2.3

The car ride to Harry's was nice. It was rather warm in the car, especially compared to the harsh wind outside, snow lazily wishing around, creating a rather pretty scene.

Louis watched Harry for a second before the younger lad spoke up.

"Luke Hemmings' band is playing in a venue tomorrow night, if you'd like to go as my date," he said casually, eyes flickering to Louis's face, smiling softly.

"Sure, Harry. I'd love to. Is it at the cool band garage that used to be a ware house?" Louis blushed after realizing what he'd said. "Sorry, I forgot you just recently moved here."

"It's okay. It is at that location. Have you ever been?"

"Back in the old days," Louis breathed out. "Man... It was once a cool ass ware house and Ed would take me there after school when we were about twelve. We'd play in it and mess around... It was wonderful, honestly. They eventually cleaned it out and made it a band garage, but I haven't been to it since Ed's mum caught us sneaking out and Ed and I weren't friends for much longer."

Harry realized in that moment that he could listen to Louis talk forever. Why hadn't he noticed these things about Louis before?

His shining blue eyes, his sharp but feminine facial features, the swell of his hips and bum, his cute little accent, his high-pitched voice, everything about Louis was just so pretty and Harry could stab himself for not admitting to himself beforehand that him being gay was a possibility.

"Harry? Are you listening?"

"Sort of," Harry admitted, smiling as he pulled onto his street. "I was just thinking for a second."

"Oh... I just wanted to know what your Christmas plans are."

"You. You're my Christmas plan, honestly. Mum and I usually celebrate alone because Gemma- Well... Anyways, we don't really have Christmas anymore and it's right after your birthday so I was thinking that I could take you away those days, if you wouldn't mind."

Louis blushed lightly, watching Harry pull in the empty drive of the pretty house. "Yes, I'd love that. We can discuss it later, I suppose."

"Eager?" Harry teased, unclipping his safety belt.

"I'm not the one who asked their family to evade the house," Louis said with a cute giggle, making Harry swoon as he climbed out of the car and moved quickly to open Louis's door.

Once inside and away from the brewing snow storm, they hung up their coats and removed their snow-soaked shoes. Harry couldn't help but kiss Louis, hands coming up to his chin gently before pulling away to pull off his Snapback and sweater.

Harry then watched as Louis shyly stood there, breath hitching when he saw Louis's tiny fingers go to the hem of his sweater.

They made eye contact, breathes held tightly, before Louis pulled the sweater over his head, the tee underneath going with it, revealing a pretty little chest.

Harry smiled when Louis blushed harder and the younger lad stepped foward, hands falling to Louis's waist, trailing up Louis's body and just caressing the pretty boy, eyes following his own fingers.

"You're so beautiful," Harry spoke, voice cracking. "You really are, Louis, and I'm sorry it took me this long to realize what I want- but it's you, honest. I only want you. And it's not for sex, like you might assume from how I'd previously acted. Hell, I'd die at eighty, a Louis virgin, if that means I can just spend the rest of my life with you."

"Cheese," Louis whispered, smiling softly.

"It's okay to be cheesey," Harry replied, wrapping his arms around Louis.

"It is," Louis agreed. "I love you... Being cheesy! I love how cheesy you!"

Harry smiled sadly, moving his head to kiss Louis's feathery hair. "I know you're confused, Lou. You spent months thinking I was straight after months of liking Ashton and years of loving Ed. It's going to take time, I know, but I want you to know-"

"You can have me," Louis interrupted, voice soft. "I want you, Harry, I'm not confused anymore. Please. Please take me," he begged in a whisper, clutching tightly to Harry's arms.

"Lou, calm down," Harry said with a breathy laugh. "I want you, yeah? I want you to he my boyfriend-"

"Harry... That's not... I want that, too, but it's not what I meant," Louis replied, eyes cast towards the floor.

Harry furrowed his brows. What?

Without further reply, Louis pulled at Harry's tee and Harry frowned, but removed it, letting out a sharp gasp when Louis stepped forward and began kissing Harry's chest.

"Louis," he mumbled, trying to pull away. "Louis, stop, I know- we can't do this. You're a v-vir-oh, God," Harry groaned as Louis bit gently at his collarbones, Harry's sweet spot, really, making the poor lad practically drop down to floor with how weak his knees became. "Shit, Lou, please quit."

"Why?" Louis asked, pulling away only slightly, hands still on Harry's body. "You don't want me?"

"Louis... You... You're a virgin. I want to be the one to take it, but I want it to he special. I don't really know what to do."

"You are special to me," Louis whined, pressing himself up against Harry. "I'll help you. Please, Harry, I'm begging you. I need you."

Harry let out a shaky sigh, hands gripping Louis's hips firmly. Louis thought he'd get refused again, but Harry bent down to connect their lips, pressing then gently to Louis's.

Louis sighed into it, pulling away only to bring Harry up to Harry's bedroom, grabbing the discarded shorts and tossing them into Harry's hamper once in the room. Louis sat neatly on the middle of the bed and Harry crawled over him, reattaching their lips.

The next half hour was spent with soft lips and removing clothes, a languid feeling in the atmosphere, a twinge of nervousness and excitement darting in and out occasionally.

Harry himself was so caught up in Louis's whimpers that he only just caught on when the older's whines went from pleasured to impatient.

Harry fumbled in his bedside drawer, giving up after a minute and pulling away from the boy to actually open the drawer and pull out a condom and lube.

"Have you always used a condom?" Louis asked shakily.

Something sparked in Harry's eyes before he sat back on his his legs. "Louis?"

"Yeah?"

"I... I'm a virgin."

Louis sat up as well, eyes wide. "No."

"Yeah... I've done things with girls, but I've never... I've always wanted to wait. My sister never got... Well, that's a different story for another day. I just wanted to let you know that I just as inexperienced as you. I just made it out like I've done it before... But I haven't."

Louis wanted to he upset about Harry basically lying to him, but he couldn't because a creeping feeling of ecstaticness was washing through his body.

"So... I'll be your first as well?"

Harry gave him a dimpled smile, nudging Louis's neck with his nose. "Yes," he whispered, "But I'm happy that way. I was sort of hoping... Explains the lube an the condom. I wanted this with you."

"No comdom," Louis said quietly. "It's my first time. I want to feel you... I can't get pregnant or catch a disease. Please."

"You'll get messy," Harry replied, uncapping the lube bottle.

"Either way, I'll need a shower after this," Louis said with a light laugh. "Please, Harry. Please."

Louis's begging once again got to Harry and he lubed up his thin fingers, watching Louis bend his knees and spread his legs a little.

Harry's only fingered a girl once and it wasn't enjoyable for him, so he was hoping Louis would make this better.

And, damn, he knew his wishes were granted when he gently pushed in a finger and Louis choked on something between a sob and a moan. Louis was just perfect and Harry could feel his chest tightening because of how stupid he'd been beforehand.

"Baby," Harry said as he carefully pushed in the finger. "Want you to tell me if something goes wrong or doesn't feel right, sweetie."

"Just do- shit, another," Louis whined even though Harry barely had one in.

"You're so tight, Lou, give me a minute."

It took ten. Harry wanted to take his time and go slow so that Louis was ready. Harry wasn't exactly small and Louis, well, Louis was small. A petite little thing, really, and Harry didn't mind- it's not like he was taking dick up his arse- not ever, so he idolized Louis for that.

Eventually, though, Harry pushed in another finger and it took less time to add a third, praying he was doing it right. By then, Louis was begging for Harry to actually be in him, so Harry lubed and lined up his dick, pressing into Louis gently, watching the older boy arch in his grip.

"So big," Louis groaned even though Harry was barely an inch inside of him.

Harry smiled softly, nudging again at Louis's neck. "I like you, Lou."

Louis giggled softly, despite the burn in his bum. "I like you, Harry."

Harry pushed in a little more, going slow until he was all the way in, letting out several panting breaths and trying not to come with the feeling of Louis clenching around him.

Louis was crying, but he looked okay, only a little fucked out so far.

"Move," Louis requested, allowing Harry to pull out and gently back in. Harry continued that a few more times before picking up his pace, fucking into Louis's prostate, into Louis, who was repeating Harry's name now, eyes closed and body clenching.

"Thank you," Louis whispered when Harry's hand snaked to poor Louis's throbbing erection, jacking him off only three times before Louis came on his own tummy, Harry only six thrusts behind, his own cum now deep inside Louis.

"Shit," Harry breathed as he pulled out. "You are messy, Lou. So pretty, makes me want to have another go."

Louis let out a wet laugh. "No, thanks. Bathe me, slave."

Harry chuckled, but carried Louis to the washroom.

~~~

"Damn, it smells in here. Like sex and boy."

"Oh, Gems, don't wake them if they've had a long night!"

"Look, Harry's already stirring, Daph, I want food and Harry makes killer pancakes. Harry, get up-" A scream followed by curses woke both boys up and Harry snatched the removed blanket over his body. "Ew, I just saw two dicks and one was my brother's," Gemma whined.

"Well maybe you shouldn't show up in my room at right in the morning, you knocker," Harry grumbled after sparing his clock a glance. "What do you want?"

"Pancakes," Daphne said, smiling at Harry.

Harry grumbled. "Give me a minute. Go away."

The two girls left and Louis started laughing, making Harry smile up at Louis's sitting figure sleepily.

"Put on some of my clothes, cutie, I'll go make breakfast," Harry said as he climbed out of the bed, causing Louis to blush.

"Harry...?"

"What?"

"You have... Um, scratches," Louis said quietly. "I don't remember-"

"Well, I fucked you into obliviation," Harry replied with a smirk. "How's your bum?"

"It's fi-holy fuck." Louis winced as he stood u, covering himself as Harry tossed him pajamas, making Harry laugh a bit.

"We just had sex and you're covering yourself, Lou."

Louis stuck out his tongue before dressing and climbing back in bed. "Go make pancakes," he ordered, pointing towards the door.

~~~

"You two are so cute," Daphne said as she walked hand-in-hand with Gemma beside the two boys. They were shopping for the concert-thing Luke's band was having tonight, since Daphne and Gemma didn't plan on staying this long, and the mall was the perfect place.

Harry tightened his arm around Louis's waist, smiling gently and pecking Louis's forehead. "Thank you. Lou looks cute in my hat."

"You look cute in my beanie," Louis replied with a giggle, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I like your hat on me, though."

Harry smiled again, giving Louis a quick and proper kiss, ignoring a woman who glared at the four of them.

"Okay, so in taking Louis to Hot Topic," Harry announced.

"We'll be at Victoria's Secret," Gemma replied, winking before leading her girlfriend through the mall.

"We're gonna get band tees," Harry replied to Louis's confuse look. "Maybe hit up the Snapback store as well."

"As if you don't have plenty."

"I don't have one that you picked out," Harry countered, grinning as Louis blushed.

They arrived at Hot Topic and looks around for a bit until they picked out some tees. Louis was just skimming though a rack when his hands stopped themselves, eye locked on a pretty little lingerie dress with matching knickers and, wow, the crimson ribbon looked really good just against Louis's tan hands.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked, stepping beside Louis with a smirk on his face.

Louis nodded sheepishly, cheeks scarlet.

"Well... I'll get it for you."

Louis looked up at Harry, shaking his head. "It's okay, Harry-"

"Maybe if you're good tonight, I'll let you wear that pretty outfit tomorrow, yeah?" Harry said lowly, lips against Louis's cheek.

The smaller shivered, clutching the hanger. "Okay."

"Good," Harry replied, smirking as he grabbed the lingerie. "Please be good."

~~~

This was supposed to be up Thursday but I got grounded again sorry

QOTC: will Louis be Harry's good boy? *smirks*

Okay how was that smut bc I personally liked it I've never really written it that way

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