis in the car. 

Willing to close the box that contained his deepest darkest desires. And that was to have his ex back the way it was.

*****

You see Harry was trying, he really was but how could he control his eyes when Louis did so many adorable things at once? He bit his lip to prevent himself from smiling as he saw Louis snap pictures after pictures with that adorable quirk of his. His tongue slightly poke out as he tilted his head looking every bit of a cute kitten.

Harry was so thankful for the shades he wore because if not for them everyone would've seen his constant ogling. 

It wasn't Louis' first time in here obviously because of his job but still he looked like a cute child on a Christmas Eve. 

Once at their destination, Crystal got out first followed by Louis and then Harry, suddenly The shorter blue eyed boy's ankle twisted and Harry was holding his waist, "Careful there." He whispered in Louis' ear because that was the closest to him and felt the boy shivering.

Harry didn't made any plan of leaving but it looked like Louis didn't feel the same as he pried his hands away and stepped away, "Sorry." He mumbles and just like that walks away. 

Gulping the blob of disappointment in his throat Harry pushed his shades on his head effectively pushing his hair back. 

A voice in his head screaming,

You deserve it. 

And Harry knows he does. 

****

Chapter Text

The thing about love is you know you're going to fall yet you indulge with it. Harry fell first but Louis fell harder, at least that's what he think it is. 

 It's been two days ever since he's had a conversation with Harry and it's not like Louis' free at all his work is double from what it was back in California but all Louis could think about is Harry's frightened expression, the tears in his eyes and face and the way he held Louis. It's like a haunting nightmare one that wouldn't leave Louis. 

He was itching from the inside with the worry that was Harry even okay? Is he doing alright? 

 "Oh! That's the perfect person to replicate Crystal!" The choreographer, Rick , jumped making Louis frown, he was passing from the dancing studio that was booked for the rehearsals. 

"Louis! Louis!" The said person looked up to find Crystal standing with a puppy kicked face, "I need you." 

"I've got a number of things—"

"Please Louis, please. I need you, my designer just fucked up my dress and I have to leave for Cali instantly and since Harry here can't dance for shit and keeps stepping on my feet each and every time we try, I need someone to replace me." They both ignore Harry's offensive Heyy, "I don't know how to dance though."

"Oh don't worry about that, you'll just have to stay like a mannequin, Crystal knows all her steps but her fiancé doesn't and we need to make it right before the ceremony." 

"Please Lou. I beg you." and call Louis selfish or selfless the way you like to see it but he gives up, unaware of the sudden hug that he receives from Crystal, "I owe you big time. And you please don't step on his feet as much as you did on mine. Alright I'm off." 

"Uh what do I have to do?" He asks nervously looking at Harry who's biting his lip and staring at Louis, "You can get changed first. For dancing you need some leggings or fit pants and a tee shirt." The choreographer chirps.

And Louis doesn't know if it's a bad idea or a good one. Either way he's fucked.

*****

After getting dressed in some tight pants and a top, Louis enters the studio, "Woah. You are quite in shape." Rick says, his French accent deepening and making Louis blush, "Uh thanks." 

"Can we get started already?" Harry's harsh tone makes them snap towards the green eyed man who's glaring at Rick, "Fine fine... Louis was it?" Louis nods, 

"Yeah get in position. Here I'll guide you how to stand." Louis walks forward and stands in front of Harry, "Move forward a bit. It's a couple wedding dance." With a loudly beating heart Louis steps forwards and Rick's guiding his hands and positioning him, 

"Alright that's enough back off." Harry growls when Rick touches Louis' waist shocking them both, Louis frowns when he sees Harry's closed off expression and the grip on his waist by a ring cladded hand is tightened, the action arouses and confuses him as well. 

"Hey." Louis whispers clenching his shoulders making his angry green eyes look back at him, "He's doing his job... Calm down." Louis' words are soft and after hearing them Harry softens as well, "Yeah Uhm I'm sorry but just that's enough. We got it." 

"Yeah man no worries, I get it wedding jitters and all." Rick the idiot says but Louis knows what this is, that's Jealous Harry right in front of him and what should Louis feel? Should he be happy because Harry's jealous which means he feels something doesn't he? Or should he be confused because Harry's actions are already confusing enough. 

 The song Photograph by Ed Sheeran start and So does the rhythm of their body, Harry's staring intensely at him and it seems like Louis' staring back. Harry flips him over so that his back is against his quite hard chest and Louis' already feeling the heat on his cheeks because of the close contact. 

 Harry's breathe was warm against his ear, it sent million shivers down his spine and Louis was ready to run away, Large hands intertwined with his and how subtle could they be?

After swaying for sometime Louis was again facing him and Harry's one hand came up to cradle the back of his head, the touch so gentle that it brought unwanted tears in Louis' eyes who was thankful for Harry because the man pulled his head down until his ear was against the hard chest, he sighed and hold onto Harry's hand tightly because after this they might never get to touch like this. 

They continued to dance after that, swaying and letting their bodies do the talking and soon Louis was tired already. Rick was impressed to say the least as he clapped for them. 

While Harry went to drink water the choreographer came upto Louis, "D'you mind to take a walk at the beaches in here? They are fascinating in the night." Rick says and Louis smiles at him, his heart was happy because of the close contact that he's been deprived off since years. "I'm happy you asked—"

"Louis' got plans with the others." Harry interjects and Louis frowns looking up, "Do I?" Harry narrows his eyes and nods, "Yes of course you do. There's a campfire tonight, Crystal insists you attend it."

 "Oh I didn't knew about it. You heard him, I'm sorry Rick. Next time maybe." He apologises and the French man smiles easily, "Yeah sure next time. Uh the practice is done for today and Harry I must say you've done excellent. Let's leave the studio together." 

 "I think I've got some of my steps wrong so if you don't mind I'd like Louis to be here for some more time and practice with me."

In no time Rick's out of the studio and They are alone. It's dangerous. Louis knows it is. Being this close to Harry alone was going to damage him in ways even he can't point out. 

"Okay let's start. Thank god he's not down my neck anymore. Annoying ass." Harry mumbles before clicking on his phone, Louis' body tenses as the air fills with Shania Twain's You're still the one.

Harry looks like he knows what he's doing as he casually strolls forward and holds Louis in his arms, his hands around his thin waist and Louis' hands around his neck, the man pulls Louis further more closer tilting his neck so that he sniffs loudly, 

"What are you doing?" Louis whispers shuddering when Harry noses his neck, mumbling the lyrics on his skin, 

"Dancing with you." Harry cradles his head and connects their eyes together, his free hand comes up and caresses Louis' cheeks, unknowingly a tear slips down, 

When I first saw you, I saw love

And the first time you touched me, I felt love

Harry wipes it away and this is the first time Louis' seen him so off guarded and not cold, 

"You're breaking my heart." He whispers, 

Harry hugs him, "I'm breaking mine too." 

"Harry. You're going to be married. And not to me." He mumbles and Harry kisses his temple, "I wish I could give you the happiness you deserve but I can't. I'm sorry." Harry whispers back and Louis looks up at him. Teary eyes staring at his love who's crushed him down to ways Louis can never ever get back together. 

"How is any of this fair? You get to be with someone and I get to be lonely?" 

"Do not cry. Please don't." 

"Harry....Harry please hold me. I know I'm not going to have you anymore but please just hold me tight." He begs and Harry without any question does as he's asked, 

He doesn't say a word as now instead of the song that's supposed to be about successive love Louis' sobs fill the room. 

 Harry wipes his tears, brings him a bottle of cold water and just holds him. 

"What is it?" Harry asks at the hint of smile on Louis' face who's apparently got his fill of crying, "Nothing." And it's not nothing but it's something that indicates Louis' Harry is back and even if it's just for this particular moment he's back at last. 

"Why were you a jerk to the choreographer?" Louis asks once they both are on the floor again, because Harry did missed some steps and they were working on it now, "Just didn't like him." Louis raises his brows and Harry sighs, "Fine. You know why." Rolling his eyes Louis stays silent. 

He looks up when Harry's eyes zeroes on the flesh caught between Louis' teeth, he shakes his head and gently tucks his lips out from his grip, "Don't do that to me, baby." 

"Not your baby anymore." A sad glint flashes in Harry's eyes and he nods before connecting their foreheads, "I know. Plus there's no campfire." Louis snorts and pinches Harry's bicep, "I know you dork." And even though there's so much sadness and pain but Louis covers it up with playfulness that he receives from the other end. 

"You're going to be cold with me again won't you?" He asks when they are entering the elevator, Harry gazes at him for a moment or two before looking away. "I'm sorry." Louis smiles and stares down, "It was good till it lasted." He shrugs.

Safe to say when Harry leaves away Louis clashes down right in the elevator, but this time there's a smile on his face as tears drip down his eyes.

*****

 "I heard you were asking for me?" Louis asks sitting down beside the curly haired boy, the book from his hands fall down and big green eyes stare at him, "Wh-What?" And oh his voice is deep, Louis giggles,

"My classmate, Axel, told me about your-err-asking?" The boy shakes his head and along with it his cute curly hair sways, "Oh! I-I wasn't asking, I'm just curious about your name, I mean you're beautiful and pretty to look at and oh shit I'm rambling too much but I wanted to—"

"Louis." He says amusedly, effectively stopping the curly haired boy's slow rambling, "Huh what?" And Louis giggles again,

"My name's Louis. And thanks for calling me beautiful and pretty." 

"Oh! My name's Harry. And you are, you are." Louis smiles and pushes a hand for Harry to take, "Well Harold I guess we both'll be great friends." 

"My name's not Harold... and what?" 

"You asks so many questions!" 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." 

"Uh oh Curly, we are friends no sorry and thank yous from now okay?" 

"Okay."

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"Hi Lou!" At the sound of the voice he looks behind to see Crystal laying on a lounger with shades on top of her hair. She smiles widely at Louis before beckoning him to come closer,

"Have a seat here!" She exclaims patting the recliner next to her, Louis shrugs and with his mojito sits down next to her, "How's the preparations going?" 

"We are almost done. So there's only three days left. How're you doing?" And even though it hurts to ask Louis does it anyway,

"Oh I'm so excited! I can't wait to start a home with Harry. Isn't he so nice?" She sighs dreamily staring at her fiancé who was speaking on his phone, Louis looks at him before nodding, "He is." 

"Yeah.... So what's your story? A partner? You must be engaged as well won't you? With that beautiful ring you carry around." Louis smiles sadly and shakes his head, "No... no partner." Crystal flinches, "Ah I'm sorry... but I'm really curious about that ring." 

"It's my ex's.... He gave it to me and ever since I haven't taken it off." Her blue eyes widens and she sits Indian style as If to hear some story, "Your ex? So what happened?" 

Louis chuckles and shrugs, "He fell out of love. It's seven years since our breakup." 

"And you still love him?" She asks and Louis looks at her, "Is it that obvious?" 

"My goodness. That's true love I guess.... I've never felt what's it like. He's a jerk though. You're pretty and damn perfect, why would he leave someone like you?" She asks frowning as if she's offended on Louis' behalf and he giggles at her actions,

"Hey I'm serious! You're a babe! If I were into pretty boys like you, fuck Harry I would've married you." Louis continues to laugh, "Oh Crystal, but you're already getting married and to a good man like Harry. So let's not talk about it. But even I don't know why he left." 

"Ah don't tell me! That asshole didn't even gave you a closure. So how was your relationship like?" She asks looking every bit of a child and she's adorable really, 

"It was beautiful... honestly speaking. I..I loved him very much and he did too, we were like the couple from a fairy perfectly capable for each other, our three years together was the best for me, and then he proposed, I was like the most lucky boy in the world to have a partner like Ha—him. But like all good things in the world it came to an end." He shrugs and Crystal gasps, her eyes filling with tears, "Why'd he do that?" 

And isn't it what Louis wants to know as well? He shrugs as an answer and drinks his mojito, "Don't know." 

"I'm very sad. I hope I have a love like that too. From what you said about your relationship it sounded really beautiful and I want that too minus the breakup obviously. I...I'm not in love with Harry yet, but I already am falling. He's very kind you know. And like the dream man."

"Yeah... I hope you get that too." He says and he's not lying, Crystal's a nice person and Louis realised it already, he really can't bare to see anyone beside Harry if it's not him and Louis as much as of a good person she is, Louis' still jealous. But hating Crystal is not like him. His mother always used to say that Louis' heart was too big for something like Hate to reside in it, Louis' never hated anyone and he's never going to. 

"Plus...Louis I'm really sorry." She says and Louis frowns, "What for?" 

"I-I lied to you. My father's very well but because of some reasons we had to proceed our marriage quickly and I thought of no other reason than to lie so I'm really sorry also you were very scary back then." She mumbles and Louis couldn't even bring himself to be angry as he laughs.

"It's all good. Let bygones be bygones." 

******

Louis was drunk..... it was Harry and Crystal's bachelor party and Louis was just lost. He wasn't in club or anything instead sitting outside the balcony, he giggled at a stone before gulping another sip from the bottle of vodka he fished. 

"What are you doing out here?" A voice asks and Louis shrugs before giggling drunkenly, "Enjoying my ex fiancé's bachelor party." A figure sits beside him, "How drunk are you, Louis?" Another snort-y laugh leaves Louis' lips before he turns to look at the man who's asking him weird questions, 

"How would I—oh you look like him." He mumbles raising a finger and touching the man's nose who looks like Harry, "Like who?" 

"My ex. He left me." He whispers with a pout, "Louis let's get you out of here you're drunk." 

"No! No, I'm going to stay here and...and vent out on you. Because you look a lot like Harry, my beautiful Harry. Who's not mine but eh... who cares right?" He asks and sniffs. The man sighs, "Come over here sweetheart. Let's leave. You're so out of it baby." 

"Heyy! Don't call me baby or sweetheart. It's Harry's terms of endearments for me." 

"Louis. Ten minutes and you'll start vomiting. Let's leave Cmon." And despite his protest the stupid man carries Louis in his arms, he grunts but nuzzles in the warmth smelling painfully familiar tobacco vanille, "Do all preposterous men smell the same?" he asks and The man hums, 

"Only one. Alright where's your room card?" Louis giggles as he looks up. Green eyes staring at him with nothing but fond, "I forgot....oops!" He mumbles. 

"Quite a handful aren't you?" 

"No... I'm not a handful, I'm two handfuls." He cheekily says and the man laughs before he's walking again.

Louis' eyes widened and he pushed the man away, "What—" and before he could ask more questions Louis was running towards the washroom, he kneeled down and started throwing out whatever he had in his stomach. His throat burned and stomach ached as he spilled in the toilet lid,

"Oh you silly boy. Didn't I told you to limit your drinks? Know you can't handle your alcohol, sweetheart." Louis sighs as he leans against the warm hands over his forehead, a bottle of water against his lips which he chugs down, his mouth tasted rancid as he stood up with the help of the man beside, 

 "Don' scold me." He mumbled and felt a kiss on his head, "I'm not scolding you, baby. Wanna brush your teeth?" Louis nods and squeals when he's lifted up, "I can function very well." He mutters when he's finally set, his blue eyes looking up to meet green eyes and he can't help but hold the man's face, "Harry....my lovely Harry." He squishes the man's face and rounds his nose with his. He knows that the man isn't Harry because let's face it Louis was drunk not stupid to know that Harry would miss his bachelor party and opt for his drunk ex. 

"My Hazza." The said man smiles softly and pulls away making Louis whine loudly.

But before he could cry more the man's coming back with a toothbrush. "Here open your mouth." Smiling Louis does as said and gets his teeth brushed. He loved his ignorant bliss way too much, in his drunk eyes all he saw was Harry when in reality it was someone who looked familiar like him or not really.

 "You're still so drunk aren't you? Let's get you sober enough." Louis shook his head but the man was already carrying him to the bedroom perhaps. "I'm not sleeping with you." He pouted and hears a deep chuckle, "Baby. Drink this." And with that cold crisp water is sliding down his dry throat, he hummed greedily drinking all of it.

And when he opens his eyes he's slightly sober as in front of him is indeed Harry, 

"Harry?" He asked and the man grinned, "Hello there." 

"It was you?" He asks and Harry chuckles before pushing Louis' hair behind his ear, "You really thought I'd leave you with some strange man?" Louis hummed nuzzling in Harry's palm, "My kitten. Come over here." And Louis was a weak boy who instantly climbed over Harry's lap.

Large hands stroked his hair and he smiles staring at Harry's green eyes, without thinking twice Louis surged and kissed him. And what was even more shocking was Harry kissing him back. The kiss was fervent and filled with a longing that only they could understand.

 Harry tilted his head and licked his way inside Louis' mouth. Louis allowing him the entrance easily and before he knew it Harry was lowering him to the bed. "Hi baby." He mumbled, pulling away, Louis grinned, "Hi Harry." 

Their lips met again and this time it was filled with purpose. Louis moaned tightening his thighs around Harry's waist pushing him down so that their groins connect. "What do you want, sweetheart?" there was a growl-y desperate tone in Harry's words which made Louis harder in the confines of his panties. He arched his neck for the man who was hungrily lapping on the flesh. 

"You-Please." He whined, Harry's warm hands pushing the dress he had on up until his navel was seen, the man pushed his thumb over a nipple making Louis cry out for more. "Shh doll, I've got you." And with that his assault on Louis' nipples started. He rolled the peaks with his fingers before ripping the dress away, buttons flew everywhere and Louis gasped, "Fuck." Harry grunted leaning down to wrap a warm mouth against Louis' nipples, 

"Harry Harry...yes ungh! Ah...." He moaned loudly arching in the man's touch who was hungry in his actions as he played with Louis' body effectively bringing him to the edge. 

With a loud cry Louis shuddered and came, "Ah look at that, came from just my mouth. Can you get anymore perfect, Princess?" Louis whimpered and reached out to grab Harry's face pulling him up so that he could kiss the man. The stubble around his jaw scraped Louis' skin as he desperately kissed him. 

"Harry...Hazza... please touch me." He whispered and Harry kissed his cheeks, before his eyes widened, "No we should stop, Louis." Louis frowned and held Harry's hand tightly, his legs unconsciously tightening as well around Harry's waist, "No! No stopping. Please please." He begs and Harry sighs.

"Baby, you're drunk. We should stop. Fuck what are we even doing?" 

"Don't you want me?" He asked voice filled with insecurity and Harry growled, "None of that! I want you like you're my last breathe!" Louis frowned when Harry made an effort to move, "So then why are you leaving me?" 

"Because you are drunk and you won't remember anything that'll happen. And you do know I love it when you remember the things I do to you." Louis huffed and pushed the man away himself before holding the torn edges of his dress, he got out of the bed, ignoring Harry's calls. 

"Go fuck your self, Harold. Do not ever speak to me." And with that he's wearing his shoes, just as he's about to open the door his body gets slammed against the wall, he gasps when Harry traps his body, "You're driving me crazy, Louis." Louis scowls at the man,

"Do not growl at me, you animal. You don't want to fuck me. Besides why would you? You do—" he moans when Harry yanks him forward smashing their mouths together. 

They don't speak as Harry hoists him up and then walks to the bed again, this time there's not much foreplay as Harry quickly undresses Louis, "Wha—" he doesn't get to complete as Harry pushes his legs up thrusting two fingers inside him. Louis' back arches off the bed as he wails at the sensation.

Harry's mouth was incessant against his body, marking it up with sharp teeth and hot lips. 

Just when his body tightens because of Harry's fingers rubbing his prostate, the man discards the digits making him whine, "Do not be greedy. You'll only cum by my cock." And with that he's opening the fly of his pants and removing his hard length, something about Harry being all dressed and Louis being naked was making the latter all hot and more turned on.

 "Hold here." Louis obediently held the back of his knees pushing them until his hole was visible to Harry who stroked himself hungrily eyeing Louis' hole. 

"Beautiful cunt on a beautiful boy." He mumbled thumbing around the puckered skin before coming forward to rub the tip of his wet angry member against the very puckered hole. Louis gasped when Harry pushed inside, "Wanted this did you not?....now do not close your eyes and look at me." Louis whimpers loudly wrapping his around Harry's neck who was pushing the shorter boy's legs further towards his chest, "Harry...Ah Ha-Harry." He moaned shuddering when Harry was fully inside him. 

Louis' senses were on alert at the sudden intrusion, his body long forgotten the feeling of being this full. Louis had night stands obviously he did but none this big and large, he cried when Harry nibbles on his bottom lip before pulling out and thrusting back inside. His nails scratched the man's shirt.

"Love being a brat don't you? God you don't know the things you do to me, baby."

"Harry...I-I love being your brat. Fuck me harder please Hazza." Harry yanked his hair and placed his hot mouth against the sweaty skin of his neck where he suckled and bit, he pulled all the way out before slamming inside, Louis moved up on the mattress due to the thrust. His mouth was occupied by Harry's, the bed rattled at each thrust and Louis' stomach coiled, he gasped in Harry's mouth tugging the sweaty strands of his curly hair, "Gonna...Gonna cum." He moaned out.

"My pretty boy.... Gosh you look so beautiful with my cock in you and your angelic body spread out like this...for my eyes." Louis gasped and soon his cock dribbled cum over his tummy, Harry smirked at the bulge before rubbing the liquid over the already sweaty skin. 

"Gorgeous." Louis whimpers biting his fingertip as Harry thumbs over the bulge that appears in his small tummy, "Ah it's so full." He cries and Harry smiles slowing his pace as he leans to kiss his messy boy's lips. "You love being full, don't you baby?" Louis moans pliant in his hold as Harry licks inside his mouth, "Full of my cum and my cock." He whispers wiping the trail of spit with his thumb on Louis' lips making the red skin shiny. 

"I-I do." Harry noses his soft cheeks before raising throwing Louis' legs over his shoulder, he kisses the boy's calf and sucks a bite over there as well before picking a fast pace. 

 "I know, my love." Louis hisses when Harry's cum oozes out of him. "Oh baby, I'm not done with you." He whispers when Louis makes an effort to push him off.

****

"Ah it hurts, it hurts Harry." He cries throwing his head back on Harry's shoulder, Louis was literally leaking, his mouth leaking saliva and his hole dripping with cum, Harry grunt against his shoulder before biting it again, "Relax yourself, doll. Gonna cum now." Louis gasped with wide eyes when Harry shot inside him again, his hand reaching for his belly which was swollen he caressed it and didn't even noticed that he had came once again as well.

 Harry sighed behind him before laying him down gently, they both kissed and Louis winced when Harry removed himself.

"No! No leaving. Don't leave me again please." He cries once Harry starts to move, "Baby I wasn't lea—"

"No you're lying. Please don't go. Come over here Hazza stay with me." He says and Harry's eyes soften as he wipes the tears on his boy's face, "I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here with you." Louis sobbed in his neck and Harry manhandled them in a position where he was holding the boy. 

"Shhh don't cry, I'm here with you." He whispers and Louis hiccups before looking up, "No leaving." Harry smiles softly, "Okay." 

And then their lips met and it was everything they could've ever asked for. 

Chapter Text

Louis woke up with a massive headache and an annoying phone alarm. He groaned and reached out for his phone accepting the call, 

" 'ello?" He rasped out noticing the unusual ache in his throat and his raspy tone,

"Well look who decided to woke up. Bitch, it's nine where the hell are you? The wedding ceremony is about to take place Louis!" Louis gasped horrified and sat, wincing at the throb in his body. 

"I'll be there in a few Minutes bye!" He cut the call and groaned, pushing his hand in his hair and sighing, when he clearly got the view he was in his heart beat louden because this was so not his room and the shirt he wore....oh fuck! 

Memories of last night came crashing to him, Getting drunk, Harry, spending the very passionate night with Harry. 

He looks around to see the suite was as empty as his heart, a sardonic chuckle leaving his lips as he stares at the nicely folded clothes on the couch. He stares at the two tablets along with a glass of water on the Bedside table. Leaning forward he gulps them, rolling his eyes at Harry's behaviour. Of course he has to do it. 

Feeling every bit of a worthless whore Louis stands up, flinching at the painful throb in his backside. He manages to limp to the bathroom gasping at his own reflection.

He knows what it's like to be with Harry in bed, the man loves to mark but what Louis is seeing right now is anything but not feral-y possessive. He stares at how swollen his tummy his and the marking of lips and teeth over his skin, red and blue marks lathered his body, he whimpered when he touched the one on his inner thigh. He vaguely remembers what happened last night just flashes of Harry above him and doing what he does best with Louis' body.

 He turns around and stares at his bum to see the sticky fluid still leaking from him, biting his lip he touched the area tenderly, "Gonna clean you off me." He whispers to his own self before jumping in the shower where he unnecessarily scrubs his body until they are red and pruny. Hot tears sliding his face and he collapses down. 

Was it worth it for Harry? To fuck and leave him like a whore? The least he could do was speak to Louis but he fucked off right away to attend his wedding.

 After crying for what felt like hours but was merely some minutes Louis got out of the shower.

The walk of shame to his suite was numb, he discarded his clothes and wore the one he had planned for the ceremony. Applying a little concealer to hide the marks on his neck and his under eyes he took a leave. 

 "I'm sorry for the delay..... where do we—"

"Don't worry I took care of it all. The ceremony just started look the bride's about to enter and you know....." he zoned out after that because of Harry's green eyes staring right in his soul, his heart Treacherously thumped in his ribcage and his palm started sweating.

"That's it baby, ride my cock, fuck I love you so much."

Louis' eyes widened at the unwanted flashback of last night, Harry's eyes didn't left his even when Crystal was standing in front of him, only when the archbishop cleared his throat the man looked away. 

Louis can't do this. He really cannot for the life of him stand here as if nothing happened. As if he's not watching the love of his life marrying someone else. 

So he took a turn and decided to walk away.

*****

Earlier in the morning:

Soft, sweet and peaceful that's how everything felt, Harry hummed as he rubbed the very very soft tummy under his hand, his obsession with Louis' belly was insane and safe to say hadn't gone away despite it being years. 

 He kissed the sweet boy's ear earning a giggle, "My baby." Louis whined sleepily, stretching his neck to give Harry access, "Can I eat you out?" 

"You tired me. I—" 

"Shh, I'm going to eat you out." He kissed the bruised skin of his lover before sliding down to pick Louis' leg and throw it over his shoulder, he sighed blissfully loving the way Louis' thick thighs suffocated him. 

This was wrong in so many ways, Harry knew this yet he wanted it. For a few hours he'd like to pretend his life isn't fucked up and he's with Louis. 

The thought bothered him that once he leave this suite he's going to be officially off the market and a married man. There's no going back. 

"Hazza... do it." His sleep drunk boy whimpered pulling him out of his thoughts, tiny hands tugged his hair and he chuckled before diving tongue first. The first lick had Louis arching and moaning highly, Harry grunted and pinned his hips down to keep him in place. 

 He wiggled his tongue lapping his own cum in his mouth which should've disgusted him but it didn't instead it aroused him more, Louis smelled like peaches down here as well and Harry could feel his own spit dribbling down the sides of his mouth and wetting his jaw as he ate his boy out. 

 Harry could only imagine what his angel looks like right out, his moans and pants were making it harder for Harry who ignored the strain in his jaw and fasten the pace of his tongue. Soon Louis was thrashing around and tensing as he came. 

"Hello." Harry gruffly said, voice thick and deep, Louis stared at him with aroused blue irises before pulling him up and kissing him, "Gonna ride you now." He informs, cheeks red and eyes blown, his hair was a mess and lips bitten. Harry was so gone for him. 

"That's it baby, ride my cock, fuck I love you so much." He groaned in Louis' shoulder not giving a fuck that he just said I love you to his ex who was crying as he bounced on Harry's cock. He tangled his fingers in the sleep messed feathery hair before tugging it so that he could kiss Louis. 

With a hand bandaged around the thin waist, Harry guided Louis to bring them both closer to their edge, the entire night they hadn't got an ounce of sleep, fucking in different positions that Harry's never going to forget. They both panted against each other's mouth, blue eyes connected with green ones. 

 Suddenly the speed of the Louis' hips slowed down, "Gently." The angel on top whispered, cheeks having a dark rosy glint to them, the early morning rays making his body look golden and Harry's sure he's some type of goddess with how ethereal he looks right now. 

"Okay." Harry caresses the smooth cheeks only for the boy to flutter his eyes and nuzzle in his palm, "I miss you." Louis mumbles.

 Their lips meet again and this time they both cum together with their mouths connected. 

When they lay down Louis' fast asleep on Harry's chest, the man stares down at him caressing and memorising the body that he once knew, Louis was thinner now, his bones even more prominent. With a heavy sigh He leaned down and kissed Louis' temple. 

 Harry was a cheater. But did he really cheat by sleeping with the boy he loves the most?

 Gently he laid Louis' head on the pillow and like the coward he is, got showered and left but not without one last look towards Louis who was sleeping peacefully. He didn't fail to keep the aspirin next to a glass of water though. 

And just like that, he was walking away from his past life to adapt in a new one. One that he didn't had any type of love for because all his love was drained in his past. 

*****

Present:

Louis gasped with tears in his eyes as he walked, suddenly his leg slipped and his eyes widen, body falling backward, the last thing he felt was a hard surface under his head and blackness clouding his senses. 

He heard Mara's cry but all he could taste was numbness in him. And just like that Louis surrendered himself to the dark.

*****

"....In sickness and health. In—"

"Louis!" Harry's eyes widens at the shriek and he turns to look at Mara who was running towards a collapsed Louis. Harry's eyes widened and Crystal saw the exact moment her fiancé left the ring he was holding letting it crash on the ground as he ran to their wedding planner's unconscious body. 

Her eyes widen as she saw Harry sitting on his knees and picking Louis' body, "Louis! Oh my god. What happened? Fuck, baby, hey hey be with me." And then it all clicked in Crystal's brain. She squealed and looked at the audience that stared at her with gaping mouths.

"Ah sorry for the inconvenience, y'all can eat the food and go home or like enjoy the beaches. See ya!" With that she strides towards Harry.

"Lou, hey hey, don't shut your eyes. Fuck There's too much blood." Harry says eyes filled tears and hands covered in blood, "Can someone call a fucking ambulance!" He yells and that's the first time She's seen him so desperate. 

"They are on the way!" Mara exclaims, 

"Nothing's going to happen to you, sweetheart." He whispers caressing the unconscious boy's cheeks with a bloodied thumb, he grunts and lifts him up, "He's loosing way too much blood, I'm taking him to the hospital." and with that he's walking with Louis in his arms. 

"My baby, I'll make sure nothing happens to you, just don't leave my side."

*****

"What the hell did just happened! Did that mother—"

"Dad it's okay. I'm fine you should be too. Besides it's not as if we were in love or anything." 

"But he took my comp—"

"I took your company. Right in the morning Harry made me the owner instead of himself. You can check the paperwork if you want." Crystal says Coolly, now changed from her wedding dress into a casual one. "What! But how can a girl handle a company!" Her father roars and she rolls her eyes,

"Listen dad, wether you like it or not I am going to handle my company. Besides, I might be a girl but wasn't I the one who pulled your—my company from the various debts it was in? Harry did what he felt right, he knew about your stupid discriminations and Even though we didn't married he's still going to be my friend. Now if you excuse me, I didn't booked all of this for nothing." With that she turns away and out of the lounge. 

 "Oh I'm so sorry!" The brunette who's always with Louis exclaims, her hair was done beautifully and she had nice brown eyes, "It's fine...How's Louis doing?" Her doe eyes moisten, "He's got a concussion. The doctor's say he'll wake up in a day or two....I am sorry, you had to witness what happened today." Crystal smiles at her before shrugging, 

"It's okay. Had I known Harry was the ex Louis was talking about before I would've called off the wedding, god that dolt is such an asshole, I'm so going to give him a piece of mind for harassing poor Louis. He's a dead man tomorrow." She threatens and Mara giggles. 

"He's in a bad shape as well. Let's just hope they solve their issues out now."

Chapter Text

Louis woke up to the feeling of hand stroking his, he vaguely remembers what happened, His eyes fluttered open and the first thing he saw was a white ceiling, he tried to pry his hands away from Harry's who immediately looked up with wide eyes, "Baby. You're awake." He whispers as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Seconds later Louis' wrapped in a hug and the taller man is sobbing in his arms. "Thought I lost you...gave me a fucking scare. I'm never leaving your side ever."

"Is that a new promise you are going to break?" He whispers tiredly and Harry tenses before backing away, "What?" Louis laughs bitterly, his hand reaching upto the bandage around his head, "This is what it took you to get back together with me, huh Harry? All it took was my life at risk and you are already here instead of being at your wedding? Why do you care anyways? Should've let me die it's not like you loved me, that's what you said wasn't it? That you've never loved me." 

"Do not carelessly talk about dying, Louis!" He says with wide eyes and Louis just scoffs, "Let me tell you one thing, for the past seven years I've lived in agony, pure pain because of you. Last night we slept together after so many years only for you to fuck off right in the morning. What would've happened to me in the past seven years while you were not by my side Harry? Have you ever thought about it? What if I died in the past, huh what if I got into a terrible acciden—"

"That's enough! I know I am an asshole for lying to you and breaking up with you. But do not talk about yourself in a situation which I can't even think what to do if something happens to you. You don't know the reason why I left you! You don't know how painful it's for me as well to watch you from so far and do absolutely nothing about it! Do you really think it's all good and dandy to watch the love of my life crashing his head against a fucking rock which would've caused him his life!" 

"I don't know the reason because you never told me! How the fuck am I suppose to know it when you-you refuse to fucking speak to me about it. You don't know half the pain I've suffered, I watched you showing your admiration towards another right in front of my eyes! I've watched you almost wedded to someone else! I laid my heart out for you and you stepped on it every time." Louis sobs feeling angry, so much anger that his tears couldn't even stop.

 "Let me tell—"

"Louis! My goodness, darling!" Came Gloria's voice, Harry saw his mother with shocked eyes, "Weren't you in France? And couldn't attend my wedding?" He asks only to get ignored as the woman who birthed him steps across the room to hold Louis who immediately sulks in her motherly embrace. His tears wetting the silk she worn.

"My love, are you okay? I'm sorry, Lou. Does your head hurt?" She asks caressing his back, he shakes his head and sniffles, "I'm okay mom, just tell your son to get out because I can't watch his face right now." 

"But—"

"Get out Harry. Go bring us something to eat or drink. What do you want, love?" She asks to Louis who shakes his head, "I'm fine. Just bring the doctor for me." 

"How careless can you be! He just woke up and you decided to start your screaming match with him! Idiot you should've called for the doctor instead. Go Harry do it!" She says with narrow eyes and Harry nods before staring at Louis who was looking back at him, 

"He's an idiot. I swear I birthed an absolute idiot. Does your head hurt?" She asks gently and Louis shakes his head, "No, how are you, mom?" Her green eyes brighten, "Just as fine as I can be. How are you doing though? Look at those bags, make my son suffer and then end up with him alright?" She says and Louis giggles because he's missed her, even after their breakup Gloria and Louis stayed in contact because the woman refused to let go Louis because he was her son whether they broke up or not. 

 "Why didn't you came for the wedding?" But before Gloria could answer the doctor came inside, she smiled at Louis.

"Hello Louis." 

"Hello." 

"Okay so... are there any headaches except for your boyfriend because he kept pestering us to an unstoppable end?" Louis giggled along with her and shook his head, she examined him nicely before changing his wound dressing. Harry stayed at the corner biting his nails like a child. 

"Thankfully the wound isn't big so we don't have to shave your head and it should heal within a week if treated properly. Also you're quite underweight try eating proper food." Louis nodded at her. 

"What foods would you mind giving me a list? I could make him eat them all." Harry spoke making all three heads turn towards him, "I refuse. If there's a list please hand it to me." The doctor laughs and agrees to hand the list to the patient.

"Family member can fill the discharge form and Louis can go tomorrow. So who's going to fill it?" 

"Me of course. Lead the way doc." 

Once Gloria and Louis are alone, he sighs and lays down, "I wanted Harry to marry someone he loves, like you. It's not like I hate Crystal because she's a good person but I don't like him marrying someone merely out of duty. Which is why I didn't came." She shrugs and Louis looks at her.

"My son's an idiot and I know it but he loves you, Louis. He loves you the way I loved Gabriel. It's his father's death that made him the way he is but deep down he regrets everything he's done. I'm not asking you to go back to him as if nothing happened but whatever you do just stay together. Because you both are made to be." She smiles and Louis' got tears in his eyes again, 

"I know... it's just it was so painful watching him treat me like I meant nothing to him."

"Oh darling. I'm so sorry on his behalf." She whispers and Louis smiles at her, before they both could say something else Harry was already entering inside, two Starbucks in his hand and a wrapped something. 

"Here your coffee and strawberry shake for you. I also brought some cheese toast." He hands the coffee to his mum and the other item to Louis who glares at him but takes the things. 

 "Alright, I've got to leave now. You should sleep Louis, get some rest." Louis smiles at her when she leans down to peck his temple, "Stay strong. Love you." 

"Love you too." Gloria smiles softly before helping him to lay down. 

"Harry I need to speak to you. Come out." Harry without a word follows his mom outside leaving Louis all by himself. 

 Due to the medicine in his system, Louis' eyes flutter and soon he's sleeping soundly. 

*****

"Must hurt a lot." He hears in a slow deep whisper, a hand caresses his temple, the touch warm and gentle, "Should've been me instead of you." 

His lashes flutter when soft lips touch his temple, "Baby." Louis' heart shouldn't warm up but it did and he slowly opened his eyes. "You knew I was awake." He says and Harry smiles, "Guilty?" His green eyes were so soft. Their bodies still close as Harry was leaned down never stopping his ministrations on Louis' hair. 

 "Does it hurt a lot?" He asks caressing the bandage with light fingers, he brushes Louis' hair off which makes the touch deprived boy sigh and snuggles before shaking his head. "It doesn't." Harry hums and Louis does the mistake of looking up and locking eyes with Harry. 

Their breathings mingled and Louis closed his eyes, heart skyrocketing when their noses rubbed, he held his breathe and almost gave in when Harry's lips ghosted over his before turning his head as realisation struck in, "No...I-I Can't." He whispers and looks up at Harry who's got a defeated look. 

"I can't allow myself more pain, Harry. I've had enough." There's no anger in his tone just pure sadness and tiredness. The other man without any answer grabs Louis' hand instead, "I know. I won't let you go through any pain that's caused by me anymore." There's an Ernest promise in his words and Louis can't handle to look at him anymore, he tries to snatch his hand but Harry only holds it tighter. 

"When I turned eighteen I was a lost cause, a little later I found my reason in the form of blue eyes and crinkly smiles—"

"What are you—"

"I found this boy who was my personal box of happiness, I was in love with him the moment I saw him and I started this stupid creepy stalker tendencies by continuously looking out for that boy, I watched him from far, saw him smiling and being himself, I watched how much happiness he gave me just by existing. When I turned nineteen, that boy was my best friend, he didn't know I was in love with him but I think somewhere in him he did, he listened to me like no other, valued my words and always waited for me to complete unlike others. His smile is the most precious to me. When I turned twenty I had the courage to ask him out and it wasn't my courage to be honest, it was my jealous streak that had exposed my not so subtle crush. We started dating and it was everything my heart could ever ask for..."

Louis bites his lips at his ex's words. Tears blurring his vision and he sniffs before wiping it with his other hand, Harry kisses the inside of his wrist but he still refuses to look at the man scared of what he'd find. His lips were warm and it tingled where it touched.

"When I turned twenty one, I realised that I couldn't live without this boy, he was and is my everything, I loved him too much to be selfish to ask him to stay with me. So I proposed him and we got engaged. He was going to be with me until my last breathe and then when I turned twenty two I realised that no, I couldn't keep him with me. I was too involved in my own life to look that not every story Has it's happy ending and maybe our happy ending wasn't written in this lifetime because just like my ancestors I was going to die and leave him alone in this world. So I broke it up, I left my beautiful boy because I was too scared to scar him with my loss from the rest of his life. I didn't wanted him to face what my mother did, I didn't wanted to be the reason for his eternal grief, I wanted him to be happy, so happy that when my time comes he won't even remember me...."

"It was a hurtful thought but it was better than knowing that he was going to be a widower. When I turned twenty three I was alone, there was no one by my side to wake me up on my birthday with kisses that tasted like honey and felt like home..."

"Harry." Louis whispers, his eyes already weeping tears of pain as he stares at Harry who was playing with Louis' fingers, he didn't look up, 

"When I turned twenty four, I had learnt to live my life alone, but the thought of that boy still surrounded me. He was everywhere even when he wasn't... I locked the place that was once our home. Left it abandoned like my soul. When I turned twenty five I realised that I need to get a partner. Someone who won't love me like my boy did, someone who I won't love like I did to him. Someone who will only be there for name sake and give me an heir that'll rule after me. I was busy finding someone like that until I turned twenty six, I found Crystal, she had blue eyes and a stature similar to that of my precious love, though her eyes didn't felt like home and she didn't smelt like peaches and vanilla, she was a nice girl with a personality that was nice as well..."

"Stop... please stop." Louis whispers reaching out to grab Harry's face, "You don't have to say anymore—"

"And now when I'm almost thirty, I'm asking for that boy to love me again. To forgive me and spend whatever time I have left by my side. Call me selfish and stupid because I've-We've lost too many years because of my cowardice. I'm not asking you to forget all my doings just stay mad at me but be right beside me. That's all I want. Consider it as a last wish?" He asks smiling and Louis just sobs. 

"Take your time... but not much. Because I've never stopped loving you. And I did lie." 

******

Louis couldn't sleep. After Harry's confession all he could think about was his words. His heart was aching with the need to comfort but Harry was nowhere near him. 

He bit his lips before walking out of his hospital room. The white plain walls were suffocating him. Maybe a walk would help. After dinner Harry hadn't returned back, he was giving Louis the space that Louis didn't asked for.

The night sky was darker and the wind cold, Louis huffed as he walked to nowhere. Somehow he had ended in a park. His thoughts digging deeper and deeper.

Louis was mad, obviously he was mad, but was it worth it? Was the anger worth than Harry's life? Would it be too difficult to spend whatever four or five years he has with him? 

 Harry was going to die and instead of saying this seven years ago, he said this now, Had Louis known he would've never left his side. Louis was going to be alone forever, there'd be no green eyes and soft curly hair with him. Maybe Harry was right, their distance had made Louis accustomed to it but...but to think that he'd never really have the only man his heart's ever belonged to was making him feel emotions he could never really explain.

He looked up when fat drops fell on him, in seconds Louis was drenched. 

The rain didn't even fazed him as he stood up from the bench he was sitting at, the world was just blank for Louis as the news of his lover dying was too hard to even digest. This all felt like a bad nightmare which Louis wanted to be out from as soon as possible. 

"First you took my parents and now Harry? Am-Am I that bad! Don't I deserve love?" He asks looking at the sky, because whoever was up there did really fucked up while writing Louis' destiny, "All I've ever done in my life is good. I've never mistreated anyone so why all of this pain and suffering to me? Why?" He asks and a rumble of thunder echoes. 

"If this is a test, I failed. And it's all because you went too hard on me. Even I know I don't deserve this." A sob leaves his mouth and he doesn't know what's tear and what's rain anymore.

"Bet you're laughing up there on my misery. It's good continue doing it. But I'm never leaving Harry. If he dies I die too." To anyone outside they would think Louis' crazy and at this point even he thinks himself as a crazy maniac. 

"I hate you." He whispers brokenly. The rain heavier than before. With dazed steps Louis walked from where he came, 

As if his heart whispered who was in front of him he looked up to find an equally drenched Harry staring right back at him, the streets light were dimmer and there was no other presence beside them as they continued staring at each other, 

All of this looked like a bad cliché movie but unlike them this didn't had the happy ending but whatever it was Louis was going to make the most out of it and so with that thought he strolled until he was near Harry. 

 Another strike of thunder and Louis was hugging him. Harry didn't hesitate before wrapping his arms around Louis and Louis sighed in his hold. he snuggled in the cold drenched material of Harry's shirt absorbing the heat that came from him. Harry cuddled in him, digging his nose in Louis' neck, embracing him tighter. 

"You and me are going to be with each other till the end. I don't know how and why but I have a feeling that we both are staying together until my last breathe. You're not dying so soon so shut up." He mumbles and Harry laughs in his neck.

"Baby—"

"And whoever says to you that you need to act on the way how you think is an idiot because, I didn't asked for any space, you just make up things by your own and leave me....always." He whispers but Harry hears him, he pulls away from the hug and gently tips his head up so that their eyes stay connected.

"I won't assume things anymore." He says and wipes the tears on Louis' face along with the water from the rain, 

"Gonna kiss me anytime soon Harold?" He asks and Harry laughs before leaning down so that their lips meet. 

"And to answer your previous statement which was very wrong, I'm never going to forget you. Never." 

And Harry thinks that he won't mind even if he's dead tomorrow because he's happy and with his boy. That's all he's ever wanted. 

Little does he knows the boy in his arms feel the same as well. 

Chapter Text

"Okay who the fuck do you think you are? First off you come here when you're the least wanted person and Harry Styles you better watch your back because I'm not backing off this time. You may get out now because I've got to meet my best friend."

"Look all I'm saying is Louis needs the sleep, we've got—"

"Nuh uh get the hell out of here. I hope you didn't defiled my best friend. Because if you did I'm reporting you." Louis rolls his eyes at Zayn's words. 

"Hey—"

"Zayn." He sighs loudly and moments later three people are dashing inside, "Liam don't let him come near Louis because if he does I'm killing him. Oh my Lou." The brown haired boy says Louis smiles in his shoulder and looks at Harry who's eyeing him desperately while Liam guards him. 

"I'm sorry I couldn't come yesterday, Liam can't do one thing right—"

"It was the turbulence for gods sake!"

"Yeah as I was saying utterly useless, why did I married that man? Anyways how are you feeling?" He asks softly and Louis smiles, "I'm good. Just had a clumsy fall nothing big." 

"What do you mean it's just a clumsy fall? You hurt your head. You're already so fragile. God my heart aches." Louis giggles at his best friend's dramatics, 

"Lou, I think—"

"Um excuse me? Who gave you the right to call him Lou?" Zayn asks glaring daggers at Harry who physically cowers and behind him even Liam flinches, "Alright. No fighting. What were you saying Haz?" 

"Alright fill me the fuck up because why are you calling a married man a nickname so lovingly?" 

"I'm not married."

"Says the man who was almost married shut up I'm speaking with Louis." 

"But Louis agreed to speak with me." 

"What are you? A kid? Sorry boy, your favourite teacher's busy with someone else." 

"Listen Zayn I've had enough—"

"Both of you shut up! Jesus Christ, Louis' already got a head injury y'all are just adding more to to it." Liam bellows silencing them both, Zayn glares at Harry and Harry does the same. 

"I love you Liam, and Zayn might regret his decision of marrying you but I don't." Louis chimes winking at the bluff man who smirks, "You're sleeping on the couch tonight." Zayn says smiling sweetly and Liam's face falls,

"That's what I thought."

"Now May I speak to him, Zayn?" Harry asks and Louis guffaws, Zayn simply shrugs, "Meh. As long as I'm here and you both are surrounded." 

"Hey!" Louis squawks, a hint of red on his cheeks at the insinuation, "Anyways, Louis when would you like to leave for LA because I've got to inform my pilot." 

"Look at him bragging his money like a brat." Zayn mumbles looking at his nails, they both ignore him and Louis shrugs, "Let's leave after my discharge. I can't stay here anymore." He says and Harry smiles. 

"Okay baby." Zayn's head snaps faster than anything and Louis' really praying for Harry's life right now, "You both are not getting back together because I don't trust an asshole like you with my Louis again. If I see one more tear in his eyes because of you I'm going to chop your dick off." He growls and Liam's already next to Zayn.

"I understand you don't trust me but you—" 

"Mr.Tomlinson your discharge papers are ready, Mr.Styles please fill them." A nurse says and they all stare at her, "Yeah okay." And with that Harry's following her out. 

"Baby? As if he's got a right. Lou, you're not planning on getting back together with him are you?" Louis sheepishly smiles, "Actually—"

"Ugh Zayn, babe. Let's got eat, you haven't had anything since an hour or two. I'm sure Louis and Harry will meet us at the airport. Won't y'all?"

"Oh definitely." 

"But we can't leave them alone! I don't trust that man—"

"Alright yup here we go. Bye Lou! Meet us at the airport." And then Liam's carrying a grumbling Zayn out.

Louis sighs and decides to take a shower instead. Since the dressing was fresh, he only had to wash his body which didn't take much time.

By the time he was done Harry was already on the phone with someone. "He's doing fine. Yeah I'm taking him back home. Yes ma'am. Alright I've gotta go, he's here." 

Louis smiled shyly when Harry gave him a once over, Louis strode over to him nuzzling in his chest. Harry kissed his hair which made him scrunch his nose, "Haven't showered yet." Harry smiles making Louis' fingers find a way to poke at his dimples. "Still smell amazing." He puts his phone back in his pocket before properly holding Louis by his waist. 

"Zayn hates me." 

"Well no shit. He's not going to let you date me easily. He's got a bit protective streak over me." Louis admits while Harry pushes his hair back, "Bit is an understatement.... Anyways I'm glad you were with him all these years. Got someone to look after you." He says and Louis pulls him down to kiss him.

Their lips moving in a perfect sync, Louis gasped when Harry slid his tongue inside, The taller man pulling him closer as they kissed, Harry's teeth biting Louis' bottom lip and if not for them leaving he would've asked for more.

When they pulled apart there was a smirk on Harry's lip who rubs his thumb on the side of his boy's mouth wiping the spit over there, "Didn't I satisfied you last night enough with my kisses?" Louis whined and hid his face in Harry's neck.

"We only kissed and then you made me take a medicine for cold which had sedatives in them." 

"I'm sorry my love but I had to give you those. Or else besides a head injury you would've sported a cold too. And we both know how pleasant of a company you are during cold." Louis hissed and punched the dolt in front of him, "I'm going to complain Zayn about you kissing me without my permission just wait and see." 

"Oh not Zayn... anyone but him." Louis simply laughs.

******

"You're coming with us. I'm going to take care of that injury you had and I'm not risking you being alone for even a week." Zayn announces sitting in between Harry and Louis, Louis sighs and looks up at him.

"Do I have a say in this?" 

"No." 

"Well then. I'm staying with you." It wasn't like Zayn's house was small, it was the homely country side place you always see in those high class movies. Louis' spent way too many days in their guest room to even call it a guest room. 

"Good. And I'm not allowing you leech anywhere near my home and my Louis." 

"Zayn, let me talk at least—"

"Funny coming from a guy who kept his ex fiancé in a mystery since almost eight years. No talking, boy." Louis sympathetically stares at Harry who's eyes are a dull green. 

He's going to have a talk with Zayn soon.

******

So as expected Harry's not to meet with Louis, they can only chat via text and that too at a certain time limit and Louis feels every bit of a child who's being monitored way too much.

"Zayn, he's asked for my forgiveness. And I forgave him. Why is it so hard for you?" 

"Because I've seen you in states I never wish to." Zayn replies scrolling through his work phone, Louis pouts, 

"But I'm a grown man I can take care of myself." 

"I just did your laundry... if you're so grown do it yourself next time. Did Harry and you sleep together?" He asks finally staring at Louis' blue eyes.

The latter's ears turn red and he fiddles with his fingers, "Would it be bad if I said yes?" 

"No..." Louis sighs in relief, 

"It'll be worse. What were you thinking when you slept with that asshole?" He demands with narrowed brown eyes, 

"You see I wasn't thinking at all... I mean it was his bachelor party and I was all sad and drunk—"

"Wait so that motherfucker took advantage of you in your drunk state I'm gonna fuck—"

"Hey he didn't took advantage of me instead saved me the embarrassment of throwing up in front of people and then we were alone one thing led to another.." he shrugs and Zayn sighs before pinching his nose,

"You know, Louis. When I first helped you with your panic attack what was my first thought?" Louis shakes his head.

"My first thought was I'm going to kill Harry the next time I see him and I swear I would've if not for that asshole who I call my husband. You don't deserve what you went through. He just left for probably some stupid reason—"

"His reason isn't stupid. It's-it's reasonable." He mumbles and Zayn quirks a brow, "Is it now? What is it? Is he dying or something?" Louis bites his lip as he flinches, he was successfully avoiding that word because it brought him back to his pain. 

"Louis..."

"Yeah. Which is why just don't be hard on him." 

"Well he's allowed to meet you but no sex for another week. Not until you're at my place." 

"Ah thank you, Zee!" 

"Geez get off me." 

******

 Harry arrives the minute Louis informs him about Zayn's approval regarding their meets. He knocks on the door and isn't shock when Zayn opens it, a nonchalant look on his face as he stares at Harry, 

"Styles. Man to man, you hurt him again imma cut your dick and feed it to you. No matter if you're dying or anything. Alright?" 

"Yes I won't." 

"Good. Now—"

"Now you need to go away because I need to speak to him!" Louis whines and pulls the thinner man by his arm, "Yeah yeah Hey Styles you still cannot enter my house stay outside and talk. But that doesn't mean I'm not watching you." 

When the door shuts Harry frowns because there's no Louis, he plays with the rings on his fingers until the door creaks open and Louis' coming out, the beautiful boy was dressed in sweats and leggings looking pretty with his hair down, "Hi." He mumbled shyly with pink cheeks. 

"Hi yourself. Are you quite sure Zayn isn't your mother?" Louis giggles and sweeps his fringe delicately from his forehead, "He's my best friend or more like an elder brother. How are you, Harry?" He asks stepping closer and Harry smiles leaning down to kiss his temple.

"Perfect now that I've got my beautiful peach over here. And how's my princess doing? How Is the wound?" Louis huffs when Harry messes with his hair, "Its fine. Doesn't hurt much. I can show you by banging my head if you want." Harry laughs at the words. 

"I'd rather you not. Let's go over there, I feel Like Zayn's going to burn my head if I stand here any longer." Louis' giggles are like balm over his soul, his heart flutters and fuck has he missed all of this? 

 "What are you—" Harry silences Louis who was pushed against a wall by a finger on the soft boy's lips. His hand was securing the back of his delicate boy's head, "Shh I've missed you." He admits and then leans down to capture honey like lips with his Own. Louis moans and instantly wraps his hands around Harry's neck kissing him back.

"Hey we can't.... What if Zayn sees—"

"Fuck Zayn." Harry growls pinning him further more as he swallowed the whimpers from Louis' mouth, small hands push at his chest,

"No thanks... it's only Fuck Louis to you from now." Louis grunts biting Harry's lip, earning a sexy groan from the man.

Since that night they hadn't had much action and to say they both were dying for it would be a lie. 

 Louis ran his hands through the soft curls sighing against Harry's mouth who's stubble burnt his cheeks, he moaned softly when Harry sucked his bottom lip dragging it down, "I've missed you as well." He gasps out when they pull apart, Harry intensely stares at him and then they are kissing again. Lips lapping against lips, tongue tangling against Tongue. 

Louis moaned and his other hand that wasn't digging in Harry's hair was fisted against the latter's shirt, pulling him closer because the space wasn't enough, Harry's Hand on the other side was one placed over his waist the other holding Louis' jaw as he slid their lips together.

Soon enough his hands slid down to pick Louis up, the shorter boy wrapping his legs around Harry's waist. 

 "Baby." He whispered rubbing his darling boy's lips, coating it with their shared saliva, "Mhmm." The boy mumbled dazedly, "What do you want?" He asks nosing the beautiful neck of his love.

"Want to continue kissing you like this." Louis mutters tugging the strands of Harry's hair tighter when the man skims his teeth along the sensitive flesh of his neck. "Yeah.... What about Zayn?" 

"Fuck Zayn." He whines and Harry chuckles, "No thanks... it's fuck Harry from now on for you." 

"Ugh Harry I'll slap your balls if you continue teasing me." 

"Okay okay... I'm sorry. What do you want me to do though?" 

"Alright... we've got to sneak you in. I'll throw a ladder through my room and you can enter then alright?" Harry hums kissing his cheeks, "This feels like that time when you sneaked me in your dorm at two." 

"I knew I was getting déjà vu anyways, I better hurry up inside. Put me down , Hazza." Harry whines, "But I wanna hold you like this." 

"If you want to get a nice blowie you better put me down." 

"Fine." Defeating, he puts him on the ground and they kiss again, "Go now or Zayn will hunt me down." Louis rolls his eyes and turns to leave but comes back to peck Harry's lips, "Be careful alright."

"Yes baby. I will."

*****

Louis enters inside to find a mom like Zayn staring at him, "Soo?" He asks and Louis shrugs, "Nothing happened we just talked and now he's leaving. I'm going to retire to my bed. I already ate what I had to."

"Oh shut up, something did happen. You're avoiding eye contact with me. Did he do anything? Fuck I knew I shouldn't have trusted that guy, god Imma kill that asshole." Zayn blubbers as he follows Louis to his room, "Zaynie. Nothing happened. I promise, he didn't do anything bad. Now I'm having telltale sign of headache so can I go?"

"Yeah sure just don't forget to take your meds. Goodnight." 

"Goodnight." And with that Louis shuts his door, he sighs and walks to the balcony to remove the ladder that always stayed there only to find Harry staring at him, "Hello there gorgeous." 

"Harry!" He squawks immediately hitting the man's chest, "Oww! Is that a new way to treat the love of your life?"  

"Shut up you idiot! Why'd you climb up with the pipes! You don't know how dangerous it is! What if the pipe broke! Or god forbid your foot slipped...mmmpphh." He was silenced with Harry's lips fervent on his own. 

"Fuck the way your strict tone turns me on." 

"Dumb man." Louis mutters before pulling him down so that their mouths connect again. 

 Louis' back in his arms as Harry walks them to the bed, "We've gotta be silent." He pants against Harry's mouth who smirks, "I think we both know who's the loud one, my love." 

 Louis glares at him but gets laid on the bed with Harry hovering above him, mouths still connected. "Hazza, I wanna be on top."

"Sure baby." He mumbles and turns them over so that Louis' straddling him, their clothes come off layer by layer, Louis bites Harry's bottom lip caressing the hard muscle underneath him with soft hands. 

 When they both were completely naked, Louis grab hold of Harry's thick cock, now that he was completely sober he was able to admire his strong body. He looked down and rubbed the tip with a thin finger, "Nuh uh hands off the merchandise sir." He says shaking his head when Harry's hand creeps on his behind.

"Got to admire this first. How is your cock so big?" He asks putting on his innocent act as he touches the nerves on Harry's dick making him flinch at the touch, when his length twitches Louis giggles, "It's going to split me apart. But I bet you like that. D'you want it?" He asks and Harry groans because Louis' now softly pecking the tip of Harry's cock. 

"Hmm taste nice too. Mine is so small." He whispers reaching out to hold both their penises in his hand, it was difficult what with Harry so thick and Louis being small and slender, Harry smirked, "Want some help, baby?" Louis pouts and nods.

"Want to get off." He leans down to kiss Harry, his tongue sliding inside as he explores his lover's hot mouth, Louis whimpers when Harry starts stroking them both, "Greedy little kitten." 

"Hazza." He pants looking down to see the view, his toes curl at how hot he feels and how turned on he is, 

"No...No marks.... Don't wanna...ah Harry... Zayn's going to be mad. Please." He gasps clutching the taller man's hair to his neck, "But I wanna mark you up." Harry grumbles lapping his tongue over Louis' throat. 

Louis bucks his hips when Harry's thumb rubs the tip of his cock, pressing his fingernails lightly over the sensitive area, "Harry." He cries out the moment wet warmth of Harry's mouth surrounds his nipples, the man holding him tight as he sucks harshly. Louis' toe curls and throwing his head back he shudders and comes. 

 "Greedy boy, came without me. Turn over." Harry says squeezing his ass and making him whine, "What?" 

"Baby, there's no dick in you yet you've become so dumb." Harry says rubbing his dry hole with wet fingers, Louis whimpers when the man pushes a little, "Turn around on your fours. I'm not gonna fuck you today. Because when I do I need you to say me exactly how good I'm fucking you. So go ahead be a good boy, my love." Louis nods and does as he's ordered. 

 He bites his lips the aftermath of his orgasm still tingling his senses when Harry kisses his buttcheeks, "Tighten your thighs alright, darling." 

"What will we do?" He asks and Harry squeezes his ass, "You'll stay right here while I fuck your thighs, okay? But first I need to lube your thighs. Do we have any with us?" 

"I'm at my best friend's house Harry. Should I go ask Zayn if he's got some?" He sasses only to hear a fond chuckle against his own neck, Harry bites the skin, "Alright then do not complain to me afterwards." 

With that he's pushing his length between Louis' thighs, The shorter boy gasps at the sensation and tightens it further hearing a groan in response. An arm wraps around his waist and he turns his head to kiss Harry who starts thrusting simultaneously.

His thighs quiver as Harry's thrust increases and he can feel the burn in them, "Baby." Harry pants against his mouth and he whimpers loudly when Harry's free hand wraps around his cock. "Cum with me sweetheart."

As said they both ride their highs together except Harry turns him around and spills all over Louis' tummy. "Can't wait to feel your cunt." 

"Hazza.... Kiss." He demands tiredly and his man leans down to obey it, they idly kiss when Harry picks him up and lays him over the pillow, they share small kisses. Harry smiles down at his beautiful boy who snuggles closer to him. 

He leans to kiss the ring on Louis' neck. "Always belonged to you just like my heart." 

"I do. I belong to you just like how you belong to me." They lay some more when,

"I've got to go, my darling." He informs and Louis whines, "No don't leave yet." 

"Baby, I don't want to but I have to you know. I'm sorry, my love." 

Louis ignores him and instead holds the comforter closer to him facing the other side, "Sweetheart." Harry calls only to be ignored, "My love." 

"Darling." Louis huffs when Harry calls him various other names, "I love you." And that's when Louis looks at him, "What?"

"I love you and I missed you, this past week I was going crazy because I couldn't see you. It's hard for me as well but if Zayn learns I'm here god knows what he'll do and I'm really not keen on missing you anymore." 

 "You're really this scared of Zayn?" He asks and Harry smiles softly shaking his head, he traces the freckles on his boy's cheeks with a gentle thumb, "I'm scared of loosing you again." Louis instead comes forward and kiss Harry.

"Lou you won't believe what that— oh." And they both hadn't really expected Zayn to barge like that inside did they?

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"So you're now a housewife?" 

"You say it as if it's an insult! Jesus Zayn, he's my husband of course I'm his housewife. It's been six months already. Forgive him now."

"Even if it's six years I won't. Now hang up coz I've got to attend my husband. Goodnight." 

"Yeah yeah Goodnight." He huffs when the phone beeps and tightens the robe he was wearing. Louis smiled at the vegetables in his pan, they were the exact colour that Harry loves. His eyes falling on the ring he had on, it shone brighter than anything and it was the same one that belonged to Harry's grandmother. 

 "Mhmm smells delicious, looks delicious as well." A deep voice murmurs in his ear as arms wrap around his waist, a strong chest meeting his back, "Does it now?" He asks and feels a soft kiss on his neck, "It does. Now show me your face." Louis giggles and turns to look at his husband. 

"Hi." He whispers shyly, "Beautiful." Is what he receives and Louis' fringe is moved away from his forehead, "So so beautiful and perfect." 

"And all yours. Now gimme a kiss." Harry laughs and leans to kiss him, they both sigh in it and Louis crosses his arms around his neck, he digs his fingers in Harry's soft curls, "I'll give you a thousand more kisses if you show me what's underneath this, peach." Harry husks out rubbing the satin bow, Louis bites his lip eyeing him with mischief.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Harry growls playfully squeezing his hips, "Are you teasing me?" 

"No, I'm telling you to back away so we can eat...."

"But I'd rather eat you." 

"Okay Harold enough. First food and then anything else." He says turning away. His husband groans, "You're wearing lace aren't you?" 

"Ain't Gonna open up the surprise. Help me with the plates, Haz." He says sweetly and Harry hums, "What did do you made for dinner anyways?" 

"Why are you full with questions today?" And then he gasps right after because Harry jerks open his robe, "You do know I love you in a lingerie. So let me at least feast on you with my eyes till I get my hands on you."

 "You're cruel." Louis says but proceeds to put the dishes on the table, he might not admit it but he definitely sways his hips more than necessary, arching his back when he looks at Harry eyeing the bra latched on his chest, it was something Louis has always found himself comfortable with. It was that open feminine part of him which he's always loved to embrace. 

Louis remembers Harry's expression for the first time when he saw the lingerie on Louis' body. It was obviously unforgettable because Louis had came too many times that night to the point where he literally collapsed. It wasn't the first time he collapsed though but definitely unforgettable so. 

"Like what you see Mr.Styles?" He asks smirking seductively as he sees Harry's eyes darkening, the man's Adam's apple bobs as he licks his lips looking every bit of a predator with his stalking towards Louis. 

"I thought you said we had to eat first." He growls gripping Louis' throat and pulling him up so that their breaths mingled, Louis whimpers when Harry's warm hand snakes to hold his waist, the contrast of cold rings making him shiver. "I mean..." he starts coyly only to gasp when Harry bites his neck harshly, his hands coming to grasp The curly hair. "You love to tease me so much, don't you baby? You just want me to make you a filthy mess Is all you want." 

"Okay alright stop.... Haz you didn't ate anything the whole day let's eat first. I was just kidding." He squeals and Harry grunts in his neck, "No. you've awaken the beast I'm gonna eat you now." He growls and Louis giggles at the way he deepen his voice.

"Alright beast. 'arry." He whines and his husband sighs, "Okay fine! Let's eat and I'm not leaving you till tomorrow. It's the weekend and I'm going to make the most out of it with my wife." And oh the shudders. Louis nods and makes a move to get away when Harry clasps his wrist. 

"I'll feed you yeah." Louis rolls his eyes and leans to capture his husband's lips, "Sure my caveman." Harry rubs his knuckle on Louis' cheeks with a soft Proud smile, 

The green eyed man sits on the chair first before pulling Louis on his lap, who sprawls comfortably on top as he starts filling their plate. He smiles when Harry feeds him small bites, "How's it?" He asks and Harry hums, "Everything's extremely delicious but something's lacking." Louis pouts and looks behind,

"What?" 

"I want to eat something more delicious which is on my lap." Harry shrugs before putting a spoonful of rice in Louis' mouth who gapes. " 'arry you idiot! You wanna choke me or something?" 

"I mean we could try that tonight." 

"Hazza!" He whines and Harry laughs, "Okay okay sorry. Let's get your tummy filled baby, you're gonna need so much energy today." 

"I need that energy almost every day." He huffs and Harry caresses the soft skin of his exposed tummy which was now getting slightly swollen, "I love taking care of you, sweetheart." He whispers and Louis purrs lolling his head back so that Harry's thigh rubbed his pant cladded front. "I love you." Louis says and Harry leans to capture his lips, "I love you more."

 They eat their dessert sharing kisses in between, the moment dirty dishes are inside the dishwasher Louis' being picked up, his robe thrown around somewhere as Harry walks them to their room. Mouths connected and Louis ruts his hard length against Harry's abdomen hissing at the sensation of lace panties scraping his sensitive area.

"How I got so lucky is beyond my thinking. You're so beautiful Princess." He murmurs mouthing the heated skin of Louis' neck before trailing his utterly sinful lips down to Louis' bra, he pulls one cup down and immediately laps his tongue over the nub making Louis gasp loudly and pull the strands of curly hair.

 "Ah ah slower... 'arry it-it hurts." he cries tears gathering around because of the sharpness of teeth on his extra sensitive nipples, Harry immediately looks up a concerned look on his face as he cups his boy's face, "What is the matter?" he ask as Louis continues to sniff, "Don't know but...but when you bite like this it hurts...a lot." Louis whispers and Harry frowns looking every bit of a frog and it's so endearing.

 "I thought you liked it when I bite them—"

"I do! I love it actually but nowadays my nipples are extra sensitive. Don't know why....my stomach aches as well." 

"Let's go to the doctor right—"

"I'm fine! It happens sometimes not always. Come over here and kiss me, Haz." He says.

"But your stomach's aching and your nipples are swollen, does anything else hurts?" 

"My heart because you're not kissing your wife." He pouts and Harry sighs, "I'm just worried." 

"I know darling, but I'm fine they are just mild aches god why did I told you?" 

"We're leaving for the doctor first thing in the morning." 

"Yeah yeah now can we please continue.... Also uh can...can you suck them. Not harshly but like uh mildly?" He asks fiddling with his fingers and Harry's heart blooms at the cute act.

 He leans to kiss his boy, "Yes baby... I'll do whatever you want." Louis smiles beautifully and fuck Harry's one lucky bastard.

 Harry lightly runs a thumb over the swollen red tip, indeed Harry hasn't noticed it before but they were quite puffy, he gently removed the other cup careful to not scrape the material on Louis' skin before throwing the bra down. He kiss both peaks and looks up to find Louis biting his lip as they both intensely stare each other. Harry still not breaking the eye contact takes one perky tip in his mouth noticing how dark Louis' cheeks get as his lashes flutter.

He swirls his tongue sucking gently as he rubs the other tender tip, he pins his hips down more when Louis starts to rut against him, "my beautiful Baby honey." He whispers mouth various marks over the golden skin of his lover. 

 As gentle as ever he removes his pantie sliding it off the toned legs before bringing the calf to his mouth, he kisses there and presses his thumb in his boy's inner thigh, "Gonna eat you, 'Kay?" He asks and Louis nods his tiny hands scrunching the sheets adorably when Harry licks a fat stripe of his inner thigh quite closely to his pretty cock. 

 He tilts his hips and puts both Of Louis' legs on his shoulder before digging his face in the crevice. He eats Louis enough for him to be loose and coming with a beautiful cry. 

 While their tongues meet and Louis' tasting himself his nimble fingers work their way on Harry's shirt, he touches the tattooed skin gasping when Harry bites his neck and licks his collarbone. 

"Harry...Harry get in me... fill me up." He pants and Harry bites harshly on his neck before rubbing his fingers against Louis' wet taint, "God baby you're so wet for me aren't you?" He presses a finger inside and Louis gasps, "Yes yes I'm loose...just put your cock in me." He cries out and Harry chuckles before kissing his lips and then undoing his pants. 

 He peppers kisses all over Louis' face before rubbing his cock against Louis' hole, When their bodies finally connect Their mouths are already attached. Not kissing just panting, "Hah ah...Nghh Ha-Harry.... Faster fuck me faster and harder. Give me." Louis screams nails scratching Harry's back. The man groans yanking Louis' hair to mash their lips in a fierce kiss. His hips snapping fast enough for their bed to shake and hit the wall each time. Louis shuddered and came letting himself go pliant as Harry continues to explore his mouth while he chases his own orgasm. 

 But since he was known to be more stronger than them he wasn't likely to come this soon, so he flipped Louis over bringing his back to his chest, he gripped the smaller whimper-y boy by his throat, "Ah Harry it hurts.... Slower." He whimpers and Harry smirks, "Does it now? Then why are you wet again? Look at your tiny cock baby it's all erect and wet." He purrs flicking at Louis' bobbing cock with his fingers and the boy curls inwardly, "Ah Ah Ha-Harry more." He whines. 

 "Thought you wanted slower?" Harry asks and Louis cries when the man grips his throat tighter before throwing him face down on the pillow, he slides his hand in Louis' hair holding him down and pushing him as he pounds rapidly. The feeling of Louis' skin getting marked up making him more feral.

"God you bruise like a goddamn peach." He groans squeezing The boy's jiggling ass, he watches the way the pale skin turns cherry red and Harry can't help but smack it, he smirks and fucks faster. 

 "My own fucking peach is what you are, taste like one too. Fuck sweetheart, you feel so good. All tight and wet getting fucked by me." Louis only whimpers and Harry peeks to see the boy's got tears sliding down his face, doing him a little mercy Harry slides his hand under them to grab his cock. 

"No...No...." Louis says turning around to face Harry, "Yeah baby?" 

"Don't touch...I-uh wanna come untouch." Harry laughs and kisses his hair, "Alright baby. But would it be okay for you?" Louis only snuggles in Harry's palm. 

"Love you." He mumbles and Harry can only laugh because of his boy's adorable behaviour, "I love you too baby but that wasn't what I asked you know." Louis huffs, "I can do it." 

 "If it's too much you can tap my arm okay?"

"Yeah okay now just fuck me." He grunts pushing his hips behind, Harry huffs a chuckle before continuing with his thrust, He groans when Louis squeezes him tighter, "Gonna cum with me sweetheart. Give it to your daddy like a good boy?" He hoarsely ask feeling the delicious way his boy shudders underneath him, "Yes yes ah Daddy I'm gonna cum." Harry bandages an arm around his midriff pulling him until they are back to chest. He feels the bulge on Louis' belly each time he fucks inside him.

"What do you want sweetheart?" He asks or more like growls, "Fill me up.... Put babies in me." And that's what freezes Harry, babies? It's not like Harry's not imagined the inclusion of babies in their life, obviously it's his dream to watch a pregnant Louis roaming their home with his tiny bare feet. But hearing Louis say it makes him feel a certain emotion which he can't place. He grips his boy tighter who hasn't notice his inner turmoil and just thrusts until they both are riding their highs together.

 He doesn't pull out when they spoon just continues to caress Louis' cum filled belly, "I love you, baby." He whispers hearing a soft sigh from his lover, "I love you more." Harry smiles and turns him over so that their lips could meet while Louis stays on top. They both languidly kiss, Louis pushes Harry's hair away from his face peppering kisses all over his face.

"Seriously.... I'm innocently pecking you all over and you're already hard?" Louis giggles kissing the tip of Harry's nose who chuckles as well, "You're on top of me do not blame." 

"Fine fine I'm going to ride this dick yeah." He whispers bending to kiss Harry's lips as he wiggles his hips, "Mmmhh daddy your stubble prickles me." He whines and Harry can't help but laugh.

His laugh though cut shorts when Louis digs his finger in his pec to raise himself before slamming down, they both simultaneously moan at that and it's no sooner than Louis' riding him like a pro.

 He gasps but doesn't break the eye contact, "You lovin' this darling? How does it feel when I suck your cock in my tight pussy? Cmon Harry say it." He says rubbing his own nipples, Harry groans and squeezes his boy's asscheeks.

"Fuckin' love it, god you're so fucking tight." He thrust his own hips upwardly, "Ah uh god H you're in here. Filling me up and marking me. Love you." He whimpers and falls easily on top of Harry's chest as he splutters cum all over.

Harry burrows his own face in Louis' hair before filling the boy again. When he makes a move to remove himself Louis tightens his tiny fingers around Harry's bicep,

"No...stay inside. Want to keep you warm." And that warms his heart as well, he holds his boy tighter than anything before giving him a meaningful kiss, "It's been eleven years already stop being so obsessed."

"You love me being obsess with you." Harry says and Louis sighs as if it's the most hard thing, "Yeah poor me." Harry barks a laugh before squeezing the tiny boy's waist who giggles loudly.

 "No tickling." He huffs and pouts making Harry kiss the pout away. 

"Okay round three?" Louis squeals and hits Harry who rubs the area where they are joint, it was wet what with all Harry's cum trickling down his asshole. "No shower. I'm all sticky." 

And when they have round three in the shower and some more rounds until the sun's up no one has to know.

*****

"Mmhhm pick up your phone, 'arry." He mumbles when Harry refuses to leave him, turning off the stove he shoves his husband slightly, "You can kiss me all you want but that phone of yours keep buzzing pick it up." Harry grunts but kisses Louis once more before fishing out his phone.

 "Hello." Harry says but doesn't looks away from Louis with lustful gaze, the shorter of them blushing and turning away, Harry smirks and rubs the exposed bum,

"Hello. Is this Mr.Harry Styles speaking?" 

"Yeah this is him." 

"Oh I'm doctor Joshi. A few days ago your full body examination was done under my sister's supervision and when compared to your father's examination we found out that the fatal gene that was in your father's body and before him was removed from your body the moment you were born. Your father had asked us to keep it away from your mother and you but seeing as you came here I think you need to know this." 

"What?" He gapes with wide eyes and Louis' eyes are instantly at him, they are filled with worry. 

"Yeah I know you Harry, your dad was an acquaintance of mine. I spoke with your mother and now she knows this too, so the fatal gene was completely destroyed because of your father. He didn't wanted to pass this to his next generation." The doctor on the other end completes and Harry's gone blank at this.

"Oh okay... thank you." With that he hangs up and sits on the nearest surface, his heart beating loudly and anger filling him.

 "Haz...Darling what's wrong?" Louis' soft voice calls and Harry looks up at him, god Harry doesn't deserve him. Still he beckons him to come closer until Louis' sitting on his lap. "What's the matter?" He asks gentle as ever and Harry bites his lip,

"I'm not dying. It was the doctor who knew my dad his acquaintance or something. They-They removed the faulty gene from me when I was born." He says hollowed and Louis frowns before wiping the tear that fell on Harry's cheek.

"Isn't it a good news that we get to have our entire life ahead of us so why are you sad?" He asks and Harry chuckles bitterly, "I don't know maybe because of this delayed news I hurt you? I put both of us in so much anguish for something that wasn't even going to happen. I-Loosing you made me wish I was dead already, Louis." He says and now Louis' got tears as well. "Don't say that. The past is past all that matters now is we've got each other together and until we are old and gray." 

He wipes the tears off his boy's face softly, "Why are you crying?" He ask with a small chuckle, "Because you are crying." Louis connects their foreheads together, "I'm nothing without you. If something happens to you just so you know I'm never going to be the same." He completes and Harry's heart was already on the verge to bust so he lets it. He hugs his boy and they both cry.

"Our baby's lucky." Louis mumbles, biting his lip when Harry stares at him, the shorter of them bringing his hand to rest on his tummy, "Say hello." 

"You're pregnant!" Harry says with wide eyes and Louis sniffs but giggles, "You're going to become a dad." 

"I'm going to be a dad. And you'll be a mom." He whispers in awe staring down at Louis' tummy, Harry pulls Louis and hugs him tighter burrowing his nose in the peach scented boy's shoulder, he sobs and Louis giggles.

"Are you really crying right now?" 

"Shut up." Louis giggles but let's his husband cry on his shoulder. He presses his nose in Harry's neck willing his tears to stay in control.

*****

"Harry... the kids are here." Louis says with a hitched breathing Harry's hand moving inside his tee shirt . "They are on the other side. I'm sorry." 

"For what?"

"For not picking your call on time. Know I angered you. And I'm really so sorry for that." Louis sighs and slumps down on his husband's chest, "I know you're sorry but I don't like it when you forget about eating while you work. I'm not angry now that you've apologised so don't-uh- touch my nipples." He moans slowly at the end when Harry rubs the perky nips. 

"It's been so long since I've devoured you properly. Let—"

"Momma! Momma! Nini uncle is eating all my cookies!" Louis giggles when Harry groans, "Hands off Styles. And Niall! What did I tell you about eating my baby's cookies!" He yells and Harry smiles fondly. 

Louis kisses him lightly, "Fulfil your promise tonight." He winks and squeezes Harry's crotch who laughs, "Oh I will." 

Harry busies himself with the plates of burger When,  "You know I really didn't expected y'all to come so far." Zayn's voice comes and Harry looks at the man, even after almost two years Zayn hasn't forgiven Harry. He's always crude and snarky.

  "Should I say I'm flattered? When are you even going to stop being like this?" Harry asks dryly and the man laughs, "It's all good man. I forgive you now. But if in Future Louis cries coz of you imma kill you this time. If not for you making him the happiest I would've never agreed for your marriage." Harry smiles at Zayn.

"I'm glad I make him the happiest. Also thanks for trusting Louis with me again." Zayn hums, "Okay what are you both talking about?" Louis asks making his presence known, Harry flips the burger before turning around to spread his arms for his delicate boy to waddle in. "Nothing you need to worry about. Did you solved the issue with Niall and Cass?" 

"Your daughter is a menace... she and Niall were prancing us." 

"Yeah I'm pretty invisible aren't I Louis?" Zayn asks and Louis sticks his tongue at him, "You are frightening me with all that vampir-y attire." 

"It's trendy." Zayn scoffs fixing his black shirt, Harry laughs when the man grumbles about Louis not understanding the trend as he leaves the couple alone. "Styles, I've got to plan a wedding." 

"You're a styles as well. Who's wedding?" He asks kissing Louis' neck softly, "Crystal and Mara's. Who would've thought? She's going to propose today, Mara that is." Harry hums. 

"I really can't wait for everyone to leave because I want to spend time with you alone." Harry grumbles instead and Louis squawks before pinching his nipple, "Our friends are getting married! This is important." 

"Yeah and me making love to you is way more important."

"You're hopeless. I'm going." 

Harry laughs but pulls Louis' wrist before kissing him, "I love you." 

"Hmm I love you too." 

And when they are all gathered with their friends and daughter Harry looks at his world who's smiling with teary blue eyes at the proposal, discreetly he slides behind Louis, 

"Should I re propose you?" He asks and Louis sniffs, "No. A wedding is a lot of hassle. But thank you for everything, Hazza." 

"Baby, thank you for everything you've given to me. You are my world." 

"And I'm not? Dad that's so rude." Their daughter Cassandra whines stomping her feet and Harry laughs before picking her up, "You're my small world but momma is my big world." 

"That doesn't make sense." The little girl sasses before stretching her arms towards Louis who immediately takes her from Harry's arms. 

Harry huffs and gathers his tiny family together, "I love you both." 

"And we love you as well, daddy." Louis smirks and Harry can't help but bark a laugh loudly.

When at night they both are tangled together under sheets and Louis caressing the stubble on Harry's chin, the taller man stares at his beautiful wife who's eyes are prettier than anything. "You're making me flustered." Louis complains not meeting his eyes and Harry cups his chin raising his head.

"Forever's a long time to ask so will stay with me till then?" Louis blinks and nods nuzzling his face in Harry's hold, "I will." 

And that's what calms him the most as he cuddles his love. Harry doesn't know what's about to happen in the future but one thing he's sure of is that Louis is going to always with him together.