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  Growing up you're either fond of something or you loathe their very existence, Louis had both. He was quite fond of his neighbour, Alex, Alex Styles with smart green eyes, black hair and a charming smile that wiggled its way in Louis' life making a spot in his eight year old self. 

But then comes the loathe of his existence in the form of the devil's spawn itself, Harry motherfucking Styles, with similar green eyes but they were far more greener and darker, Louis hated him, curly brown locks that bounced around, bunny teeth maniacal smile pairing with deep dimples that rubbed Louis every time the wrong way because it was so goddamn frustrating.

On one hand while Louis adored and glowed under Alex's attention he flushed and scoffed under Harry's unwanted teasing.

Don't get him wrong, he didn't even mean to be rivals with Harry because for gods sake they weren't even neighbors, just people who Live across each other, but the first time Louis was introduced to Harry the boy bit his ring finger off, sharp enough for Louis to Cry in pain and a cut to appear on his tiny finger that bled out, that was the day he decided when his teary eyes met Harry's stupid green ones that he's always always gonna hate him, hate the boy with no manners. 

And that's when Alex came to the rescue.

It worsen even more as years went by because Alex was not his academic rival Harry was, it irked him because how can he have the perfect score and be on the stupid football team simultaneously! And the fact that his parents never failed to remember him how perfect Harry was didn't helped much.  The comparison sometimes felt like a burden that was slowly burying Louis under the ground with how heavy it felt. He wanted to be free, to live a life where he didn't had neither his parents nor Harry in it. 

"Louis be more like Harry why don't you? He's in the same grade as you but look at him, he's got a scholarship in Harvard because of his capabilities." His mother said making him freeze. This is what he meant. He can't have a break can he? 

"Uh mum I got in Harvard too... is Harry going  there?" He gulps down the peas, a shock look crosses her before she nods, "Yes. Why didn't you tell us about your acceptance letter! How can you be so incompetent Louis! Irresponsible!" She hisses.

 "I-I didn't got the chance—"

"Whatever. It's not like you got a scholarship like Harry. Eat your food." His father coldly interrupts, being an only child sucked when your parents expected you to do more, excel both lives. Louis didn't had the other, social one because none of his friends stayed with him more often, they said he was a pretentious person like his parents which he refuses to believe. 

Hence why he stopped making friends, either way they wasted his time. He had more important issues to worry about. Like how in the hell is he going to survive Harry Styles in college? Not to forget how Alex went there too. While he was utterly happy that he got to see Alex after a year of departure he found himself agitated that Harry would berate him there too. 

Everyone in Louis' life always compared him with Harry except Alex who often said that Louis was perfect as he is he didn't need to be annoying like Harry maybe that's why he liked him so much. 

******

Louis squinted his eyes at the mirror, eyeing his features for a slight error—

"Jesus Blue the mirror is going to break. You're so pathetic." A voice almost sneers from beside and Louis rolls his eyes before applying a thick layer of gloss on his lips, he smacks it and pouts satisfied with how glittery his lips look and then turns to face the devil's spawn himself, who eyes him with a weird look but then he schools his expression into a blank one and stares back.

"What's more pathetic is your existence." Louis sweetly says and the boy rolls his green eyes, "For someone with a perfect GPA that was a lame comeback." 

"It's better than your stupid boots." 

"My boots are fine, glitters. Who are you even looking that good for? Your boyfriend?" Harry sarcastically quips and Louis grins, 

"I wish he was. But no." 

"Alex?" Louis perks but then deflates, his crush was evident to everyone except Alex himself, everyone knew, even Harry who rolls his eyes scoffing under his breathe, 

"What?" Louis snaps, "Don't I look good? Won't Alex like it—"

"Shut up Louis." Harry grunts picking his headphones like the grumpy teenager that he is and putting it on his ears falling back against flight seat. Louis sticks his tongue at his too broad figure and then grabs the book he was about to read. 

 Somewhere in between he finds himself dozing off to sleep, maybe the night was catching up to him he was so excited to be out of his parents home and meet Alex to finally start their college romance that all night he ended up thrashing here and there instead of sleeping.

*****

"So soft." Louis mumbles squishing the pillow he was resting his head on, "I know I'm very soft, Princess. But we gotta get up. Everyone's already left." The pillow mumbles and Louis frowns, pillows doesn't talk and even if they did they won't use that stupidly deep drawl. 

"Good morning, shortcake. You're a delight to see." 

"Oh no my makeup. Excuse me! Excuse me, ma'am is my makeup all messed up?" He asks to the hostess who smiles kindly, "You're still very pretty." 

"Damn right." Harry mumbles, the sound nothing but a jumble of words for Louis to pick up, he grabs up his stuff, "If we're done here I'd like to reach my campus by time, blue." Louis' eyes widens at the proximity and the warm hand on his hip that actually encompasses in one hold.

Louis controls the shiver that takes over him and scoffs moving away, "Hands to yourself and thank you." He says the latter to the hostess before gathering his own stuff and exiting the plane.

Harry gets their suitcases grumbling about Louis being such a pillow princess and the shorter boy just fans himself watching how Harry's bulky arms easily pick his heavy cases.

 He doesn't drool. Nope. He's very loyal to his crush. And Harry is his enemy. 

Louis spots Alex almost immediately, his wide blue taking in the tall figure, a cap on his black head, Louis' heart dances and his stomach erupts in butterflies. 

"Hey asshole!" Harry yells making Alex look up, a grin splitting on his handsome face and he advances towards them, engulfing Louis in a hug first who immediately cuddles towards him inhaling smell of pines and musky cologne.  

"Lou!" Alex chimes cuddling him further and then pressing a kiss on his hair, "Hi." Louis mumbles—

"The moment is very emotional trust me but can you acknowledge me? Because I'm still here standing with loads in my hands." Harry snaps and they break apart, Alex laughing as he pulls away from Louis' body instead walking to his brother and hugging him. Louis notices their height difference, despite being older Alex is a head shorter than Harry, who is more broader too. Minus his petulant attitude you'd think he is the elder sibling.

 "Missed you both!" Alex exclaims and then grabs Louis by the shoulder as they all strut towards the exit.

 Louis giggles at Alex's random jokes and terrible sense of humour. Harry ignores them for the most part headphones on as he glares at his phone, Louis frowns at his stupid attitude.

It was a miracle that he and Harry didn't shared a dorm but they'd be sharing classes seeing Harry had to pick the exact same major as him. 

When Alex asks Harry questions he just mumble them out and doesn't even look at Louis who rolls his eyes because Harry's always the sour face.

 "I'd love to give the both of you campus tour—"

"Thanks bro. But I'd rather have it on my own, don't want sweet Lou to hate me more now do I?" Harry asks.

"What do you mean?" Alex confusedly laughs while Louis' got his face flaming hot, he glares at Harry, 

"Nothing. He's a knob, an utter Knob I swear to god." 

"Nah you know what? I'm tagging along." And that's how Louis' hatred intensified even more.

****

To think that after being in college for more than a year and being the leader of the football team and the captain of Alpha phi beta fraternity would bring some maturity in Harry was an understatement. 

From where should Louis even start? He wished he had opted for Oxford instead, or maybe NYU, he would've stayed miles away from Harry and Alex, and his parents, 

The first year was hardly sufferable, Louis made it through though, barely holding onto a thread because even for him college was getting on his nerves and the fact that Alex got a girlfriend and Harry was even more irritating didn't help him.

The second year Louis was used to it, he got used to the teasing and pranks Harry pulled Louis replied him back with even more menacing ones but they always seemed dull in comparison to Harry's. Who surprised him every time with his new menacing brain. 

Louis was frustrated how one person can have so many different abilities at once, during one two times when Louis pranked the other boy he remembers missing two class tests because of how into he was into plotting themes after themes to bring Harry down. While Harry? That goddamn motherfucker aced his classes like he didn't had an entire planning room with green boards and stuff to plot against Louis. He hates him even more for that. So fucking much.

Now let's get back to Louis' broken heart, Alex got a girlfriend, right? When Louis found out about that he—to absolutely no one's surprise—cried, cried until his emotionless dorm mate who also happens to smoke weed at ungodly hours, barged in his room and frowned. It was a reaction from Zayn, who didn't even blinked when Louis used to burst his playlist in their dorm. 

"Wanna make fun of me—go on, do it, Harry does that too. Join him—"

"Mate shut the hell up. Here you go." Zayn snorts rolling his eyes as he pushes something towards him, Louis bleary eyed and puffy lids looks down to see weed—He knows it's weed because he's picked up too much of them to not know— "I-I don't—"

"Trust me shit works everytime." And that was when Louis smoked his first weed.

"Remember to stay away from drugs, sweetie." His mother's cold voice rang and he giggled all the while inhaling the said drug that he was about to supposedly stay away from. 

Eighteen year old Louis would've gone batshit crazy if he saw this twenty year old new rebel Louis.

*******

"Motherfucker, asshole, son of a bitch—No let's not bring Anne to this, stupid bastard, Don't even know how to fucking respect people." Louis grumbles shoving his dirty clothes in the basket, he ignores his roommate slash best friend, "That's a lot of colourful words even from a rainbow like you babe." 

"I wanna—"

"Kill Harry. Stab him and bury him in the woods. I know." Louis grunts and sits down, "You won't believe what that asshole did today! So we're having this poetry competition right? Harry doesn't even like poetry for fucks sake but he qualified into top students! He's going to win that too I just know!" Louis wails.

"How'd you know he isn't into poetry?"

"Zayn! Alex is the poet! Don't you see the notes he leaves me everyday? Bet that Harold is going to cheat and win because Alex is such a nice poet." He sighs dreamily, hands finding the old paper and caressing it, 

"Alex has a girlfriend." Zayn reminds and Louis pouts feeling bitterness at Tasha's—the girl who didn't do anything but Louis' read somewhere that your crush's girlfriend is your mortal enemy— face, 

"He used to leave this back home you know, but then it stopped when he left for college and now here we are back with the poetries again. Isn't he the sweetest?" Louis gushes caressing the beautiful handwriting, the words so beautifully written, the penmanship almost unreal.

"I've never known any religion but you, you're the closest thing to something I'd ever worship." Was what that note said. How? How does Louis even believe that this is from the same man who has a girlfriend?

He could confront Alex and it'll be solved but he's tried it once and Alex was too embarrassed to admit it so Louis left it.

******

"Alex." A thirteen year old Louis breathes, his little heart thumping in his chest as he stares at Alex who smiles at him, all charming and handsome with his perfectly aligned teeth unlike someone who was a bunny with his two front teeth. They weren't cute, alright? 

"Hey Lou!" Louis blushes when his eyes drop down to the sweaty boy, "I-I got your—"

"Alex! Mumma's asking for you—oh what are you doing here?" Harry almost glowers at Alex before looking at Louis, wide green eyes shining in the sun, Louis rolls his eyes, "Talking to Alex what's that got to do with you, assface?"

Harry smirks and it's so fucking menacing Louis wants to smash his face, "Oh Sweet Lou—" before he could say anything Alex is smacking him on the head, "Hey no harassing him alright? Lou you wanted to say about something?" 

"Oh yeah I got your no—"

"Shit! Lou I'm sorry but seems like mum is really asking for me." Louis, poor Louis mistook the heat from the sun on Alex's red face to something entirely different.

******

"Hmm looking lovely tonight. A date?" An annoying voice which Louis' known since he was six comes, he silently groans but decides that he'll stick to his resolve from last night.

"Ooh so we're on the silent treatment? Doll, you're breaking my heart here." Louis softly hums to himself, he flicks through a page of the book he was reading, the professor wasn't in class yet.

He gasps when he's being turned around, eyes wide and so close to Harry's face, he could see the flecks of golden and blue in the pine like green eyes, warm breathe fanning over Louis making his heart traitorously thud in his chest. 

"Who's the fucker, angel?" Harry's voice is deep like molasses and Louis was falling into an unknown territory.

"Fuck off." He grits though it comes breathy, what with Harry leaning over with his stupidly large hands resting on the hand rest on top of Louis' hands, 

"Sure. Who is it?" Louis frowns, how did Harry even knew he had a date? 

"The fuck's gotten in you? Do you make everyone's life a living hell just because they like to have some fun?" He asks and Harry smirks, why are his lips so fucking pink and distracting? 

Shut up, brain! 

 "No, shortcake. Only yours." 

"I hate you so much." Harry coos, "Awwie, as if I don't hate you more. Cmon." Louis frowns,

"Excuse Me?" 

"We don't have much time, The prof is gonna be here soon, shortcake. Cmon!" He urges and tugs Louis' wrist who frowns but stands up nonetheless.

"You're sabotaging my date!" Louis shrieks, "He isn't worth it." Louis should've pulled his hand back but the warmth felt nice so he let Harry pull him.

 "Where are we going?"

"Surprises ever heard of them, glitters?" Louis snorts and smacks Harry's gigantic hands, "Let go off me you giant. Where are we going!" He stomps his foot and Harry looks at him before chuckling, "No. now come here and wear this—"

"Oh no no no, nope, no, nada, non, I'm not wearing this and neither am I sitting on that. This got to be some sick joke, Harold." He laughs disbelievingly.

"Wear this." 

"No I won't." 

"I'll force you and it won't be pretty." 

"First of all you kidnap me from my lecture, debunk my—"

"Jesus Christ baby, you talk so much." Harry hisses pulling him forward and cupping his mouth, Louis doesn't shiver at the tone, and definitely not the term.

"I'm not your baby." He weakly says pushing Harry who smiles softly, dimples on show and Louis wants to smack him. But can't because Harry's trapped his hands.

"Shut up, darling." And then he's shoving the helmet down on Louis' head who whines shaking his head, "Louis. Quiet." With a weak growl Louis silences,

"Good boy, cmon now hop on." The praise lits firework in his system and he frowns at that, This was Harry, the same Harry whom Louis loathes too much to feel something weird and erotic like this.

Nonetheless he hops behind Harry with a grumble, "Hold on to me and trust me alright? I'm not gonna hurt you." 

"I don't fucking trust you, asswipe." He bites Harry's back making the taller one Yelp, "Damn you're so kinky, sweetheart." 

"Harry I swear to god—ah!" He screams tightening his hands around Harry's waist at the sudden jerk from his bike.

"H-Harry." He whimpers clutching his eyes tightly when the boy starts the bike with a stupid speed that has Louis feeling the wind on his face. He doesn't like this, no. 

Salty tears trickle down his face as he holds Harry's front tightly with his clenched fists, "P-Please stop." He whispers but due to the wind Harry's not able to hear him. 

"How'd you feel?" The boy yells through the wind, Louis sobs softly hating Harry with every cell in his body.

 This was by far the worst prank of all, Louis can taste death on his tongue and he's too young still a virgin to die because of a bike ride.

Obviously sensing no answer from Louis, Harry stops, the moment the devious vehicle is on a halt Louis jumps off it, removing the helmet which doesn't seem to come off frustrating Louis even more, he sniffs—

"Lou? Louis hey hey it's—"

"Don't touch me." Louis growls finally removing the helmet and pushing it on Harry's hand who blinks shocked, "I—"

"Save it,  how much pleasure do you get from torturing me like this, huh? Does this make you happy? Do you hate me that much? Does my presence make you so sick? Well news flash Harry I've never hated anyone as much I—"

"Shut up." Harry growls yanking Louis so that they're faces apart, "Just shut the fuck up." Harry softly mumbles, knocking their noses together, Louis' breathe gets caught and his eyes flutter, "I'm sorry alright? I didn't know that—"

"I don't wanna hear you. Let go off me." He whimpers tears trickling down his face, He hates how helpless and probably pathetic he looks in front of Harry crying like this. He knows the boy's about to make a joke out of him. 

Stop crying like a pathetic baby Louis. No one likes weaklings like you—

"I'm sorry shh I didn't know. I'm so sorry." Harry whispers wiping his tears and Louis shakes his hand off from his face turning his head away, his chin was wobbling and the surrounding was different. Forceful but soft hands grip his face making him look into deep greens, "I'm so sorry, baby." 

He pulls away from Harry's hold walking away to wherever his feet take him, because being close to Harry was doing something to him, he sniffs and wipes his face. 

"Louis—"

"I don't want to talk to you." He mumbles clearing his throat, 

"The dorms are far from here, you don't know where we are, Louis." 

"I'll find my way myself. Don't have to babysit me." He says stopping when he sees a bunch of flowers, they're so pretty and look so radiant especially the sunflowers that they almost make him smile, but then he pushes it off making haste towards his dormitory.

 He doesn't look back at Harry. He can go fuck himself. He just crossed a limit today and Louis wasn't going to forgive him for that, 

"Blue. Please look at me." Harry's voice stops him and he clenches his fist ready to hit the boy but pauses when he sees a bunch of fresh sunflowers and a wrapped croissant, "I'm sorry, I truly am. This wasn't a prank, I swear, strawberry. Just wanted to make peace between us." The old nickname has Louis tingling, 

When they were kids Harry had this obsession of teasing him with names like Strawberry because Louis was always red and he looked like one. Stupid reason but it made Louis angry and Harry happy so he continued.  But then the nickname evolved into blue, shortcake, sweetheart, darling and god knows what.

Baby.

"I still hate you. There's no peace between you and me." He snaps grabbing both items, Harry nods silently, "Okay. At least let me drop you back—"

"No. I'm calling Alex or Zayn to pick me up. I'm not sitting on that ever again." 

"Of course you'll call Alex. Why do I even bother?" He mutters, jaw clenched and a new type of expression in his eyes, Louis frowns, "Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Call him. I'm waiting." He rasps looking other way.

Louis scoffs at the weird boy before dialling Alex, he picks it up in four rings and promises to be there in few minutes. Louis is a tingling mess as he stutters and thanks him.

"Pathetic." Harry mutters, sounding annoyed, "Man up and stop mumbling, Styles." Louis snaps and the boy looks up dumbfounded, "I wasn't.....doesn't matter." He turns to walk the other way leaving Louis alone, who frowns at his back before looking at the bunch of sunflowers and the croissant, when he sinks his teeth in the pastry his heart stutters because how does Harry even know that strawberry and chocolate filling in croissant were his favourite? They didn't even sell these anymore.

Maybe Louis went too—

No this is not the time to get soft on Harry. He didn't deserve this. Still Louis followed the tall Sulky figure, nibbling on his croissant and enjoying every bit of it.

"You should leave—"

"I'm waiting with you." Harry finalises removing his phone, his lips quirk to the side in a shadow of smile, must be one of his conquest something burns in Louis at the thought.

He hates how every time he's seen Harry at campus, the boy's always got people especially pretty ones wrapped around him. Must be nice to be desired so badly.

 Alex's car makes a noise pulling Louis out of his reverie, he turns and smiles at his crush who winks getting out, "How did you both get in here?" He asks and Louis huffs, "It's nothing, can we please just go?" 

"Of course, love. Harry everything alright?" 

"Fine." Harry grunts climbing on his bike, his eyes are on Louis who doesn't break eye contact even when Alex ushers him to his car, there's something, some message in Harry's green eyes, a sort of pleading but Louis ignores it, just like how he ignores his heart that's thumping in his chest not because he's sitting with Alex, his crush but because of his enemy who's staring at him like that.

"He's still a child, Jesus." Alex mumbles.

******

"Hello." Louis answers his phone looking around for his date, he frowns when there's no one entering through the doors of the cafe.

"Hey babe. Is he not there yet?" Zayn's worried voice comes and Louis tries not to cry because this was the fifth date that's stood him up, and the worst thing was they were the ones who asked him out in the first place!

Louis stands up angry and upset, "He didn't! I'm coming back." 

"It's okay. Was a sucker anyway." Zayn consoles but it doesn't help, not at all.

 "You know what? Let's go to the frat party. Liam's team won so they hosted the greatest party of all time. Plus maybe you'd meet someone there." Louis sniffs and wipes his nose,

"Okay." He replies clearly forgetting who the frat belongs to. 

And the moment he realises it, it's too late because he can see Harry's cocky smirk tempting him to smack it off by a slap or a punch. 

 Louis rolls his eyes and takes a sip off his drink, Zayn's holding him by the waist securing him from the drunk teenagers.

"How was your date?" Harry asks with a smile that's too wide and satisfying, Louis frowns, "Who told you I had a date?" 

"News travel fast around babe." He chirps, "Harreh!" A voice too clingy and too squeaky yells making Louis cringe, "Yes babe!" Harry wraps his arms around the thin blonde's waist, the head cheerleader, so cliche. 

"We're missing you there!" Harry smiles and nods looking down at her, In a way that has Louis rubbing off in the wrong way. He clenches his jaw and gulps the white claw in his hand all in go, 

"Have fun around, sweetheart and don't get too cozy with my brothers, I'd hate to hurt them." He winks and walks away with the cheerleader in his arms, Louis frowns, why would Harry hurt his own frat brothers if Louis try to get cozy with them—he would never but still. 

Blaming it on Harry's drunkenness he sways along with the crowd. Soon enough he comes across Ethan who's smiling and probably flirting with the boy who he's leaning towards, "Louis no." Zayn mumbles but Louis' far too gone to hear him as he storms through the crowd and yanks Ethan by the back of his tee.

"What the—" 

"You fucker." Louis seethes, and the boy gulps, "I-I'm—"

"Don't date him, he's just a liar trust me you'll be fine without him." Louis says to the other petite boy, who looks intrigued, "No! No! Look it's not like that I promise." It was comical how he looked he was about to cry, Louis snorts, "Yeah says the boy who stood me—

"My life was at risk! I promise, you're very very pretty, Louis trust me, if it was up to me I would love to take you out but I can't, Styles will fuck me up and make my life a living hell. I've fucked it up already by saying that, I'm sorry you're hurt—"

"Fuck off." Louis mutters pushing the other boy away and walking more like stumbling out. Styles? Which one? Was it Harry? But why would Harry do something like that? No maybe it was Alex, did Alex got jealous? But why? He's here with his pretty girlfriend dancing with her so why sabotage Louis' date? 

A mixture between a sob and laugh leaves Louis' mouth who finds himself stumbling out of the frat house.

If he likes Alex so much then why is there disappointment in him at the thought of him sabotaging his date? Why does he wishes it was Harry instead? Why does he wish for Harry to be jealous? 

He gasps in horror, that can't be! He doesn't feel anything for Harry, he can't. Not when he's so much in love with Alex—

The door behind him creaks and he wipes his face, when he turns his eyes are a bit blurry to see who the other person is, they're tall and with curly dark hair—

"Alex?" When Alex sits down his face is still a bit blurry to Louis who tries to smile, "What're you doing out in the cold, Princess." His voice is a bit on the deeper side too, must be the alcohol, the same alcohol that's running in Louis' system too that it's hard for him to think straight.

 "Felt like my chest was squeezing inside." 

"You're so pliable when drunk. So polite it's almost surreal." Alex sounds so gentler, Louis' heart stutter, he blushes and looks down, "Look at Me, blue." The same voice says and Louis frowns, Alex never calls him blue. 

"How drunk are you?" 

"Have you been scaring away my dates?" Louis asks rubbing his eyes until he's cleared them to see Harry not Alex but Harry, with his bright green eyes and luscious curls.

"No my brother did. He's an asshole who likes you very much, so much so that he's broken every single rule for you. You just don't notice him much do you?" 

"That's not true. I—"

"Let's get you out of here, Princess." 

"Why'd your brother do something like that? He-He likes me?" Louis asks and Harry hums, wrapping his arm around Louis' waist to stabilise him, he shivers at how Louis feels extremely small. 

He nuzzles in Harry's warmth inhaling some weird scent, "Y-You smell like-like cherries." Louis whispers and Harry hums, Louis feels his nose in his hair. "You don't like that?" 

"No." His answer is a mumble.

"Okay, blue." When he gently pulls Louis away, he frowns, because the warmth felt nice against the harsh cold, Harry's removing his jacket and reaching it out throw it away somewhere, "There you go. Anything else?" Louis giggles softly and shakes his head.

"Weirdo." 

"Anything for you, baby." Louis bites his lip and cuddles in his warm again, "I'm sleepy." 

"Think you can walk?" Louis shakes his head feeling himself dizzy at the motion, "Alright I'll bend down and you can climb my back. Gonna give you a piggy back ride, Hmm, sweetheart?" 

What's with Harry and his nicknames and his hospitality? But most of all why do Louis like them? His stomach is filled with butterflies when he circles his hands around Harry's neck before wrapping his legs around his waist from behind. 

Large hands hold his thighs and Louis hides his face in Harry's neck holding a whimper because of how hot this feels, Harry's hands are so large and warm that Louis feels tingles in his groin.

By the time they've reached he's off like a bulb.

******

"I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body."

 Louis licks his lip as he continues to stare at the note that he found this morning outside his room, a sigh leaves him and he looks up to see who probably is the culprit of this, Alex. Who's standing with his girlfriend, hands around her hips and smiling as if he didn't just gave this stupid poetry to Louis. 

 Who does this? Write this type of poem to someone who you don't even look at twice? Louis waits for the butterflies but they don't make an appearance. He confusedly sighs and keeps the note neatly tucked in his bag before gathering his books and walking to English lit. 

Louis sits down on the seat, eyes flickering to the door as if he's waiting for something or someone, someone with green eyes and a stupid deep voice. 

He perks up in his seat when he sees Harry entering, the boy has his head down, shades resting on his eyes as  he makes his way to his usual spot. Beside Louis.

 Louis nibbles the inside of his cheeks hearing grumbling grunts from beside, "Well good morning sunshine." Louis chirps annoying him further, Harry just grunts, "Not today, Louis." 

Louis? What happened to shortcake? Blue? Baby? The said boy tries not to sulk at that instead poking Harry,

"I hope you have a good time being on the second position today. Because I'm winning the competition here, without cheating that is." He says and Harry looks at him, even with the shades on Louis can see the confused look in his eyes.

"Huh? Who's cheating and on what?"

"The poetry, idiot. It's clear you don't have an inkling of romantic poetry in you." 

Harry snorts, "You'd be surprised." At this Louis frowns, "What's that supposed to mean? It's clear that you took Alex's help." 

"Of course it's about him yet again. Does your world only revolve around Alex? Don't you see anyone beside him? My god, Louis grow up! He has a girlfriend for fucks sake! Stop being such a fucking despo for him. There are people dying to have your attention on them but no! You have to give your everything to that fucker who doesn't even blink twice at your direction! You are so fucking dense all the time it's annoying, Fuck this!" He growls standing up and storming out of the class leaving a dumbfounded Louis behind who gapes at his retreating figure. There's still some grumbling from him as he leaves and Louis is left blinking,

He's never seen Harry this angry, not at him at least. Does Harry hate Alex that much? And what did he mean by Louis being dense? And no one's dying to have his attention he just knows that. But still Louis has this nagging feeling in him that he fucked up. Big time.

 ******

The campus was known for its gossip and speed to spread news fast. Louis was in the library still reeling from Harry's outburst when Jake, a sophomore started gossiping about the Styles brother having a fight, it didn't took him much time to run outside and fight a small crowd gathered around.

"Excuse me. Excuse me please." Louis said making his way to centre, he gasps when he sees Harry's bloody nose, "Stop. Jesus Christ stop both of you!" He yells going in the middle and trying to break the both of them apart, "Can someone help me please!" He cries and Niall, Liam and some other frat boys try to break the brothers apart, "Harry!" Louis shrieks pulling the taller boy by his jacket.

Since Harry's bigger and more stronger than Alex, the older one is at disadvantage which makes Louis wiggle between them and shield him,

He doesn't know how and what happens but Louis gasps when Harry's bloodied fist is inches away from his face, the boy's breathing heavily, narrow eyes and split lips, if he looks so bad despite being the powerful one Louis is scared of how Alex looks.

"Stop." He whispers teary eyed and Harry grunts, harshly gulping before lowering his hand, "Harry!" The cheerleader from the party yells coming to hug Harry,

Louis' stomach sinks when she hugs the broad body, Harry pushes her away looking at Louis with wide eyes but the blue eyed boy is forcing his sob back and turning to look at the older styles. As predicted Alex got the worse part of the fight, his eyes are bruised, purple and blue surrounding them, there's blood dripping from his nose and there's a fist mark on his cheek, all in all he needs real help.

A tear drips Louis' face as he scans for more injuries, something in him wants to turn and console Harry instead but Harry's got his girlfriend to look after him and Alex is on his own.

"I'm sorry." He whispers and Alex smiles wincing when his cheeks hurt, "It's okay.....go check on him. He needs you." Louis frowns, turning to find Harry standing like a betrayed man. It pierces Louis' heart but then he sees the girl beside and his jaw clenches.

"He's got her. Let's get you cleaned up." 

"Louis." Harry's voice comes and he snaps his head to the direction, the crowd's mostly disappeared now that the fight subsided, 

"What?" Harry's mouth opens and then closes before he shakes his head, "Nothing." And then he's turning and walking away.

Louis watches with a heavy heart for the second time, he wants to run and hold Harry but he pulls himself back, what is happening to him? 

Tasha comes a tad bit late apologising for not being present and this time when he sees the couple kissing and hugging there's only thing in him, and that is to have something like that with someone else, someone who isn't Alex anymore. There's a yearning in him which is why he finds himself running to the locker rooms because that's where Harry probably is. 

Louis expected the cheerleader to be with Harry but what he sees is Harry all alone, by himself bandaging his bloodied fist, Louis licks his dry lips and enters inside the room.

 "You're the most stupidest person I've ever met." He says coming forward, Harry doesn't look up, instead silently tries to bandage, Louis rolls his eyes and sits down beside him holding the green eyed boy's wrist only to have it snatched back.

"Don't you have to take care of my brother? Pamper him? What are you doing here?" He coldly asks and Louis almost whimpers at how harsh he sounds, 

"N-No. he's got his girlfriend to do that, where is your girlfriend, huh?" Louis yanks his bruised hand stubbornly holding it tight as he wraps the bandage around, "Oh must be sad to always sit on the sidelines watching the love of your life wrapped around someone who doesn't give a fuck about you, no?" 

"Why do you hate your own brother so much?" Louis asks and Harry looks at him, Green eyes filled with something so deep that it makes Louis' heart stutter, 

"Because he has something I can never. I don't hate him, I envy him." He clarifies, Louis' brow furrows when he sees the cotton in Harry's nose drenched with blood, he picks the first aid kit, before reaching for Harry's face and gently plucking the bloodied cotton.

"Can I?" He asks and watches how Harry's jaw clenches pronouncing his jawline, "On my lap." 

"What?"

"It'll be easier that way. I'm not bending for you." Louis rolls his eyes but carefully moves forward so he's sitting on Harry's lap, "Grumpy." Louis whispers trying to relax himself, Harry doesn't reply but his cheeks look a little red,

"What does he have?" Louis softly asks cleaning Harry's face with gentle hands and careful eyes, up close he's so beautiful that Louis wants to kiss him. His own thoughts make him blink. 

Louis finds himself caressing his cheeks, "You." At the admission Louis looks up and meets green eyes intensely staring at him.

"Huh?" With a dry mouth he watches Harry's eyes dropping down to his lips,

"I said we were talking about you, how pitiful it must be to sit on the sideline—"

"Shut up." Louis grumbles pressing the alcohol dipped cotton a tad bit harshly against Harry's lips who groans, "Ow! Softly, sweetheart." Large hands squeeze his waist making him hold back a moan.

"Sorry." Louis apologises, heart in his throat and cheeks on fire, because he thought something entirely different, he thought that Harry wanted him.

"Why'd you fight with him?" 

"Can we not talk about him anymore?" Harry sighs and Louis nods, "You're all done anyways.....uh I should leave but before that, congrats, you won the competition." Harry gapes,

"But you wanted—"

"They liked yours much more. I'll see you later bye." Louis rushes out of the lockers because being this close with Harry made stupid thoughts cloud his senses.

Wasn't Harry his enemy? What happened now? What changed? Why does he want to kiss or be kissed by Harry? Why when Alex and Harry were fighting he wanted to protect Harry and not Alex? 

*******

Life continues as it is, Harry remains the same jerk, annoying Louis and being his competition as always, but Louis now finds himself enjoying their Bickering, he no longer wants to kill Harry but sometimes he does want to strangle him, Zayn says he's in love.

Which is not true because he believes he still hates Harry, a little less and intense than before but there's still some hate in him regarding the man. 

And yes Louis is still single, Alex as it appears is scaring Louis' dates and  he's come to terms with them, Louis looks Alex as a friend now which is why he tries to confront the older,

"Uh why would I do that? I mean no offence Lou, but I love Tash. I'm planning to propose her. Look Harry wrote this poem for me, isn't it beautiful?" Louis gasps when he sees the same writing that he's got right now with him.

"You mean you didn't write this?" 

"No! I suck at poetries. Harry's the poetic one." And that's when Louis realises that they are in a very confusing situation, a misunderstood one.

On his way home with a smile on his face Louis walks only to have that smile dropped because his mum decided to call him. With shaky fingers he accepts the call,

 "Hello?"

"Oh look the ungrateful brat decided to answer his phone. You're such an embarrassment, Louis. I just spoke to Anne and she told me how Harry aced his exams, scoring full marks but you? You didn't bothered to give us your results. I wish I never had a child, much less a child like you, incapable, dumb and selfish. I wish you weren't even born."

"B-But mum I-I email—hello? Mum? Mama?" A sob leaves him when he realises his mother hung up on him, with tears trickling down his face his legs walked on their own accord and soon he's standing in front of the frat house. He sobs and knocks on it,

"—and that's totally inappropriate even for—Louis?" Louis loudly sobs and stumbles in Harry's chest holding him as he cries,

"Sweetheart, hey." Harry tries before finally cupping his face and making him look up, "Who did this?" There's anger in his voice as he wipes Louis uncontrollable tears, "Baby, who was it?" If murder was a sound Harry had it right now.

It warmed louis' heart, "I-I'm sorry, I-I don't even know what I'm—"

"Shh I've got you, blue." And funnily enough Louis believes him, Harry holds him tightly as Louis cries his heart out, the taller of them leans down and picks Louis up by his thighs letting him nuzzle in his neck, warmth fills Louis who sniffs the soft smell of Harry's jumper, it was a mix of laundry detergent and Harry's faint cologne.

The boys in the frat are silent as they watch their captain carry his boy upstairs, "Baby, would you like to tell me who did this to you?" Louis shakes his head.

"I-I wanna ask you something else first." 

"I'm right here sweetheart, ask anything." 

"Do you hate me?" Louis mumbles and hears a soft sigh, he's in Harry's lap the boy sitting on the bed, "I've never in my life hated you. Never. I don't think I have that in my system, shortcake." Louis rolls his eyes but looks up to find fond green eyes staring at him.

"Why the act then?" 

"I had a cat named Freckles, she was very possessive of me, so much so that she used to bite me to mark me as her territory. When the bitings became too much mum gave her up for adoption, somehow I took that habit of hers, biting my things, claiming them as mine. When I was six I saw this beautiful, the most beautiful human I've ever seen, he had this pretty blue eyes that I was a fool for the moment I saw them. So, what happened was when they first moved to our area I found myself looking at this boy and then one day we were introduced—

"And you bit my ring finger." Louis completes, heart beating loudly in his chest, Harry brings the said finger to his mouth, the wound was still there, it never recovered but became a pink scar with dents in it, Harry kisses it tenderly before looking at Louis.

"And I bit your finger. Because I wanted you to be mine, I still do. But you are in love with my brother." Louis doesn't correct him instead cups his face,

"You've lied to me. You said that Alex was the one who scared boys away and that he's very much in love with me." 

"I never lied. That night you were so drunk that you thought I was Alex, I didn't wanted you to start loathing my very presence again so I didn't corrected you. I became Alex and told you that his brother which is me, by the way, was—is so much in love with you." 

Louis' eyes become teary again, "You are such an idiot. At first I was too drunk but then my brain started working again and I knew it was you, I was talking to you as Harry. I knew it was you, Harry!" Harry's eyes widen up, "Seriously?

"Yes! My infatuation for Alex vanished when I saw that he was in love with his girlfriend, and that was all it was, infatuation. And I didn't hate you, okay a little bit but that was because of my parents, they made me hate you, made me think you are the enemy, comparing me to you. I'm sorry you didn't—"

"Do not apologise, sweetheart. Look at me, you are the most wonderful, intelligent human being I've ever seen. You are the brightest star in this dull universe. I can never be half of what you are, I took this course, I studied my arse off because I wanted you to give me attention, I pulled pranks on you because I was a needy childish son of a bitch, I was willing to do anything to have you looking at me. I crave you, my love." 

Louis tearily giggles, "Of course you wrote the poems. If you'd come clean maybe we would've been together by now." 

"If I did come clean you would've given me hope, hope of only loving me and being mine. You still would've felt something for Alex and I can't have that. I don't share, Louis. I'm possessive and have serious jealous issues. Why do you think I scared those dipshits away from you? I don't want you to be anyone's, I'm selfish when it comes to you. I know this might be overwhelming for—

"It isn't. Would you like to go on a date with me?"

"—you because yeah I understand that you'll make fun—wait what?" Louis giggles leaning to press a kiss on Harry's nose, "Hazza would you like to go on a date with me?" 

"Baby, I-I'd love to. Yes, yes, please." Louis snorts when Harry's hands tightens around his waist making them both freeze, "Turns out my blue is ticklish." 

"Your blue, your sweetheart, your baby. I'm yours, Harry." Harry sighs pressing his own lips to Louis' chest, "Mine. Have always been mine just how I'm yours. Gonna put a ring in this finger." He mumbles pressing kisses to Louis' marked finger.

A shiver runs his spine at the possessive words ,

"Too soon for this don't ya think? You haven't even dated me yet, Styles." Harry smiles dimples and all and fuck he's so gorgeous!

"Get ready to have your pants charmed, Tomlinson." 

******

"Where'd you find a car?" Louis asks looking at the vehicle, a black Porsche, that was all Louis could make out, Harry smirks and pulls him forward by his wrist, "Hello to you too, blue and you look so amazing tonight." 

"Oh I'm so—"

"Shh no apologising." Louis snaps his mouth shut before smiling softly, "Hi." He breathes and Harry cups his face, "So beautiful." Louis takes in his date, gulping when he realises how downright hot Harry looks with his full black attire, 

"We twinned!" He gasps and Harry chuckles, "Yep we did." Louis not controlling himself and totally forgetting about the gloss on his lips smacks his lips against Harry's cheeks, "You look handsome. I'm not sorry for the gloss, ladies should know that you're mine, Harold." 

"Fuck your possessiveness is so sexy. You're so sexy." Louis whimpers when Harry squeezes his waist, "Haz." He whispers and Harry takes in a sharp breathe before leaning down to kiss Louis' neck who shivers, "Last time I made you cry because I thought that you'd like bike riding. This time though, I didn't want to make you upset. I've just got you, can't afford loosing you, baby." At the admission Louis' heart burst with happiness, 

All this time He thought that Harry was the villain but turns out Harry was the only guy who understood him better than anyone. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Harry." 

"I promise you all I wanted that day was to bring you somewhere where they sell your favourite type of croissants. Turns out luck wasn't on my side and I made you so upset." 

"I'm sorry.....I had no idea, I spoke so many things I didn't mean in the heat of the moment and probably hurt you. I'm sorry Hazza." Harry kisses his nape once again before looking up, "Louis, if you want us to work I'd love to establish one rule, and that is no apologies from your end. We both did silly stuff that doesn't meant you have to apologise for every little thing, you don't. Not with anyone and definitely not with me." Louis smiles because no one's ever told him anything like this,

He remembers how his parents always make him feel small which is why he learnt to say sorry for every little thing. 

"Sorry." Harry narrows his eyes making him giggle, "Let's go shall we?" Louis nods.

******

Harry was the most amazing boyfriend ever. When they started dating Louis realised a lot of things and that was that he and Harry despite their years of hating each other, knew most about one another, they were compatible having similar interests in more than one thing and their dynamic was perfect.

When on one hand Louis cares about every little thing Harry seemed to find himself not giving two fucks about it, while Louis apologised to everyone Harry just ignored them. While on one hand Louis rarely spoke to anyone he seemed to talk about every little thing to his boyfriend who'd just listen to him attentively, so attentively that it was too much for Louis to handle. 

Harry treated him like he was something special, when in fact he was just old little Louis with his boring nerdy talks and his too uptight behaviour. But Harry didn't made him feel like that, with Harry he felt like the most important person.

Louis never thought he'd see this side of him, the romantic and caring side, the side that brings Louis flowers every day, giving him notes filled with poetry that touches Louis' very soul. The side that's filled with deep loving kisses and beautiful romantic dates. Louis' only seen this type of things in movies.

They still haven't had their first kiss yet mainly because whenever Louis thinks they're about to Harry turns his head and presses his lips against the corner of Louis' mouth. It leaves him feeling desperate and craving for the softness of Harry's lips against his own, 

"Sweetheart." A voice whispers and Louis gasps slamming the book shut loudly, His boyfriend hushes him, "It's me, baby." Louis quietly whines as embarrassment leaks through him when the librarian glares at him, "Can't you be normal for once?" He asks and Harry grins, "Nope." 

Harry leans and pecks his temple, "Let's go."

"I'm reading." 

"Yes. Let's go." Louis rolls his eyes watching how Harry's gathering his stuff as if he's already made decision on Louis' behalf. 

"Where?" 

"Date." He answers knowing very well how Louis hates surprises because they simply make him anxious and Harry knows better than to make his baby anxious.

"Okay.....do I need to change?" Harry pauses and then steps back looking at Louis up and down, when he meets the blue eyed boy's eyes his own green ones look a bit darker at the edges.

"Definitely no. You look perfect. My Beautiful blue." And then he's embracing Louis tightly kissing his hair and cheek, Louis giggles feeling like a baby with all the kisses he was never showered with when young.

"Okay....okay let's go now, the librarian looks two step away from killing us." 

"As if she ever stands a chance, your boyfriend spends two hours in the gym, sweetheart." Louis' cheeks heat up at the term "boyfriend". He's not quite used to it. 

"Look at you going all shy on me, isn't my sweetheart the sweetest of all?" Harry coos rubbing their noses together, Louis pouts and pushes him weakly. "Shut up idiot." 

"Your idiot." 

"Mr.Tomlinson there are people who're doing some real work, it'd be nice if you and your partner don't disturb the rest of the students." Louis' eyes widen and he looks at Mrs.Clitcher, "We're sorry." Louis whisper-shrieks grabbing hold of his boyfriend's hand and pulling him out. 

"Mr.Tomlinson you're such a naughty student." Harry reprimands and Louis rolls his eyes elbowing the giant dorm in his stomach only to wince at the hardness, 

"I'm a regular, Harry! She's going to keep me under her radar, now." He whines and Harry kisses his nose, "Do you want me to talk to her?" It's the way he asks that melts Louis' heart making him a gooey mush. He shakes his head and wraps his hands around Harry's waist, "She's a bitch anyway. Who cares if I'm under her radar." 

"That's my boy." They both walk off together to Harry's car.

The date was on a little hilltop, not much on height since Louis doesn't like heights, Louis gasps because the set up was so pretty, "You did all of this?" Harry sheepishly smiles.

Being with Harry since almost a month now Louis also realised that the other rarely blushed unlike Louis who always had a permanent red on his cheeks when with Harry. So seeing the pink on Harry's cheeks made Louis giggle and lean forward to peck the man's jaw,

"I love this. Thank you." 

"I might have ordered Niall, Liam and maybe Zayn around......but a win is a win right?" Louis snorts a giggle at that too, "You're such a dork." Only then he realises how actually close their faces are, he can see every tiny mole on Harry's perfect face. His pillowy lips fanning warm breathe, 

"You like to make me beg so much, don't you Mister Styles?" Louis breathes and a frown shadows Harry's face, "Uh....I-no, baby. Of course not." 

"So why is it so hard for you to kiss me? If begging is what it'll take then so be it, Please please kiss me, Haz." He begs quietly and Harry's eyes narrow, before he's cupping Louis' jaw, 

"You don't understand. If I kiss you once I know I'll be gone forever, I won't ever live without yours lips, Louis. I'll be like a beast unleashed, would you like that?" 

"I'll tame you in the best way possible, my darling." Louis promises and Harry curses before leaning to cover Louis' mouth with his own, at the first touch of their lips, electricity surges between them, bodies coming even closer until there's no space between them. At first it's just their lips against lips but then Louis whimpers opening his mouth for more.

Harry licks in his mouth as if he's got entire time in the world for Louis, his hold tender but his kisses having a wild edge to them making the knot of lust tighter in Louis' abdomen. 

"Harry." He breathes when they pull apart, Harry's eyes are shut as if he's still reminiscing their moment, when he opens them the greens are a bit greener and intense, "That was my first kiss." Louis gapes at that,

"Huh?" 

"Didn't wanted anyone to touch these lips unless they were yours." Louis surges up at the admission and kisses him roughly, "You're—Haz, I didn't know....I thought this was only my first kiss." 

"I've been with people.....college got the best of me, I won't lie, I've slept with people....Imagining they were you, not my proudest moment but I was jealous, hurt and so much in love again not a good combo if you ask me, but I always knew that I'd never kiss someone who wasn't you, who isn't you, because kissing to me is sacred. And you deserve all my sacred because you are the closest thing to a religion I've had." Louis' rendered speechless at that, he didn't even had words to share because who says something so heart touching like this? Only Harry could.

Not knowing how to answer his only response is to lean up and plant his lips against Harry's, "So am I your deity?" 

"You're my deity, my goddess, my temple, my everything that's holy. I worship you, have been since I was a kid." Harry says cupping his jaw and gazing him with so much love that a tear drops Louis' eyes.

"You always know what to say don't you?" 

"The words directly come from my heart." 

*****

After their first kiss it's like something popped between them, the intimacy came easier than Louis had thought, his body melting in Harry's easily whenever they did anything as much as a kiss, their kisses first innocent now were charged with a different feeling, it was wilder more erotic and had Louis in a messy poodle of lust craving for more.

He also learnt that one can have sex without getting penetrated in more than twenty ways. One of them was getting rimmed. The first time Harry did that Louis was a mess of tears and cum, the tears were because he was so embarrassed that he liked it so much, a place like that was dirty to even be kissed on, but Harry worshipped it like it was something too holy. After that one time Louis found himself wanting more of it. So much so that he didn't mind getting locked in one of the empty classrooms with him on a desk while Harry's on his knees.

Short legs dangle from Harry's broad shoulders who spreads the meaty arse cheeks and licks inside his boy whose got his head thrown back and back arched, loud moans leaving him as his hands tug and yank Harry's curls urging him to eat him faster, the knot of pleasure in his tummy tightening.

"Haz-Hazza, uh oh.....please-fuck. Please." He begs legs tightening around Harry's head unconsciously, Harry grunts hands squeezing Louis' legs and pushing them upward so that his hole is visible, he looks up, a disheveled look on his face, chin and jaw wet with spit and lips swollen, 

"You've gone so naughty, no baby? Choking me with your fat thighs? Fucking hell sweetheart." He curses pushing Louis on his back until he's laid entirely on the desk, his head hanging from the edge which is why he cranes it up.

"Daddy." He whimpers and Harry freezes, Louis would've thought he fucked up if not for the maniacal look in Harry's eyes, he brings his large hand up and squeezes the thin neck of his boyfriend before yanking him for a filthy kiss. Louis whines tasting himself on Harry's tongue, 

"Daddy's gonna eat you out so good, yeah blue. My beautiful blue, my own little strawberry." Louis can only imagine how he looks like, Harry's licks inside his mouth again before kneeling down again and throwing Louis' legs over his shoulder.

 Louis comes when a finger slides beside Harry's Tongue. Shouting Daddy as he does so, His own cum pooling around his tummy, he was so glad Harry had slid his blouse up until his neck. Harry kisses him all the way up,

"Daddy?" Harry asks with a teasing smirk and Louis pouts, "You liked it." He receives a fond look from his boyfriend who kisses his swollen lips,

"Loved it." Harry nuzzles his neck and kisses the warm skin, "My naughty little shortcake." 

"I thought we were past that nickname, 'arry." Louis quietly whines, feeling sleepy now that he's came once but he can't sleep now, not while they're still in the campus. 

"Never....you're always going to my shortcake. My strawberry shortcake. You know you love it." He winks and Louis huffs, "I don't." 

"Liars get punished, darling. And I don't want my good boy to be on the naughty list." Louis doesn't say anything but nuzzles in Harry's neck, "I'm your good boy, daddy."

"I know, baby blue." 

******

"That's my man!" Louis squeals jumping in his seat when he sees Harry entering the field along with the other players, as if sensing eyes on him he turns and then winks at Louis who blushes waving at him.

"You're so gross." Zayn comments popping a popcorn in his mouth,Louis gives him the finger and then looks back at Harry who throws him a flying kiss. Louis' happiness is short lived because the same cheerleader who he hates now, her name's Bianca by the way dances her way to Harry.

Louis clenches his jaw ignoring the jealousy swirling in his tummy before sitting down, he doesn't see Harry eye to eye for the rest of the match, he doesn't stop cheering though because he's a good supportive boyfriend. 

Harry's team wins and Louis gushes, talking his ear off to Zayn about how all the practice sesh was worth the win. When a sweaty Harry comes across the bleachers Louis doesn't run down which causes the player to come up, 

"We won, baby!" Harry grins bunny teeth and all, Louis hums showing a little attitude just because he can and because he needs to make it clear that Harry is his and only his. "What's the matter?"

"The cheerleader, Bianca, She looks at you like she's in love with you." Louis mumbles and Harry gapes, "Jesus Christ, Sir, I look at you like I'm in love with you!" Louis' smile fails every bright Christmas light out, he lunges forward and pulls Harry for a deep kiss. Not caring that he's sweaty and that they're basically swapping spit in a ground full of people, not when Harry's got his hands around him like that, like he'll never want to leave Louis ever again. 

"You better. No one gets to see you like this." 

"Yes ma'am." Louis rolls his eyes and kisses Harry again, "I think we should leave, if you want your gift for winning." Harry's eyes comically narrows and he looks around before gulping, "For real?" 

"I trust you, Haz. We've waited for too long, please." He whispers hoping it'd convey how needy Louis is for him, turns out Harry doesn't need another word because he's already bobbing his head up and down, "Let me shower first." 

"I'll come with you." Harry nods leaning to press his lips against Louis' taking him by surprise, hand in hand they both walk down towards the lockers, Louis waves Zayn a goodbye who winks at him in a lieu of reply.

Louis was going through Harry's photos while the other boy showered, Harry doesn't mind sharing his phone because well he's got Louis' birthday as his password. While Louis' got his. Yeah they were that couple.

 His brows furrow when he sees a folder named My Love with a handmade heart emoji, he clicks on it only to gasp softly because there were one thousand three hundred photos in it and all had Louis as the main focus. The recent ones were perfectly clicked without Louis' knowledge. He looked at the picture of him sitting on a grass during one of their dates watching the sunset, the other one had Louis in the library with his nose deep in the book. 

There were many others like that and now Louis knows why Harry was always on his phone acting weird but then Louis would ask him and he'd keep it aside, he giggles as he scrolls up finding more pictures of himself from the time when he's pretty sure they weren't dating and Louis hated him. 

Some were distant like Harry sneaked out to capture those while the others were clicked from a weird angle no doubt done discreetly.

"Going through someone's phone is an invasion of privacy." A voice mutters from behind him, holding his waist and pulling him to a hard chest, Louis giggles and tilts his neck letting his boyfriend kiss there, "And clicking someone's photos without their knowledge is?" Harry chuckles in his neck placing a soft kiss there, 

"When the someone is this pretty looking it definitely is not." Louis huffs a laugh and turns to look at his boyfriend who's grinning at him, "I didn't realise being pretty was a crime." 

"Oh it is, it definitely is. I'm so happy, baby." He admits swaying Louis, "Yeah? 'Coz you won?" 

"No. It's 'coz I saw you at the bleachers cheering for me. You are my happiness." Louis' breathe hitches at the softness in Harry's eyes and words. Happiness? Louis was his happiness. Louis is Harry's happiness. 

 The thought settles something peaceful in him as he lets his head rests against Harry's heart, listening to the loud beats, "Take me home, Hazza." 

******

Louis was nervous as his lips slides against Harry's who was treating him as if he was a fragile doll, he whimpers when the man rubs his thighs squeezing it,

"D-Daddy." He breathes and Harry softly groans, "Have I told you how beautiful you look today, glitters?" Louis shakes his head hissing when Harry's fingers rub the lace on his hips, "My bad, I'm such an idiot. You look so perfect today, glitters. All dolled up for me, everyone was so fucking jealous because you're mine, my beautiful boy." 

"Yours, all yours." He whines letting Harry settle him on his back, the taller of them starts to undress him slowly, kissing every inch of bare skin. 

Harry slowly kisses all his way down to Louis' bare thighs, he noses the length of his inner thighs close to his throbbing crotch, Louis moans throwing his head back against the pillow as his boyfriend continues to lick and suck his skin marking his territory. 

 Harry was a very very possessive man but an even more possessive lover. He loved to mark Louis everywhere he can. His neck was lately a canvas for Harry's lips and now his thighs too.

 Soft mouth covered his panty cladded cock making Louis gasp, he looks down to see his boyfriend's dark eyes on him already, "Gorgeous." The deep voice mumbles and Louis whimpers, closing his eyes as he feels blood rush over his cheeks, "Shut up." He weakly replies and there's a loud smack against his thighs.

"That's no way to talk to your daddy, little one." 

"Sorry, daddy." 

"Shh no apologising, baby." Harry climbs up and kisses him softly on the lips, "I wanna please you, daddy." He whispers slowly looking up to see Harry's shock filled eyes on him.

"Are you—"

"Yes please.....can I?" Harry curses, "You do know I'm yours, right? Of course you can." Louis kisses him softly, "B-Be patient with me?" It's the way he asks that has Harry's heart squeezing with love, The world has been so cruel to his love, his Louis.

"Always baby." He reassures and Louis then pecks his tattoo before sliding down and rubbing his nose along the sides of Harry's girth who hisses because the chances of him coming right now is too high.

 Transparent white liquid oozes out his swollen cock as Louis continues to lick and kiss all over, "Sweetheart." He grits and the smaller one of them smiles Prettily, "You taste amazing, daddy."

For fucks sake Harry didn't even know he had this kink until Louis said it to him the first time. He was so fucking whipped for this boy it was insane.

Louis swallows him slowly, testing his limit as he takes Harry in his wet heat, the latter throws his head back groaning loudly, if he looks down he knows he won't be able to hold himself back,

When Louis takes all of him without any sound or discomfort his eyes shoot open to the boy who surprisingly doesn't have a gag—

"My love, be careful of your teeth." He hisses and Louis mutters an apology before picking a pace to bob his head up and down.

Harry peeks to see Louis swallowing him easily, he hollowed his cheeks at the right moment making his already defined cheekbones even more define, His eyes were glassy, the prettiest glassy blues Harry's ever encountered and let's not talk about his pink, pretty pink lips wrapped around Harry's cock. 

"Louis Tomlinson, you absolute gorgeous boy." He grunts pulling Louis up because he would come down his boy's throat if he continues getting the most amazing head he's ever had in his life.

 "Wha—"

"Do you have any idea how crazy I am about you? You make me feral. Gosh I love you so much." Harry babbles smashing his mouth against Louis' who squeaks tasting salty and sweet from Harry's cum and he knows it should disgust him but all he finds himself is throbbing hardly. 

"Was it not—"

"Don't you dare doubt yourself, god baby I would die from how much pleasured I feel. My angel, fuck." He grips Louis' thin waist before moving them both to the middle of the bed ignoring Louis' shriek of surprise, once settled he starts peppering kisses all over his beautiful boy. 

Harry prepares him with two fingers opening and scissoring him until Louis' coming untouched with a shout, Harry muffles it by his mouth.

"I-In me....want you in me, daddy. Fuck me." Louis whines moving his hips so that his hips meet Harry's who groans and cups his neck, "After this you can't go back, baby." 

"I don't want to. Take me, Harry." Harry spreads his legs wider before sliding inside, the resistance has him dropping his forehead against Louis' neck who's breathing harshly, small whimpers leaving his mouth and warming Harry's ear, once his hips flushes against Louis' arse they both make a sound. Harry can die due to how content he feels.

"Should I move, doll?" He asks peppering kisses over the teeth bitten sweaty neck, "Yes." His sweet boy whispers, Harry pulls his hips all the way until his cock in out and then slams back in,

"Moan for me, moan for your daddy, sweet doll. Let everyone know who's spoiling your tight little cunt." He growls and Louis moans loudly, back arching as Harry picks a pace grabbing both slender legs and hooking them to his arm as he folds the petite boy thrusting inside him with a slower more deeper pace.

"Daddy!" Louis screams when Harry flicks his nipples, the shorter boy has tears streaming down as he reaches for Harry's neck pulling him down, 

"Faster...daddy please." Louis whispers, moist lips against Harry's ear who grunts snapping his hips faster, "Fucking hell... you're so goddamn gorgeous baby." 

"D-Daddy. Feels—Gonna cum, ah." Harry buries his face in the warm neck kissing the sweaty wet skin there, "There you go sweetheart, let yourself go. My good boy, so good for me, baby love." Louis whines and with his nails deep in Harry's back arches his back and comes between their sliding bodies.

 "Please-Please....gimme, Harry. Daddy just—" he sobs trembling from the aftershock of his orgasm, Harry looks up and kisses his swollen mouth, "Shh, Princess." He gushes finally groaning and burying his cock deeper to fill Louis.

Their mouths flushed against each other, pressing kisses to their swollen lips, "Gonna get you cleaned up, okay sweetheart?" Louis blush high on cheeks and looking absolutely beautiful with his wrecked face nods, Harry kisses his temple removing himself and wincing when Louis makes a sound. "Sorry, darling." 

" 's okay, d—Haz." Harry smiles at the slip up before standing up and out of the bed to the bathroom when—

"H-Harry.....was—was I good?" A small whisper stops him on his track, his heart aches at the sadness and he turns to find Louis looking smaller than he is, 

"Wanna know something?" His own voice is soft as he holds Louis' dainty hand, caressing the back of it, "Yes." 

"Fourteen year old me would be dead if he knew that the most gorgeous boy we'd known trusted himself with us. Louis, even if you did bad which trust me it was anything but, It would've been perfect. But this? This was the most perfect thing that's ever happened to me. You are perfect, and all mine—"

Louis surges up and kisses him, "Yours. Only and wholly yours." Harry cups his jaw and brings him forward as he licks in the pliant wet mouth, "And I'm yours just like how you're mine. I've always been only yours, sweetheart." 

Louis whines and climbs on Harry's lap, "Is it too soon for me to ask for another round?" Harry chuckles and kisses his nose, "I've created a monster haven't I?" 

"Yup. I'm a cute monster who's now always going to ask for your dick that's currently poking me." Harry laughs deep and loud making Louis' heart flutter, geez since when? 

Nonetheless he falls back with his boyfriend as they continue to make out. 

*****

Harry was the second son, he knew what that entailed, it wasn't like his parents didn't treated them both equal but growing up he always noticed that Alex got the better things first, he was the top priority, the child with expectations and the favourite kid. 

When he first saw Louis he knew that Louis was going to be his. Possessiveness was engraved in him ever since he was a kid, he had his initials on stuff that were his, stuffs he sometimes stole from Alex but when he saw Louis he didn't had a sharpie on him so he decided to mark Louis like how Freckles used to mark him, by biting him.

Kids did stupid stuff anyways. But as time went by Harry tried to befriend Louis only to realise that he was the second choice once again, because like everyone Louis fancied Alex. So he made himself noticeable by other means, ways that had Louis noticing him even if that meant getting glares or hurtful remarks from Louis. He endured it because he knew that Louis was his person.

 If it were up to him he'd lock Louis in a box where he could give him all the happiness and love that Louis lacked, keep him happy and away from everyone, everyone that had eyes on his Louis. 

 "Hi." Louis greets and Harry ignores him instead busying himself by arranging his wardrobe.

"I brought us pastry." 

"Bet you shared it with him." Harry spats looking up to see Louis sporting a confused look, "What happened?" 

Harry clenched his jaw and walks forward until he's face to head with his boyfriend, "Look at me." He commands and Louis does, blue eyes so beautiful as they stare at Harry.

Harry considered himself a green flag his only toxic trait being that he was very very jealous. And seeing Louis hugging Alex was enough to have his insecurities crawling back, that he was not enough, not enough for Louis to move on from the crush he's been sporting on Alex since they were kids. 

"Are you still in love with Alex?" 

"I'm in love with you." Louis answers without skipping a beat,

"Louis, I'm serious." The shorter boy cocks his brows,

"And I am not?" Harry can count on his fingers the number of times he has blushed, he looks away, cheeks heating because he really wasn't expecting this.

"Are you blushing, Harry Edward Styles?" Louis coos,

"Say it once again, shortcake." He says and Louis smirks leaning to tiptoe, "I love you, Harry Styles. I am so so so helplessly in love with you, you as absolute nut job." Harry honest to god sobs as he holds Louis' waist and buries his nose in his boy's neck.

"I love you too baby, I love you so much." Louis pats his back, "I love me too. If all your drama was about Alex then you should stay worry free, coz your brother is about to propose." Harry pulls back with a frown,

"To you?" Louis' nose scrunches and he slaps his head,

"No you dumb idiot, his girlfriend! He needed some brotherly courage but since his real brother is just a hormonal teen with a jealousy problem he came to me got some encouragement." 

"Not my problem my boyfriend has been in love with him since he started speaking numbers." Louis squawks, "That was just mild attraction!" 

"Yeah yeah—"

"Harry, I promise. I-I know I've been going nuts about Alex but I don't know why but whenever I started speaking about him you had the grossest most meanest faces and somehow that made me happy to annoy you, so I hyped Alex more even though I didn't find him that attractive." 

"Are you serious?" Louis sheepishly grins and kisses him, "I'm sorry." 

"Goddamn you should be, baby. Jesus all that anger was for nothing. You're such a menace." Louis giggles and pecks Harry's chin, "I'm your menace, isn't that right daddy?" He gasps when Harry fists his hair yanking his head up to lick a fat stripe of his neck, "Fuck yes." He growls and Louis whimpers tilting his hips,

Their mouths find each others once naked Harry doesn't take them to bed instead continues to ravish his boy with his mouth, "You're mine Louis," he grits biting down the delicious neck, he sucks on a big bruise smirking when he feels Louis' knees buckle, he presses his thumb on the bruise he created, forehead connecting with Louis',

"My property. My everything." He growls hands digging in Louis' hair as he tugs his head up to mark his neck like a man on mission, "Only mine. Only fucking mine, got that, sweetheart?" 

"Y-Yes d-daddy." 

"Good boy. Now on the bed on all fours." 

***

"Harry there!" Louis squeals bouncing on his heels, wide blue eyes staring at the plushy, Harry aims his gun to the said target before snapping it, the shot hits perfectly and Louis grins widely, the stall keeper handing Harry the plushy Louis was drooling for.

"Here you go, buttercup." Louis leans and kisses his boyfriend sweetly, "Thank you, Haz." Harry smiles and pecks his nose, "Hungry?" 

"Yeah." Hand in hand they both walk towards the corndog stalls. 

"Do you want any pretzels?" Harry asks once they're finishing their corn dogs, "Uhm no I'm full." Harry frowns at that, "You had one corndog! Oh no we are getting those pretzels, with chocolate on top. I know you love those." Louis rolls his eyes,

"Not my fault my appetite's smaller." He mumbles and Harry noses his hair, "Nah baby never said it's your fault, just you need to eat more. You're getting skinner day by day." Louis huffs and snuggles into Harry's side.

"I'm not." 

"Yes you are— Excuse me, ma'am. Can I get two of those?"

"Harry! Only one, I can't eat it all alone it's so big." Louis whispers and his boyfriend frowns, "It's not that big—"

"Ma'am make it one please." The woman at the stall giggles and hands one single pretzel, Louis goes to pay for it only to be smacked by Harry.

After two whole bites Louis gives the dough to his boyfriend who rolls his eyes, "So stubborn." 

Louis just grins and kisses him on the jaw.

******

Being in a Relationship with Harry was the easiest thing Louis' ever done, but that didn't mean they didn't had their differences.

It was after their return from Alex's proposal when Harry spoke something that made Louis' blood run cold.

 They were on Louis' bed, both dressed up in comfortable attire, Harry in a tank and grey sweats while Louis was in a spaghetti strip blouse and some pyjama shorts. Harry had his head resting on his fist as he hovers above a laid back Louis, stroking the smaller one's cheeks as they talk about random things.

"How'd you find Alex's proposal?" Harry asks and Louis shrugs, "It was good. I thought they were just going for the promise ring but he really did outdo it by asking for a real one."

"He didn't even went on his knees, if that was us I would've gone on my knees for you. Put a pretty ring right through this finger." He says caressing Louis' ring fingers who clears his throat feeling uncomfortable at the thought of marriage.

"You'd say yes won't you?" Harry's hopeful green eyes meets his and it must be written all over his face because Harry's brows are furrowing, "Louis? If I proposed to you won't you—"

"It-Its too soon for that don't you think? I mean we are not even in our last year of uni. Uh I think we should explore more." 

"By exploring more you mean sleep with other people? Date other people?" At Harry's snappy tone his own anger peaks,

"I didn't said that. Marriage is stupid alright. I don't believe in a stupid fucking bond binding us for forever what if in future you got bored of me or-or fell out of love and our kids have to face the consequences? They'd grow up hating us Harry." 

"Bored of Lou? Louis, I think you're forgetting the part where I'm in love with you since more than a fucking decade." 

"What if I got bored of you, Huh? What if I fell out of love with you? Maybe this was just thrilling for me?" And the moment that's our Louis knows he shouldn't have said that. He watches the way Harry's face crumbles as if someone ripped his heart out, 

"Right. Thank god for not surprising you with a proposal, would be embarrassing to get rejected like that. Uh I'll see you." 

"H-Harry it's not what I mean—"

"Goodnight, Louis." Louis stands from the bed following Harry, "Wait no! That came out wrong, hey listen to me, Haz please. Wait—" he reaches out to hold his boyfriend's hand only for the said boyfriend to yank it back as if Louis burned him, it was so fucking painful.

"Let's explore more alright? Isn't that what you want so let's do it. Go on date other people I don't care after all this is thrilling for you isn't It? I'm a thrill for you so I'm sorry for ending this thrill right here right now and you're free to do whatever the hell you want." 

"Harry no! I'm sorry—"

"No no, Louis I'm sorry. I was in this stupid fucking dream thinking I got everything but I didn't because I was just an experiment. A thrill you said." 

"Will you listen to me! Just for once, if you would've been an experiment I wouldn't have given you my virginity, Harry! I love you." A sad smile crosses Harry's face,

"You don't love me, you never did. I was a backup option, the guy who gave you the right amount of attention at the wrong time. If you loved me you wouldn't be thinking of a future where you fell out of it. You don't fall out of love once you get in Louis. I'm sure you'll find the right person. I'm sorry I couldn't be that." He opens the door and walks out leaving a dumbfounded Louis behind.

"I-I do. I love you." Louis whispers to his back but he doesn't receive an answer and when the door closes automatically Louis finds a sob leaving him. 

******

Love was a really cruel thing Louis learned being apart from Harry, the easiest of tasks Louis find himself crying over, everywhere he went everything he did the painful reminder of Harry came through him, not to mention how bad Harry was ignoring him didn't help at all, if someone told past Louis that he'd be crying over the boy they once found their biggest enemy he would've died due to excessive laughter.

But now, now the same boy was the very reason why Louis was alive. He also realised that dumping out his childhood trauma and his parent's failed marriage and parenting wasn't the bestest idea, not when Harry was so sensitive about him, behind those pranks and jokes was a boy who loved Louis more than he loved himself and what did Louis do? Broke the very same boy? 

His hands trembled as he clutches the bouquet of flowers tightly, he knocks the door with his free hand, "Uh Louis?" Niall, one of Harry's frat brother asks, a quizzical look on his face,

"Hi....Uhm is-is Harry here?" A confused look passes through his face, "Uh Harry? Didn't he went on a date—ooh shit." Niall smacks his mouth, Louis' heart stops at that.

"Date? He went on a date?" Niall guiltily nods, "I'm sorry Lou—"

"Don't be. Move aside please." He says smiling as he moves past Niall and in the house before climbing the stairs to Harry's room.

 He pushes the door and sits on the bed. Tears stream down his face, he sniffs and looks at the flowers he bought, a small note was on it, Louis' first attempt at a poem. 

 He hiccups when his eyes land on a photo frame, it was not any photo frame it was their photo frame. A whimper leaves his hiccuping mouth and he grabs it, why keeping the stupid frame when you have to go on and date other person? 

A smile touches his lips when he sees how happy they both looked—

Louis looks up at the creaking of the door, his eyes take in the way Harry looks, disheveled with bags under his green eyes but still he looks so beautiful, so painfully heartbreakingly gorgeous. 

The green eyes turn cold when he looks at Louis' hand, "Your date won't appreciate you keeping your ex on your desk." Louis says and Harry enters the room shutting the door behind.

"What my date appreciates or not it shouldn't concern you." Louis laughs humourlessly before stepping forward and coming face to face with Harry. He cranes his neck looking in those emerald eyes,

"No it shouldn't. So much for loving me since more than a decade, you look like a mess, didn't your date told you how you look like you need sleep or were they too busy sucking faces with you?" 

"Well I apologise for moving on from someone who doesn't give a fuck about me alright? You look gorgeous by the way." Stunned Louis snaps his mouth shut, he chuckles,

"Moving on? And I look gorgeous? You're so fucking whipped Harry, I look like a nightmare, I haven't slept since two weeks since you walked out of my dorm, I've been doing nothing but crying because I miss you so fucking much and you? You are out there having a date while I'm—" Harry silences him by slamming their mouths together, Louis whines trying to push him back but the boy's like a steel as he grabs Louis by the waist throwing him on the bed, 

"Date? I barely talk to anyone yet your pea sized brain just like your height thought I was on a date?"

"Do not insult my height you fucking asshole!" Louis grits hands going to unbutton Harry's shirt who grunts biting his neck, "Oh baby, you're so fucking tiny that it drives me insane. Let's make you tall by adding some inches in you, yeah?" Louis moans at the stupid dirty talk.

Harry manages  to get them undressed— before looking up and freezing, "Wha—"

"Flowers? You got me...flowers?" Harry asks getting off him to inspect the forgotten bouquet, Louis is suddenly filled up with shyness as he sits upright, "Uh yes." 

"Nobody's gotten me flowers before." Harry whispers caressing the lilies as if they were something too precious, "I'll get you as many flowers as you wish for." Louis is surprised by the tenderness in his own words, Harry looks up and there's tears in his eyes making the smaller boy crawl to him and place himself in his lap. 

"I'll get you flowers even when we're married and have kids running around.....that is if you'd want to marry me?" Harry sniffs and hugs him, "You don't have to lie to me—"

"Harry, I know you're hurt from back then, but I promise you I didn't mean a word I said, it's just.....my parents they don't have the bestest of marriages you know, growing up I've heard them yell at each other like crazy and when it wouldn't be enough they'd take it out on me.....I-I love you, I really love you so much to the point I can't even think of being with someone else. But the fear of getting hated on and you leaving me eats me, I don't want to-to loose you. I can't." He whispers and Harry cups his face wiping the tears that left his eyes, 

"I'm not going anywhere. When you said you'd fall out of love with me all my insecurities came crashing back, I'm sorry for hurting you, baby. I love you more, you're my everything, Louis. I mean it." Louis smiles softly caressing Harry's cheeks,

"I know you do. You're my everything too." He tilts Harry's face up so that their lips could melt in each other's, loving the way Harry lets him lead them as he lowers the taller on his back, "Missed you so much, daddy. My daddy." He whispers kissing Harry's neck who groans,

"For the record I never went on any date. Niall's too dumb to not notice the books in my hands." 

"You better not think of going on any dates that doesn't include a Louis Tomlinson in it." 

"I would never dream, now can you please stop torturing me and ride me, sweetheart?" 

"Of course daddy." 

Five years later:

"....I still don't know why Harry married you. I mean a man like him deserves someone who's pro—"

"Mrs.Tomlinson." A deep voice drawls, warmth engulfing Louis a thick arm comes across his torso holding and pulling him back to a firm chest, "Harry honey—"

"I'd love if you stop condescending my husband everytime we meet. I've been trying to talk to you about this since a long time but each time my sweet Lou stops me but I've had enough. Next time if I hear a single word of disrespect from that hypothetical mouth of yours, trust me I won't be This respectful and patient about my behaviour. You and your husband need to solve your own shit and stop taking out your frustration on my wife. He's not your responsibility anymore, he's mine and I'd die before letting anyone talk to him in such manner. So lesson for next time, do not talk to Louis unless it's with anything but respect and love. Because that is what he deserves." Louis doesn't interrupt this time when Harry noses his neck, 

"Wanna leave, sweet boy?" Louis nods looking up to see his mum and dad with their cheeks heated in embarrassment, "Dinner was lovely but the host not so much, thank you." 

When Harry walks in front of him with his hand enclosed around Louis' timid one a smile touches the latter's lips. Years of being together and Louis can't get over the fact of how cherished he is. Harry doesn't leave a spot to love him and shower him with affection.

The drive back to their home Harry's holding his hand over the centre console kissing it between as he listens to Louis. 

"You didn't have to say—"

"I did, sweetheart. I've had enough there's a limit to everything. And I meant every single word because you do deserve the world. Don't worry I'll protect you." Louis smiles and kisses him, "I don't doubt that." 

"Let's get you a warm bath, Hmm blue?" Louis preens and turns to kiss his husband. 

"Yes please." Harry smirks and leans to kiss him on the mouth, "You taste exquisite." Louis whines falling pliant as his husband moves them both around until he's cornering him, eventually picking him by the back of his thighs. 

"I love you." Harry murmurs once they part, swollen lips and giddy eyes, Louis strokes his face and smiles beautifully, blue eyes crinkled and fringe swept artfully across his forehead, he makes the perfect image of an angel. "I love you too, Daddy." Harry feeling suddenly overwhelmed hugs his boy resting his head on the thumping heart. 

Louis runs his fingers through his hair, in their two years of marriage they still weren't out of their honeymoon phase and Louis doesn't mind it one bit. 

"Hazza not to ruin the moment but we have to bath." He mumbles Harry laughing in his neck before giving a tender kiss on the flesh, "Sorry sweet boy." He walks them to their luxurious en-suite bathroom lowering Louis on the floor as he strips the smaller one off. He smirks at the black lingerie his baby was covered in causing him to blush swatting at Harry's chest. "You'll get your treat Daddy but first get me in the bath." Harry groans deeply at the term kissing Louis silent for a solid minute before turning towards the tub. He fills it with warm water and adds the bubble salt in it. 

Louis' behind him working on the taller man's clothes as he unbuttons the shirt from behind, Harry turns to face his little one who's got his seductive blues fixed on Harry. One by one the buttons come off, Louis leans to peck the Louis tattooed on his chest, "My Husband, my protector....so strong and all mine." He whispers trailing kisses down until he's kneeling, 

Harry growls softly when Louis starts mouthing his cock, his hands find themselves in the soft hair fisting it as Louis looks up through his long lashes.

"Want daddy's cock so bad don't you, baby boy?" He breathes, "Yes daddy.....been craving it so badly." Louis whines softly, "Unzip." Commands the dominant one, his boy immediately sputtering to unzip him when Harry growls.

"Did I ask you to use your hands, little one?" Louis whimpers and shakes his head, "Sorry daddy." Harry hums watching how Louis clasps his hand keeping them behind as he holds the zip of Harry's chain by his teeth, "Such a good boy." He watches when Louis preens at the praise pulling the zip down with his teeth, he tugs on the buttons whimpering when it doesn't come down. 

"D-Daddy....please." He begs teary eyes and all, Harry smirks tugging on the fisted hair, "Look at you, On your knees begging for my cock like a greedy little slut." Louis pants, 

"Daddy. Gimme your cock, need it, need you." He babbles and Harry is anything but strong when it comes to his sweetheart, he unbuttons his pants shoving them down along with his boxers as Louis happily moans, tongue coming out to play with the bulbous head of his Husband's cock.

"Daddy...so big. Taste so goo'." Louis slurs wrapping his plump lips around the thickness as he slowly takes him in, sultry blue eyes filled with tears looking up at Harry as he sucks him in, cheeks hollowing sinfully until his little nose is flush against the sparse hair of Harry's groin. 

Harry groans loudly at how Louis deepthroats him having no gag reflex , Louis pulls back slightly before moving his head forward bobbing his head back and forth, spit dribbling down the sides of his mouth and slick covering his heels on which he was sitting. He squirms hands Twitching to press his twitching hole but he knows better than that. 

"You're so perfect, doll. Fuck baby, you're so fucking gorgeous." Louis whines eyes rolling back as he presses the heel of his foot against his arse, "Bet you're leaking right now, my dirty boy." Just then the water from the tub starts flowing, Harry huffs a laugh turning his body to turn the tap off. 

Louis' jaw starts to ache as he sucks his husband in and out, he whimpers letting go off Harry's thickness. A thick bridge of spit connecting his mouth and the reddish tip that oozed precum. "Daddy.....please use my mouth." He croaks and Harry grunts, he wipes the spit and cum from Louis' chin thumbing his lips, "You want daddy to fuck your mouth,  little one?" 

"Y-Yes please. Please daddy."

"Shh it's alright, show me your tongue." Louis immediately removes his tongue laying it flat, Harry smirks and slaps the heavy phallus against Louis' tongue making him moan, "Just like that, pant like the little bitch that you are.Doing everything so obediently. My perfect little pet." Louis purrs squirming so that his cock that was pathetically twitching in his panties get some damn relief.

 "I can see what you're doing, Louis. Colour?" Harry asks, "Green, daddy." and then the alpha yanks him by the fisted hair in his hands thrusting his hips as he fucks In Louis' mouth who whines with large blue eyes, the sudden motion causing tears to leak down his eyes and he sputters.

Harry pinches his nose choking him on his cock as he presses the tip against the back of Louis' throat, eyes shutting as the boy lets his mouth get used, before he could gasp for air Harry's pulling away always the one to know Louis better than Louis himself.

"Gimme your cum please. Wanna taste it, taste my daddy. Daddy please." He begs panting as he eyes Harry's large hand while he strokes his hard cock, "Yeah sweetheart, daddy's gonna fill all your greedy little holes tonight." He tugs Louis' face upward by his long hair before coming with a deep growl, he watches as he cums on the petite boy's face making him even more filthier. 

 "Do not swallow right now I want you to open your mouth wider for me, doll." Louis shuts his eyes, his lashes had some of the sticky white stain which he wanted to wipe at but he knows Harry'll do all of these after, Harry bends down and purses his mouth before spitting in Louis' mouth, "Now." Louis moans and swallows everything.

"My good boy." He whispers picking Louis easily, the boy sniffs opening his beautiful eyes, "Thank you daddy." Harry presses a kiss on his forehead, before removing the dirty Lingerie off until Louis' entirely naked.

He gently carries him to the tub where he sits first and then pulls Louis on his lap, he cleans his pretty wife's face before kissing him, Louis whines when thick fingers play with his sensitive rim. "Daddy." He whimpers ducking his head in Harry's neck, "Yes my love. You're so wet for me baby." He murmurs sinking his fingers in the tight wetness. 

Louis gasps and comes just like that, the boy's tiny cock splutters between them and Harry smiles kissing his cheeks, "Amazing." He whispers and Louis blushes head in his neck as he makes gentle patterns on the green eyed man's chest, Harry cleans them both and by the time he's done Louis' already asleep.

******

When growing up Louis wasn't exactly in touch with his feminine side, he never really cared about it that much if he's honest, he knew he was attracted to boys and his mother had always dressed him up in pink not saying that pink's a colour for girls but maybe it was the way she'd always put tiny clips on his hair or apply the littlest amount of lipstick on him because she wanted Louis to look pretty and not someone who's picked up from garbage.

When in fact she wanted a girl to have in the first place so instead of having another child she decided to make Louis the girl. Not that he's complaining because the clothes she bought him had always made him pretty, he appreciated that bit of his childhood. 

But once he was grown gone were the flamboyant clothes his mother bought him instead they were replaced with taunts and insults. 

Anyways back to his feminine side, after marriage or basically after being with Harry Louis realised how much he was actually connected with it. Harry made him realise that. Bringing him jewellery like the first necklace he bought him nervous because he didn't know how Louis felt about it, Louis loved the necklace, he still has it. Also in front of everyone he was Harry's husband but behind doors he preferred being a wife, something that both him and Harry loved.

 They changed from smaller minuscule items to bigger things like lingerie and dresses, Louis wore them in their home, for Harry's eyes only because well Harry was a very very possessive man, too possessive to let Louis wear anything revealing. And when Louis did wore something, Harry was sure to never leave his side.

Like now, Louis twirls in his newest babydoll, it was black, sheer with Lacy intricate details at the edges, so sheer that Louis could see the hickeys from previous night, Harry was working late shifts now and he was way too secretive about that. 

Louis knew he wasn't cheating because well Harry was too obsessed with him to cheat on him,but he also wouldn't say a word to Louis. Whenever Louis asked about work he'd change the topic. 

"Blue." Louis drops his phone and rushes to the door,

"Hi." Louis greets, hands coming to help Harry with his coat, the man pecks his mouth, "Hi." 

"You look tired." He comments and Harry smirks lazily, "Good observation, Mrs.Styles. I feel tired." He mumbles and Louis hums following the man in their home, his frown remains intact because the dark circles under Harry's eyes were troubling him. 

"Had a busy day didn't you? How was work what did we do today?" Harry stops in his track and looks at him, "I know what you're doing baby, but no. I'm not gonna fall for that." Louis pouts, "Is it so bad to ask my husband what he's doing when he's not around me? Don't you trust me?" 

"Louis, with my life. You know that, we've been through it before—"

"Yeah fine I get it." He mumbles annoyed at why Harry's work was such a big secret. It's not like he's working for some cult is he? And if he trusted him so much with his life and all why is it so hard for him to answer? 

"I can hear your brain thinking, sweetheart. You know you'd ask anything from me and I'll give it to you but not now, I cannot. How about I make it up to you." He suggests stroking Louis' hips as he holds him from behind.

Louis rolls his eyes, "I'll pass let's eat dinn—" he gasps when Harry turns him around and makes him sit on their dining table, "I wasn't exactly asking, pretty baby." 

"Harry." Louis warns because they've already broken enough things, not their dining table too.

"Louis." The cheeky man says with a grin and suddenly he looks younger than he is, Louis sighs and pulls him by the lapel as they kiss. It soon turns dirty and Harry's pushing him until he's lying flat against the table, dress pushed up as Harry buries his face in between his legs. He groans, nosing the smooth hairless skin of his boy, inhaling the rich and heady scent of saffron tinged with the slight hint of coffee in it.

The man laps his tongue over the tan skin sinking his teeth in it's juicy area, the one under him moans loudly, jerking from the sensation but Harry holds him down taking his time to devour him like a starved man.

With the first touch Harry's tongue against his pucker Louis looses himself, thrashing around the place as he pushes the dishes of food he's been preparing all day, nothing matters anyways because Harry's got his tongue lapping inside him sucking and biting around his rim as he eats him out.

Louis' legs are dangling over the alpha's broad shoulders as large hands hold his thighs, Louis moans arching his back, "H-Haz....Daddy." He cries and Harry groans appreciatively, the sound sending vibrations through Louis' body making him tense and spill in his panties. Harry laps up the remains before coming up, his once slicked back hair now sticking out in directions as Louis pulls him for a kiss, fingers making a quick show of preparing Louis until he's panting, still dressed in his baby doll on the table. The cool wood makes him hiss but when Harry's bringing him forward by his thighs he stops complaining.

"My pretty little housewife. Gonna do anything for you, love you so much." Harry says pressing kisses against Louis' chest who shudders, "D-Daddy fill me up, please." He whines high in his throat, watching as Harry removes himself and strokes his hard length before plummeting Louis with it. 

They both groan, Louis' back against the table once again, a large paw grips his throat as Harry thrust his hips, with each thrust Louis' jerking up from the table, "Look at you, begging for daddy's cock like the little cockslut that you are....Fuck, sweetheart." He curses slapping Louis' face with his free hand while the other holds his throat. Louis cries getting both his legs on the table and spreading them.

Harry grabs the left one and hikes it up his waist pressing into him deeper, "D-Daddy." He chokes and Harry smirks leaning down as he spits inside Louis' panting mouth before tightening his fingers around his throat, Louis sputters and comes untouched when Harry lets go off his throat, he licks his way from his boy's cute pudgy tummy to his chest where he sucks the erect little buds in. Thrusts never faltering as he hammers into his tiny sweetheart. 

Louis arches knuckles getting white from how he's holding the edge of the table, Harry keeps stabbing his sensitive bundle of nerves, "Daddy fill me up...make me pregnant, Please, need your babies in me." He begs.

 "There you go sweetheart, gonna fill your tiny little womb up. You look exquisite, darling boy." He rasps and then he's coming inside Louis, filling him to the brim. 

They both sigh against each other's mouth, "There goes our dinner." Louis giggles, his husband smiling, "Oh yeah? But I just had mine." Rolling his eyes Louis makes a move to push the man only for Harry to smirk, "Not so soon, baby boy." 

"Huh—" he gasps when Harry turns him over bending him over the table, a sharp smack making him shriek, "I am not done with you." 

"Ha—"

"Uh uh wrong name." Harry growls yanking his hair as he plunges inside Louis who moans loudly, "sorry daddy.." He breathes and Harry nibbles his neck covering him in bruises he knows he is going to have a pain in the arse hiding them from Zayn.

"You better be." Louis cries out when Harry holds his chest fucking him hard from behind to the point where his knees starts to buckle, Harry manhandles him again carrying him against a wall before he starts fucking in and out. Louis scratches his back eyes rolling backwards until he's shuddering and coming for the third time, Harry groans when he tightens and then he's following Louis soon with a deep grunt, filling his boy who softly whimpers.

Bone tired Louis snuggles in Harry's neck inhaling the man's scent, he starts peppering kisses there, "Daddy." He whimpers and Harry shushes him carrying them to their bed, 

"Daddy's here baby. It's okay." 

"I love you." Louis whispers and looks up to find green eyes staring at him, a fondness crossing them as Harry noses his hair, "I love you more." 

"Not possible Mr.Styles." He shyly mumbles poking his husband's stubbled cheeks.

"I tore your pretty little dress." Harry sheepishly mutters and Louis rolls his eyes, "I noticed. Didn't even compliment me fucking me like an animal." He complains softly and Harry tuts tilting his jaw,

"I'm sorry, My glitters. But I didn't had the time because you looked so gorgeous in that babydoll I lost my tongue." Louis huffs and hisses when Harry pushes a finger in his sensitive hole,

"D-Don't do that! Harry!" He shrieks wiggling when Harry laughs richly before dropping him to their bed, "I won't be home tomorrow." Louis opens his mouth only to snap it shut as he looks the other way.

Of course, Of course Harry forgot it, forgot their big day. Louis was stupid to think that he was different from anyone—

"L-Louis why are you crying?" Louis softly whimpers sniffling when tears leave his eyes, making him the fairy lights blur. "Get off me." He whispers and Harry grabs his jaw turning his face, Louis sobs not allowing him to do so. 

"Baby, I'm kidding! Goodness I wanted to keep tomorrow special since it's our anniversary which is why I've been coming home late since a week, I was arranging you a surprise but it's not a surprise anymore since I basically spilled out everything but I promise it isn't anything like what you're thinking, I didn't forgot our day, sweetheart. I could never." Louis blinks out the tears at the speech,

"Y-You ruined my surprise!" He squeals and Harry looks at him weirdly, "Because you were crying like I I was dying !" Louis whines and smacks his arm.

"I love you, you absolute idiot." He kisses Harry silent their kiss turning into a heated make out which eventually leads to them going for a third round.

******

"So." Louis starts sitting beside Harry who hums, "I'm not having a puppy talk with you once again, you have serious alle—"

"It's not a puppy talk!" Louis whines cutting him off, "Look at me." Harry does, glasses on his nose and looking every bit of a sexy professor,

"I saw a baby today, a very, extremely cute baby with green eyes." Harry's eyes widens and Louis nods,

"Louis." 

"Can we? Please? A baby is what we need, Hazza. I wanna be a mom." He begs and Harry chuckles in disbelief

"You wanna start a family, Lou?" 

"Yes." 

"Well then my darling let's go tomorrow at the hospital." 

******

Two kids, a big house, a beautiful wife, Harry had it all and damn he'd be lying if he didn't accept that he was one lucky son of a bitch. 

 And his wife was none other than the love his life. 

"Dad, what are you thinking about?" His little girl, Angela questions wide blue eyes staring right into Harry's soul, "Nothing baby come over here, there you go. Now look at your mom, isn't he beautiful?" His daughter giggles,

"Mum is so pretty." Harry smiles at that looking at his love who was playing with their boy, sun rays filtering through his face making him even more beautiful.  

"Love. Will you do me a favour?" He asks and she nods eagerly, "Go give this to your mum." He hands her the rose he had with him, watching as she waddles to Louis, he gauges his love's actions, the way blue eyes cast down and then shyly look at him, a crimson blush on those golden cheeks as Louis walks towards him like a sin.

 "Mister Styles, what does this mean?" The sinfully gorgeous boy says, Harry leans down to kiss his crinkled eyes, "You look too pretty to be ignored." Louis giggles and crosses his arm around Harry's neck, the taller man swaying them, 

"Mumma! Dadda! Are we dancing?" Warren, Angela's twin asks and Harry nods, the kids circling them as they all dance to unknown music, giggles and laughter surrounding the Styles family garden.

 A while later when the kids are in bed Louis crawls to his husband resting his head against the hard chest, "Today was fun." He whispers drawing circles on Harry's skin.

"Yeah? I loved how our kids played." 

"It's their fifth birthday, I was thinking of Disneyland. Warren's been whining about it for ages." 

"That's actually a good idea. And if we're done being parents, can we go back to being lovers?" Louis' giggle perks him up as he pulls him down for a kiss.

"My beautiful wife, I love you so much." He whispers and Louis blushes gorgeously, "I love you more, my handsome husband."