2.6

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Louis says loudly as he feels someone jump on his back- totally not Harry,

who's sitting down in front of him. "What peasant is touching me!?"

"It's the royal joker," Harry teases, reaching over to pinch the pale arm around Louis's chest, earning a squeak from the person.

"Niall," Louis scolded. "Let go of me."

"I just wanted a hug," Niall pouted, plopping down beside Calum.

"You've had enough," Harry answered for Niall. "Don't touch my Louis!"

"I thought we had something special, Harry!" Liam fake-gasped from his spot lying across an arm chair, legs hanging off of the end of it.

Harry rolled his eyes, leaning back on the couch as Louis plopped into his lap.

"Where's Ashton?" Zayn asked quietly as he strummed along his guitar. "I thought he was coming."

"He is," Liam replied, tilting his head so that he could see Zayn. "He said he had to grab something."

"Poor Luke, out with a cold, you said, Zayn?" Niall asked.

"He is," Zayn muttered, wanting a band mate in his presence so he wasn't as uncomfortable. "Michael went to take care of him."

"Aw," Louis cooed, smiling in delight. "And how's your love life, Zayn?"

"Music is my soul mate," Zayn replied without a heartbeat of pause.

"Nice," Liam snorted as he typed on his phone.

"How's your love life going, Li? See any cute boys around?" Louis asked.

"Plenty of guys are attractive, but I'm in for personality," Liam said. "Someone who's funny and loud and unpredictable... Maybe with dimples and bandanas and a love for music..." He trailed off, a shy smile on his face.

"You like Ashton!" Louis gasped, leaning forward with his excitement. "No way!"

Liam shrugged. "We aren't middle school girls, Louis."

"Ashton's straight," Zayn said with a raised eyebrow.

Liam shot him an annoyed look, eyes narrowed. "As if you-"

"Okay, let's not argue," Louis interrupted. "We're here to celebrate the greatest thing on this planet... Me!"

Harry chuckled, pressing a small kiss into Louis's neck.

"Greatest," Calum muttered, rolling his eyes with a small smile on his face.

"Especially since it's almost my birthday!" Louis cheered. "The day your queen was born. We should be celebrating!"

There was a knock on the door and Harry removed himself from the couch, excusing himself to go answer Louis's front door.

"So why'd you invite a bunch of people you barely know to celebrate your birthday?" Zayn asked suddenly, raising his eyebrows at Louis.

"I need more friends," Louis said simply before getting more elaborate when Liam looked confused. "I never really got along with anyone after I came out but Harry helped me realize that I should let people in if they truly want to be."

"Isn't that cute?" Niall cooed, leaning over and pinching Louis's cheeks.

"Shut the hell-"

"Louis!"

Louis held up a finger and stood up but Harry had already come into the room, two boys following him. Ashton came in, eyes flittering around until they found Liam and then came Ed, who stared at Louis and Louis only.

"Did you invite Ed?" Harry asked harshly, glaring at Louis.

"No," Louis snapped. "I wouldn't do that without your permission."

"You need permission?" Zayn asked, pulling a cigarette to his thin lips and cupping one hand while he lit it.

"No," Louis hissed at the same time as Harry firmly said, "Yes."

They exchanged eye contact, both boys growing irritated.

"I can invite whoever I want over. I would just ask Harry if that's okay because he's practically my boyfriend."

"Is he?" Ed sneered. "Sort of like how I was 'practically your boyfriend' a week ago?"

"I can't stop myself from loving Harry!" Louis nearly yelled.

Everyone looked over at him as they were a bit surprised of the outburst.

"Love?" Ed repeated, voice cracking.

Louis's face fell into a look of despair and he stepped towards Ed, who backed up. "Ed-"

"Don't," Ed growled. "Thanks for the invite, Ash, but this was a bad idea."

Ed turned around and left while Louis let out a defeated sigh.

Harry finally took a good look at Louis's face and saw just how sad the boy was. He sighed and grabbed Louis's arm, pulling the smaller lad in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled as Ashton thankfully started a random conversation with the other lads, distracting them from the drama that just occurred.

"Why are you sorry?" Louis asked, genuinely wanting to know why. Harry didn't tell Ed to leave.

"Maybe I should be friendlier," Harry said  "After all, I'd hate to lose someone as great as you. You're my everything and I get that Ed wants you but I need you."

Louis couldn't help but smile into Harry's chest, a blush on his cheeks. "Do you?"

"I really do. I love you, Louis and I want to make this official, okay? Give me a few days and a promise not to go back to Ed."

They were quiet, but Louis still didn't want to have this conversation in front of these people that he'd- for the most part- recently became friends with. Some of them (Zayn) weren't even considered an actual friend anyways, so he wasn't comfortable at all now.

"Later," Louis promised to the conversation, giving Harry a small, forced smile as he pulled away. "I'm not in the mood at the moment."

Harry understood the real problem immediately and agreed to talking later on. He kissed Louis's forehead and brought them both to the couch, where he sat in their previous spot, pulling Louis onto his lap.

"So, what do you think about the band now that you've seen it a few times?" Ashton asked Louis a soon as they were sat comfortably.

"It's good," Louis answered, "I've always been more into, like, oldies pop and musical songs, but your band is very good."

"Thank you," Ashton said proudly. "We're still training Michael a bit but he caught on fast."

"Dunno if I like him," Calum spoke up. "He's sort of a douchebag."

"Because you're not?" Niall fired, raising an eyebrow at his newly claimed boyfriend.

"Oh, shots fired!" Ashton said with a loud, slightly obnoxious laugh.

"You aren't a white girl, chill," Louis said with a roll of his blue eyes.

"You just said 'chill'," Harry pointed out. "That was white girl. 'Shots fired'? Not quite."

Louis shot Harry a glare that had the younger saying, "Sorry, I love you" in seconds.

~~~

"Hello," Louis mumbled as he climbed into the bed, immediately taking shelter under Harry's arm and warm blankets. "It's me."

"What?" Harry asked with a laugh. "Are you Adele?"

"Possibly," Louis said with a giggle, tucking himself further into the larger. "Who are you, Jack Skeleton?"

"Ouch," Harry said quietly. "Shots fired."

Louis smacked Harry lightly with his hand, letting another giggle tumble from his lips. "Stop it. I hate that."

"I hate you," Harry mumbled, a smile on his face nevertheless.

"You don't."

"You're right. I don't."

Louis grinned, pulling himself in closer yet again, making little fists into Harry's shirt. "S'getting cold."

"M'sorry, boo," Harry mumbled, pulling Louis in a little closer. "I love you."

"I love you," Louis said quickly, climbing onto Harry's broad body and just laid down. "Mmm."

"Sleepy?" Harry asked, gripping Louis's bum and pulling him impossible closer.

"Yes," Louis said softly. "But I've got to drive home-"

"I'll just take you or you may stay here," Harry offered.

"I know but I'll be with you all of the time soon. Let me go home. I'll see you soon."

Harry whined but let Louis go.

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First of all, I really really really am really really really sorry about the wait. I've had tons to do, little sleep, and no motivation. Next chapter will long (3000 to 4000 I'm hoping).

If you like m!preg, affairs, drama, and cross dressing Louis, go check out my new story called Once (; *self promotes horrid stories for rest of pathetic life*

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