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i got a P L A N E in the middle of the night, don't you mind ? i nearly killed somebody, don't you mind, don't you mind ? i gave you something you can never give back, don't you mind ? you've seen your face like a heart attack, don't you mind don't you mind ? 🇭🇦🇷🇷🇾 🇸🇹🇾🇱🇪🇸

[heartlincs]

louis continued to switch from licking around the head of harry’s cock and then taking it fully in his mouth, moving back and forth to let harry’s dick hit the back of louis’ throat. with soft moans escaping louis’ mouth as he moved his head back and forth, he reached his free hand down to his own crotch to palm at himself. the moans that were coming out of the other boy only served as motivation for louis, for he would have done anything to keep those sounds rolling out of harry’s mouth. louis was more painfully hard than he was before, and he wasn’t even sure how long he’d be able to last like this, between harry’s cock and his moans. the small boy made sure to move his hand around a bit, his mouth hitting his hand each time as he leaned in, trying to get as much of harry’s length inside of his mouth. then louis pulled off harry’s length and went back to kissing around harry’s thighs, to then open his mouth and bite down, sucking on it a bit to leave a fresh bruise on the soft skin. moving to the other thigh, louis left a similar bruise on that side, before louis decided to take harry’s length into his mouth again.

as louis was pulled off harry’s cock by his hair, louis let out a loud moan at the tug, looking at harry with widened eyes, right before shutting them as he kissed harry back, his mouth parted. once their mouths were off each other’s, louis let out a small whine, his eyes still closed as he leaned into harry’s touch. “ h-harry. ” louis said, his voice sounding more like a moan. “ fuck, you’re so fucking hot, fuck me. ” he then helped harry remove his articles of clothing, louis grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it over his head, tossing it to the side along with all the other clothing items. “ so fuckin’ good to me, harry. ” louis replied, helping to kick off his jeans. “i don’t fucking care,” the blue eyed boy whined, pressing his small body against harry’s large one tightly as he started to slightly grind his hips against harry. “ you want me on the wall, yeah? the floor is fine too. you choose. i’d let you take me anywhere. ”he continued, his breath hitching slightly in his throat. louis brought one of his hands up to the back of harry’s hair, tugging on his curls as louis continued to move his hips, searching for any friction he can get against his own cock. “ you can do whatever you want, harry, just tell me what you wanna do to me. and fucking touch me, please. ” with that, louis made the move to remove his own underwear, swiftly pulling them down and pushing them to the side with his foot before grabbing harry’s face in his hands and pulling him into a harsh kiss.

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all harry seems to be well focused on is the fact louis’ mouth is so perfectly suctioned against his cock it’s making him crazy. he can’t seem to shake off the fact he’s been imagining this feeling now and again from time to time for such a long while now ( something that’s never changed is even in his imagination louis looks gorgeous on his knees as he does standing ) but of course harry just focuses on the current matter at hand. long fingers are tangled in dark locks, easing louis down his length as best he can without making him choke anyways ( for now ) course harry just can’t get over just how alluring louis looks right now. lashes brushed up against flushed cheeks, god his cheekbones are well in definition and harry just can’t help but wanna wake up to that gorgeous face every single morning. evern sucking him off he manages to look absolutely amazing but it’s louis, there hasn’t been a time where harry hasn’t thought the absolute world of his best friend. that’s one thing that will never slip from harry’s head the fact they’re best friends and harry’s let louis suck him off well a few times. he’s desperate to be with louis again ( surely for the both of them have experienced other people in the time they’d been apart ) no one could ever beat the perfection of how louis sucks him off though. a thick moan falls from plump lips once he’s able to feel the bruise being sucked into the pale skin of his once unmarked thighs.

now that harry’s finished his deep intellect he’s focused on just how wrecked louis sounds just from sucking him off ( oh what harry would do to hear it daily, afternoon, nightly, hell any time he can ) sure enough he massages louis’ scalp with the tips of his fingers; a gentle sentiment but harry’s always been that way, especially with louis. “ yeah ?? wanna wreck you so bad. ” he replies and his tone has gone deeper a solid two octaves as a devilish smirk overcomes once gentle features. “ wanna be fucked so bad don’t you baby ?? ” harry continues his little teasing demeanor while green optics watch louis undress way quicker than he’s even seen ( even touring for many years ) he’d never seen his shirt fly off so quick. it’s almost well adorable how quick louis is shedding clothes and part of harry wants to giggle about it but he desides to leave that in the back of his head for much later whe he’s not ready to burst right then. “ don’t care ?? would let me proper fuck you anywhere wouldn’t you ?? ” harry teases, a huff of air following a moan once louis begins to grind against him; there’s still music on the other side of the door ( and people, needless to forget ) as he ruts his hips against louis’. harry’s breath now hitches once his hair is tugged on, a large hand resting to the small of louis’ back before he’s watching underwear fly off which is perfect for him now. harry smirks dark ( his eyes are near black ) and he’s just reaching for louis’ lips, pressing him against the door while his lips meet the underside of his ear. “ first thing is i wanna get you prepped up for me. ” so with that harry parts louis’ legs with his knee, dipping down to lap his tongue around his entrance a few times to get him ready then standing back up only to suck a small bruise to louis’ neck. “ n’ now that you’re nice n’ ready for me , , ,” a hand lands its way to the skin onto louis’ arse, spanking gently before he’s spinning louis around; tucking his arms underneath thick thighs while he moans to the tip of his cock prodding to louis’ entrance. “ now i wanna hear just how much you missed me after avoiding me for years n’ years. ” harry uses this opportunity to rut his hips up, his entirety sinking inside of louis’ tight heat as one hand pins up louis’ hands against the door; harry’s hips circling once only to thrust up into louis once again. “ i want to hear just how much you fuckin’ missed me baby. ” the younger purrs only to nibble ever so faintly at louis’ earlobe before tightening his grip around louis’ wrists slightly, breathing soft against his skin while his own thrusts find a consistent pattern. 

[heartlincs]

harry was being fairly demanding, which only made the smaller boy start to squirm more, causing louis to quickly comply and drop to his knees. he felt so small down there, as he peered up at harry with clouded blue eyes, soaking in the vision of the view of the beautiful boy standing before him. louis wasn’t sure when the next time he’d get to see harry like this⏤let alone see harry⏤so he decided to enjoy every second of this while it lasted. and harry was so beautiful, standing there, just waiting for louis to do something. so that’s what louis did. with harry’s belt gone, louis had easier access to getting harry’s pants off, so he swiftly moved his hands to harry’s jean’s button, unbuttoning the pants and tugging them down. once harry’s jeans were no longer an issue, louis ran his tongue over his lips quickly, before leaning forward and mouthing at harry’s cock that was straining through his boxers. louis dragged his mouth lightly across the outline of his cock as his fingers found the hem of harry’s underwear, the small boy pulling away as he tugged harry’s boxers down painfully slow. 

once harry’s boxers were removed, louis ( with no shame, of course ) looked at harry’s unrestrained cock, and … well. “ jesus, harry. ” louis muttered in his breathy voice, a bit taken aback by the size. quick to wrap his hand around harry’s dick, giving it a few strokes while louis leaned in and placed small kisses all around the soft skin of harry’s thighs. after just a few moments, louis moved to harry’s cock, opening his mouth slightly. with his hand still wrapped around harry, louis gave a tip a kiss before giving the head a few, small kitten licks as louis cleaned off the pre-come that was gathered at the tip. after he spent a bit licking at the head, louis opened his mouth fully, pushing his mouth forward, allowing harry’s cock inside his mouth. it took louis just a bit to get more comfortable, letting his throat settle before he starting moving. with hallowed cheeks and pink lips, louis started to move at a slow pace, but began to pick up pace once he fell into a swift rhythm. after a little while, louis pulled his mouth off harry, to instead then slowly drag his tongue over harry’s cock, gliding it over and around the tip.

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harry’s just well taken aback to the fact louis is on his knees & his mouth is already peppering against the cloth of his cock & that earns the elder of the pair a deep groan faltering from his throat. “ god louis. ” he breathes out soft, reaching down to tangle long fingertips into feathery locks, tugging ever so fully whilst his head reaches against the wall. so many nights he’s spent imagining louis’ mouth around his cock & that though alone is well enough to get harry off pretty quick even when he’s alone. watching louis remove every article harry’s got to offer the younger can’t help but watch in awe as he loosens his grip to his hair, tucking his fuller lip in between pearly whites, ever so desperate for louis to just touch him in whatever way he possibly can. the bass is still rolling thick through the door but it’s just soft enough for harry to hear louis & every breath, movement & soon-to-be moan he’s destined to yearn out of louis. it’s a wonderful thing, this scene; harry’s got his cock out & louis is just inches away from it ( hell it’s just about photo worthy ) or so harry would think anyways; which reminds him, damn he should’ve brought his camera for this very moment. 

he can’t help the amused smirk that wavers over flushed features once hearing louis’ whispered statement on his dick & of course he’d made a cheeky comment but obviously he’d simply save it for later. something triggers in the back of harry’s mind thinking wow if his mouth looks this good wrapped around him then it must be some sort of obscene heaven if he were to watch himself fucking louis properly. “ such a pretty fuckin’ mouth, lou. ” harry mumbles out in between soft huffs of breathing only for a thick moan to roll off of his tongue shortly afterwards. fingers tighten into louis’ hair, guiding him along his cock ( on top of louis’ already made rhythm ) desperate in attempt to watch louis suck him off. forrest hues lock dark against beautifully tanned skin, deep in his own thought on just how beautiful they’d be marked with his own mouth but reality strikes him once again as louis pulls away, tongue teasing the very tip of his cock which without a doubt makes his eyes roll right back into his head. after a few minutes harry manages to smirk, slowly using louis’ hair to pull him off of his length so he can pull him up as he pulls louis into a bruising kiss. “ don’t wanna cum like that. ” harry breathes against the elder’s mouth, kissing down to his collarbones just to bite a mark into tanned skin. “ would much rather you cum first, take good care of you. ” he breathes in continuum, reaching to work off louis’ jeans skillfully with his previously tugging hands. “ how you want it babe ?? sitting or standing ?? against the wall ?? you tell me what you want baby and i’ll see what i can do for ya. ”

[altlcuis]

it took louis’ quite some time to register the events happening, his mind fuzzy and lips tingling. his eyes darted down to the hand that enclosed on his, and louis started to be tugged somewhere, to a place that was most definitely not the dance floor, nor outside of the club, and it was … oh. well. louis wasn’t exactly expecting this much from harry, but he would be stupid enough to turn down an opportunity like that. so, louis quietly made his way into the room after harry ( making sure he didn’t trip over his feet at all ) and then practically lunged himself toward the taller boy once they were both securely inside, door shut and locked behind them. just as louis was about to lean forward for another kissed, the blue eyed boy stopped in his tracks, with his heart beat started to quicken its pace at the other male’s comment. next time ? just the fact that harry brought up a ‘ next time ’ caused louis’ lower stomach to turn a bit⏤not with anything but excitement and anticipation. but, there wasn’t time to think about any of that⏤no time to think about what was happening between the two boys, no time to question their motives. It was just them, body against body, and louis was more than content with it.“ mm, ‘s fine. this is perfect.” louis spoke, before his lips chased after harry’s, his head tilted up so that he could reach the taller boy’s mouth. 

as harry started to grind against louis, a soft gasp escaped his pink, chapped lips as he pulled away from the younger’s mouth. with his eyelids closing over his blue orbs, he tilted his neck over, exposing the fresh, tanned skin for harry. “ fuck, harry, if you made a move when we were in the band, we could’ve been doin’ this a long time ago, for fucks sake, ” louis spoke, his voice shaky and breathy, hard to concentrate on his words with a beautiful boy’s lips attached to his neck and he was so, so painfully hard he felt suffocated in his tight jeans. louis then lightly pushed the other boy off him, just so that louis could get ahold of harry’s shirt and start tugging it upward. “off.” he mumbled, struggling to pull the shirt off harry’s long body in a swift motion. once the piece of cloth was up over harry’s head, louis moved his hand to rest on the side of harry’s cheek, his lips found trailing around the younger boy’s mouth and down his jawline. louis had some idea of where this was going, but the feather haired male was still of unsure as to how far harry wanted this to go. but really, louis was willing to do anything for harry, was willing to do anything harry asked, even if it meant dropped to his knees in a dirty back room in the club. as louis peppered kisses across harry’s bare skin across his jaw line, louis mumbled against the skin, “ what d’ya want, baby ? ”

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maybe stating there’d be a next time was a bit of a silly assumption to make but harry would absolutely play this scene over & over again if it meant seeing louis each & every single time. they’d had so much lost tie over the years & harry ever so desperately wants to make that up, whether it be sex or hell even something a little bit more sentimental. though in the back of his mind he’s not quite sure given the fact he wouldn’t see louis very often; he’s still running around managing to do his own works, meet fans & do all else while harry’s just sat on hus couch awaiting for someone to call & manage to get him out of his flat. shamefully he likes it a bit but he wishes he aws nearly half as busy as louis seemed to be. humming content against louis’ mouth harry smiles against louis’ mouth, certainly glad at the location of choice is alright for him & maybe he deserved something a little bit more classy but harry’s drunk, eager & more so desperate for louis’ mouth in much better places than his own. harry’s got both hands on each of louis’ sides, keeping him more so close to his body & really not wanting to part ways for years to come ( yet again ) anyways. his breathing has shifted of course, eyes darkening but still ever so glassy & as usual all he can focus on is louis. not the sound of giggling bystanders, or the few turns of the knob on others trying to get him; all that matters if he’s got louis right where he wants him to be; well almost anyways.

“ dunno lou, would’ve much rather had you all to myself. couldn’t have liam or niall, hell even fuckin’ zayn aware of it. might try to take you for themselves, don’t think i’d really agree with that. ” harry manages to smirk darkly, his lips trailing to his collarbones but pushed off shortly after. once he feels louis tugging at his shirt he easily follows louis’ demands on taking off his shirt, which he does in mere seconds ( his body is still covered in ink, desperately waiting for louis to mark ) course half of his ink coincided with the elder’s anyways. his hand eases to the back of louis’ neck, returning the kiss only for a soft groan to falter his mouth once feeling louis’ lips work down his jawline; this had been something harry had waited almost the entirety of their friendship for ( course he didn’t wanna ruin it ) but damn did he want louis more than he’s ever wanted anyone in his younger years & even his older & well more experienced ones now. harry just about moans once louis finally inquires him on what he wants so he takes it all in his own power to grasp tight on louis’ hip, working him back against the door only this time he’s sure to be a little more forceful in his control. his fingers wrap into the nape of louis’ neck, wrapping delicately through feathery locks only to gently tug louis’ head back while harry works his mouth to the underside of his ear. “ think i want you on your knees first, love. ” he’s quick to drop his arms to work off the belt of tight jeans, dark emerald optics flickering right back up to louis’ only to flash him a look of seriousness. “ well what are ya waitin’ for ?? on your knees, gorgeous. ” he continues thick with his smirk light, finally working off his belt. 

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[altlcuis]

everything was so fast, between the music and alcohol and harry, the world was in a nonstop motion and louis was left trying to catch up. jealousy started to boil in the pits of louis’ stomach at the mention of nick and women, and a small scowl became apparent on the petite’s boy facial features. “ hm, so you’re still close with nick then? not a surprise, really. he’s always seemed a bit…nevermind. ” louis made sure to stop himself before he trailed onto a path that he wasn’t welcome on, didn’t want to bring up a topic that louis surely wasn’t ready to discuss. “ but what brought ya here tonight, then? i come here sometimes, yet this is the first time i’ve seen you. sounds a bit like fate, hm? ” but the next thing louis knew, harry was closer than ever, lips pressed against the skin behind louis’ ear. unsure of what to do, the contact sends louis into a bit of a panic. after setting his drink down on, louis placed both his hands on harry’s chest, pushing himself away a bit from the other male. “ h-harry … ” louis started, his words trembling as his fingers slightly gripped onto the cloth of harry’s shirt. 

then, just a few seconds later, louis had himself pressed back up against harry, his head tilted upwards as louis’ lips found harry’s. louis had his lips pressed against the other boys in a slightly open-mouth kiss, and all louis could really think was jesus christ. he wasn’t sure when he gained this confidence, but he was pretty sure it came along with the drink and the presence of this boy he’d been longing for. & of course louis wasn’t sure of how harry would react, but with harry’s actions just moments before the kiss, louis felt rather confident in the kiss. it was an impulse⏤an itch under the skin louis couldn’t just quite reach⏤and louis was more than willing to comply. releasing one of his hand’s grip on harry’s shirt, he moved the free hand to the back of harry’s head, his fingers lacing between knotted locks of hair. louis wasn’t quite sure of what he was expecting from a kiss with harry ( and of course he dreamt of how it would be like often ) yet that kiss took louis a bit by surprise. there weren’t any imaginary fireworks, things those romance novels tell you, but there were soft lips and the taste of alcohol mixed with lust, and just harryharryharry. after a little while, louis pulled away from the kiss, his lips still parted open slightly. “ehm, sorry?”

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“ every now n’ again i go see him or whatever but nothing like, special really. ” harry replies with a small shrug but he doesn’t care to talk about nick. sure they’d had their fair share of close moments & as much as nick would attempt in making the move for harry he’d have louis on his mind just to push the elder man away ( desperate to try to not seem disrespectful ) but it’s impossible when one person hits on you while you’re thinking of boning another. harry knows louis is well jealous of nick, he’s always known that & to be entirely fair he kind of was easily amused on making louis jealous just from hugging nick or something of the sorts. “ far from fake love, come ‘ere now and again when m’proper bored more than anything. more so venture out and go off doing shit y’know ?? ” the younger manages to shrug once more, swallowing thick while he reaches to tangle a hair into shorter locks; after all these years & plenty of different hair styles he’s never managed to stop playing with his hair when it’s most convenient for a distraction but this time it’s so much shorter than it was years ago & it’s just strange that he isn’t able to tie it back like he was able to before. considering he’s more focused on marking louis’ tanned skin, harry’s lips move slow against the spot, a soft nibble following & he swears he gets painfully hard to the soft whine of his name falling from louis’ lips. it only causes him to rest a hand onto the elder’s back, pulling him in so his chest is pressed against his. 

once watching louis turn his head only to reach for the back of it, harry’s got full lips pressed against louis’ mouth, moving them ever so slowly as his tongue darts out hesitantly to guide over louis’ bottom lip, biting gently to tug it back into his mouth so he’s able to suck it slightly in his mouth. harry’s lifting his other hand from the bar so he’s able to rest it against louis’ hip, keeping him right up while he guides his lips against louis’. harry can tell louis is confident about this ( which is really surprising ) considering the younger himself was a little apprehensive on even kissing back anyways; louis had left him before so what’s to make of him for not leaving again. he feels warm nevertheless, between the alcohol & deep kisses but he almost whines once feeling louis’ lips part his only for an apology to follow. “ c’mon. ” he purrs soft only to reach for louis’ hand, tugging the pair towards the back ( it’s a damn good thing harry knows this place like the back of his hand ) he’s been look out for plenty of people to just fuck about in the back room but luckily it’s his turn for some sort of action. it’s been months since he’s had a proper lay, or hell, any sort of sexual encounter but if he’s not near ripping off tight jeans now he’s not sure what he’s better to do. “ s’not exactly the nicest but i promise next time will be better. ” he mumbles back to louis, leading them into the small space only to close the door then press louis up against it. it’s not long that harry’s mouth leads back to louis’ neck before he’s grinding himself up against louis’ hip & maybe harry’s a little too endeared by their height difference ( he used to always think louis was the perfect height to suck him off ) course memories faded quicker than realities had. “ missed you so fuckin’ much lou. ” he breathes heavy against tanned skin, sucking a small mark into the spot while guiding his free hand slowly up the hem of louis’ shirt.

[altlcuis]

the combination of an alcoholic beverage and a specific tall, curly haired, skinny boy should never be a thing, yet there louis was, a drink in his small hand and sparkles forming in his eyes with each passing minute as his gaze stayed on the man beside him. louis knew he probably shouldn’t have been drinking with harry around. see, louis was a bit of a … touchy drunk. he was loud, affectionate, and all the things he didn’t need to be around harry. still, louis brought the cold glass up to his lips, taking a long sip. the alcohol running throughout his veins caused his breathing to slow as his face became flushed, full of life and everything harry. though louis would never admit, louis made sure to memorize every facial feature of the other boy’s⏤every line that was present on his face, just in case this were to be the last time louis got to see him, at least for a while. “ ah, so you’ve been a little lazy bum then, haven’t you, harold? ” the older male questioned, cocking an eyebrow to then take another sip of his drink. “ you know, i pictured your time being spent posing on the covers of front magazines with girls draping over you, ” louis continued, the taste of bitterness on his tongue forming just slightly. and, it was true, females loved harry styles. but what was there not to like ? louis could understand the harry styles hype, really, for louis had similar feelings for the popular boy. louis wanted to grab harry, hold onto him and scream for everyone else to go away because harry was for louis. but, he couldn’t. because harry wasn’t his.

the feeling of a warm, yet gentle hand on louis’ side was so alarming to louis, he nearly jumped at the touch. glancing down at the hand, louis made the connection that it was harry’s. this was harry’s hand on louis’ hip, the hand that was pulling him toward the other boy. stumbling closer to harry as one of louis’ hands falls down onto harry’s upper arm, resting it there as his other hand was occupied holding onto the drink, louis glanced between harry’s pink, full lips and his green eyes. the action was so small and quick that louis was questioning whether it even happened, and louis had managed to have gone speechless for a few minutes, his eyes concentrated on the boy so close to him. harry, the man louis has thought about every single day for the past however many years, was making making physical contact after years of nothing. finally managing to speak, louis replied with “ you can’t frighten me off, harry styles. at least not anymore. ” and louis was hoping harry didn’t think too much into what harry said, but before giving harry enough time to think it through, louis spoke again. “of course i know all there is to know about you.  yanno, i was listening every time you told me things, back in the day. surprisingly, im an excellent listener.” louis had to control himself to not let his lips fall in a small pout as harry’s hand left louis’ body, so instead louis gently ran his fingers across harry’s upper arm. “ i … missed you, a lot. ”

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harry’s watching louis with dark eyes considering he’s finally got his attention fully, green optics simply waver over louis’ entire being. for a moment all he can settle his gaze on is louis’ mouth, moving ever so sweetly whilst he talks & god does he imagine on just how fucking alluring louis would look sucking him off. once he finally is able to hear louis the younger of the pair nods slow, sipping fully to his drink & feels the warmth of the alcohol coursing thick down his throat & through his veins. the thing is usually harry’s very more out & about when social drinking yet he can’t seem to retort his attention from louis. he’s fucking beautiful & harry’s desperately wanted to be this close to him for years ( never happened given the fact they’d been separated ) but nevertheless god did harry miss louis more than he could miss anyone. “ not a lazy bum lou, just a bit laid bad is all. every now and again i go out with nick or y’know whoever, women i guess. ” he smirks behind the rim of his glass for another small sip, clearly he’s joking considering louis’ what’s occupied his mind for many years & even with women draped over him he can’t just push the fact how he wishes it was louis draped over him, kissing on his neck & making him forget there’s actually six billion people in the world other than the two of them. 

hands slip up into short curls before he’s licking brief over his lips, finally drinking the very last bit ofwhat’s in his glass, pushing it to the side. “ besides none of them are you, never have been, never wil be. ” harry near purrs thick before he’s got the entirety of his large hand wrapped around louis’ hip, gently easing him even closer so he could almost feel the shifted breathing of the beauty that is loui tomlinson. harry’s always been so intruiged by louis, even back for the many years their band had been around. “ well i’d proper hope not, quite like yu being around me as much as possible. ” he replies & his accent rolls thick off of his tongue — almost like honey, ust sweet & succulent anyways. long digits brush up underneath the hem of louis’ shirt, grazing against his skin before his lips meet the underside of louis’ ear — “ missed you too, love. ”   harry responds before he’s massaging full lips against tan skin, his hand caressing louis’ bare back ever so gently to keep him close to his body. “ missed you so fuckin’ much. ” he finishes & even with that last bit his voice manages to drop a single octave in between the brushes of lips against velvet skin.

[altlcuis]

with each passing minute, the tension from the presence of the other boy passed with ease. louis started to be able to breathe easier, his once shallow breaths having turned into slow, soft puffs of air. it was still all overwhelming, of course–harry was just so kind, so, so kind and louis had done nothing to deserve anything but harsh words and scowls. yet, louis received the opposite. he received soft gazes and a warm, honey-like voice, he got the normal harry treatment he was used to back when the band was together, back when everything was right. “and how have you been doing, harry ? it seem’s like you’ve dropped off the grid, haven’t you? the news headlines have been pretty quiet about you,” louis commented, cocking an eyebrow in harry’s direction. and it was true. to louis, harry was capable of everything and anything. harry could be anything he wanted to be, and louis would support him through it, yet no news was released about any of harry’s upcoming projects ( and louis checked the news constantly for just something ). hell, harry was just so full of life and love and all things nice, and as louis’ blue eyes were locked on harry’s features, he wondered to himself how he could ever let someone so amazing go. but, in the back of his mind, he knew why he did it, yet with the long haired, pink lipped and green eyed boy sitting in front of louis, the older boy realized the time apart wasn’t worth. louis trying to protect himself, to protect his heart, wasn’t worth it. nothing was worth giving up this.

after ordering his drink, telling the bartender which drink he would like, louis turns his body toward harry more, his hip leaning against the bar counter as his body is shifted in the direction of the taller man. “ thank you for doing this. it’s definitely not necessary, not after … everything. but i appreciate it. ” as soon as louis’ drink had arrived, his small hands grabbed onto the glass, bringing the alcoholic drink up to his lips and taking a not-so-tiny sip. “ ah, ” louis started, a bigger smile forming on his lips, setting the glass down onto the table. “you’ve always been a charmer, haven’t you? well just know that i haven’t lost sight of your ways. i know how you work, harry styles.” he finished, running his tongue over his lips quickly as the skin by his eyes started to crinkle, the small boy not able to hide the grin overtaking his features.

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harry wants to be mad at louis for a number of reasons — yet here he is, still in attempts to rekindle in lost times, desperate for the affection he hasn’t received but every woman under the surface of the planet had been given. though these girls aren’t people who’s watched louis grow, thrive & ease his way into a bold confidence like harry has; hell, harry’s been there to witness beyond everything with louis & maybe he’s a little bit on the jealous side he isn’t able to grasp louis’ attention as much as he really wants to. so many what ifs surpassed harry’s mind for ages — including right this second as his hand tightens the cold glass stuck in between his fingertips. “ to be proper fair with you i haven’t done much, just been out and about hanging around. haven’t really bothered to do anything. wanna just chill for a bit y’know ?? ” he replies while the alcohol meets his full lips once again, eyes staying locked to louis’ as he sips slow & enjoys the smoothness that rolls down his throat & he almost stops breathing just at the connection of louis’ bright optics on his own — god louis is so mesmerizing, or so harry thinks anyways; he always has. 

“ louis it’s not troubling. i don’t mind. quite always like to make sure you’re well taken care of. drinks and all that stuff. so don’t you worry your pretty little face, yeah. ” harry replies simply, sliding his card over only to place his drink down right next to his hand that’s pressed against the bar. green eyes settle onto the smaller boy before harry’s hand reaches to settle on louis’ side, pulling him in ever so absentmindedly. he prays this isn’t too much but if he earns a slap on the face he wouldn’t be surprised in that sense either. “ well my charming persona never seems to frighten you off, if we’re entirely honest here. ” harry’s hand slips to the small of louis’ back, thumb rubbing along the clothed skin before using his free hand to grab his drink once again. “ know me better than anyone i’d think, oddly enough no one ever seems to know all that much, except for you.  ” the younger of the pair manages to break into a small giggle, the drink making its way to his mouth as he sips full & hums in his own content.

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there have been a few events in history that made louis’ Top Awkward Moments list, and this one surely might have taken number one. louis felt the tension, he would be idiotic if he tried to ignore it–it was, too say the least, overwhelming. between stares and slightly parted lips, their locked eyes said a million words that their mouths refused to. louis wondered to himself is harry hated him, but the other mans kind gestures and soft words said otherwise. but then again, harry was like this with even the people he hated the most. the curly haired ( well, not very curly anymore ) boy had the largest heart in the world, and sometimes louis wondered how it managed to even stay put inside of harry’s chest. “ i.. um, yeah. been busy, you know? with like, my movies and all. ” the pathetic excuse slipped out of louis’ pink lips without an even second thought–his mind having put together any excuse it could that sounded at least half assed. louis knew harry was smart enough to believe that wasn’t true, but he didn’t think either of them were going to protest it. with a small, shaky hand, louis ran his delicate fingers over his fringe–a coping mechanism when in a state of stress.

it was clear to louis that harry wasn’t sure what to say, but the older man took appreciation of his efforts when he offered louis a drink. with a small smile forming itself on louis’ lips at the offer, causing the skin to crinkle just a bit by his nose, he nodded his head yes, then feeling comfortable enough to step closer to harry, practically making his place right next to harry at the bar. “yeah, i’d love a drink, actually. i just got here, you know, and i was heading over here to order one me self. jus’ a long day on set, felt like i should treat myself,” louis spoke, a bit more stability and comfortability flowing out of his voice. it was intoxicating like that, almost, with being so close to harry, and louis was pretty sure he could feel tipsy off the mixture of harry’s cologne and light breaths. even in such a crowded, sweat-filled place, louis got a hint of harry’s signature scent, the nostalgia and sense of home, making louis feel warm.

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harry’s sloshing his drink around in his small glass while green eyes stay fixated on louis’ fac. it all seems as if it were just years ago & they were out having a drink, something they’d done a few times now & again but this time it was just awkward, which harry hated. he’s already unbelievably tall, lanky & awkward so adding more tension to it all is just so much for him to think about. oddly enough he’s not thinking about that ?? he’s just thinking about how long he’d spent missing louis, then got over it only for the same old feelings to just flutter its way back into the deepest pits of his chest, or so it feels that way anyways. harry’s hand reaches to push back his hair while scrunching up his nose to the response louis had; it figures he’s been busy while harry’s been counting the damn stars like some sort of hobby. “ that sounds really good lou, m’very happy to hear things are going very well for you. ” the younger of the pair replies with an honest smile & he ever so carefully wants to reach over to place a hand on louis’ hip, but that’s way too much even for him; he might just get flicked in the forehead for that one. one more sip follows his notions while shifting on the other side of his boots. 

his facial features simply ease once louis accepts his offer for a drink, dimples indenting his cheeks full on before he’s stepping aside to let louis go ahead of him, absentmindedly placing his hand onto louis’ back but retorting it once they’re over to the bar. his heart jumps brief but god it’s disgusting that all these old sentiments are coming back just when he’d gotten the hell over louis but here harry is, staring; no, gazing towards the elder because he’s just something to ( sit & admire what he’s like ) so harry absolutely takes advantage to drink louis in with just his eyes. in an instance harry’s mind wanders to old times & he knows it shouldn’t but between louis being so close, breathing him in & just merely that is enough to drive harry wild. “ suppose get whatever you want and i’ll pay for it, my treat. as a congrats on your movies n’ stuff. and well, seeing you of course. ” harry flashes a cheeky smile before he’s ordering himself a stronger drink, large fingers wrapping around the glass only to ease the drink over in front of him. “ no need for treatin’ yourself when i can treat you. ” the younger hums, licking slow over his lips as his amused gaze locks back to louis.

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it’s hard to hear anything over the loud, upbeat music filling louis’ eardrums, and his heartbeat pulsating in his tightened chest. it also felt hard to breathe ( hard to do anything ) like this, so close to someone louis has spent eighteen months avoiding, and he kept taking shallow breaths between parted lips as his eyes refused to glance away from the face he’s missed. and louis didn’t quote know what to expect, really, but a hug from someone who was practically a stranger then didn’t seem like a plausible outcome. yet harry’s arms still wrapped around louis’ small frame, causing the older male’s body to almost go limp in harry’s arms, louis leaning against him slightly. once the hug was over, louis stiffened his body once again, and took a small step away from harry. though the hug just ended, louis was tempted to lean back in and latch himself onto the taller boy. he wanted to rest his head against the chest he was so used to falling asleep on, and he wanted to feel the rising and falling of it as harry took each breath. but instead, louis decided that stepping away was the safest thing for the two of them.

the air felt thick between them, air that was filled with unheard voicemails and unopened texts, air that held unspoken apologies and memories, air that louis didn’t want to breathe. louis’ mouth felt a bit dry as he tried to grasp onto some words to say, but all his mind could come up with are ‘i miss you’ and ‘i’m sorry’, but louis would be damned if he let those words come out of his mouth, not there, not ever. finally, louis managed to choke out something to say, the words managing to roll off his tongue, “ um, yeah. been a while, hasn’t it ? ”

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harry hums softly as he goes to part being careful to reach out in case louis needed stabilization, big hands are ready to reach out for the smaller boy in front of him & in the back of harry’s mind maybe he wants to shake louis for avoiding him; it’s insane that they went from such a close connection to practically strangers — as if the past five, even six years of their band never mattered to him. damn how time flies & how people change, harry thinks but he keeps his fond demeanor spread across porcelain features, nose crinkling up as he parts away from the embrace with ease. “ quite a bit of time, wished it wasn’t but, suppose you had your reasons for it, so i won’t debate it. ” harry replies with a single glance downward & he feels louis’ bright eyes locked to him; hell they haven’t left his body since but thinking of body’s harry can’t seem to keep his eyes from traveling over louis’. one thing harry never failed to adore was louis’ body; just one of many things he’d been morally obsessed with even at sixteen — louis was attractive, hell, more than that even he was almost god sent. stubble coating his well prominent cheekbones & it drives harry mad on how many years he’d missed that brushing against his thighs at late hours. god does his mind scream to just come back to where they left off but hell, for as far as harry’s concerned he’s well aware louis is probably someone else’s; he’s with a new woman almost daily & maybe harry’s jealous ( scratch that, he’s absolutely jealous ) but he can never verbally admit so. 

as he’s hit back to reality once more, harry darts his tongue out to lick briefly over his lips while another lift of his hand to sip his drink motions. “ can i buy you a drink, if you um, don’t have one already ?? ” harry inquires, his nerves kicking full force as he feels his fingertips nearly start to sweat, almost losing his drink just then right onto the floor. “ don’t have to if it’s too weird, figured it’d be nice to catch up if you wanted. ” he continues with a shrug, nearly downing the rest of his own drink so he can attempt to loosen on up ( praying this tension leaves as quick as possible ). 

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aaltlcuis:

           louis’ day had been spent on set, running over lines and working on scenes for his newest movie. it was filled with frustrated sighs, several spilled cups of coffee ( mainly his, oops ) and yawns coming from every worker on the filming set. as the day came close to an end, louis decided his friday night plans were to go home, kick his feet up on the couch as he munched on chips and watched footie on the TV. But once the day was done, louis came to the agreement with himself that he may need a drink, maybe two. after stopping at his home to change into some night time clothes–which were his typical black jeans, black shirt combination–louis found himself in the back of his driver’s car, head leaning back against the seat as he waited to arrive to the club.

           soon enough, the car drove up in front of the club, and louis stepped out onto the pavement, making his way to the entrance. a benefit of being famous is getting to skip the line, so louis was able to get past all the people waiting as he made his way inside the club, loud music filling his ears and making his pulse quicken. the club was packed–of course it was, being a friday night–and louis’ body was already starting to get a bit sweaty as he pushed through bodies, trying to make his way toward the bar. as louis got closer, his eyes came across a very familiar face. it was… well, it was harry. it was harry styles, someone he’s been avoiding for the past year and a half since the band split. it was the man louis had repressed feelings for, for the past countless years of his life. and the only thing louis’ body could do was approach him, no matter how many times his heart was screaming ‘no!’, louis’ short legs walked right up to harry, louis’ blue eyes concentrated on the other man’s face. the second louis approached him, he wished to have turned back, but he knew it was too late. “ h-harry? um. hi. ”

              so maybe harry’s getting a little bit of cabin fever by sitting inside for the entire day but he’s not going to stay inside this evening — he’s harry styles for fuck sake, staying inside when he could be out & about with the top a-listers is something he lives & breathes. it’s been years since he’d really been bombarded with cameras & consistent requests for autographs, easily it’s slowed down throughout the time after one direction — he misses it even. he misses the sole fact that he could catch anyone he truly fucking wanted to; he missed being interviewed, not to sound absolutely mental but he misses landing down in los angeles only to rush through large crowds screaming for him. it hasn’t stopped entirely, but like harry always has known he’s simply hid himself away for as long as he can. he still looks the same; well a little different considering he’d chopped off his signature curls years ago for a film, they’d grown back for the most part so he’s more than certain he can just go out without worrying who he needs to please ( other than his damn self that’s for sure ). it’s relatively on the later side but harry’s gotten the effort to get off the phone with his mother & change into something for his own liking.

             the curly haired male simple reaches to tangle long fingertips through his hair, tugging it from his eyesight while emerald optics explore right over his tall frame. he’s well satisfied with the way he looks — casual, comfortable but still well presenting anyways. fingertips tap, tap, tap away at the glass of his cellular device for his ride which oddly enough comes quick enough for him. after a brief travel to the club he’d been mentioned about just hours before harry’s walking in ( no question about his appearance obviously ) & the flashing cameras nearly make him alive again. a cheeky smile falters over his expression while he’s ordering a drink & the second he turns the opposite way his world nearly stops ( just like it had a few years back ) — louis tomlinson. someone he’d been ever so fond of for such a long time & someone he also had to drink his heart out to get over too. swallowing thick as he catches all too mesmerizing cerulean eyes lock to his, he nearly shifts in his stance while his drink meets full lips, dropping once he hears that yorkshire accent push through lips he’d dreamed of his own being against. snapping from his momentary daze he breaks into a smile ( one as if he’s actually okay with this conversation ) only to lean in and give a risky hug to louis. “ hi louis, been awhile. long time, good to see you. ” harry replies, speaking slow & thick while his own accent rolls off of his tongue like honey almost — it’s insane how years of rushing around seem to slow down right as he’s met with louis once again.