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“Come on, H,” Zayn sighed as he emerged from Harry’s formerly neat closet. “You'd love it!”

Harry slowly turned his head to face his friend, his skin rubbing against the soft surface of the pillow. He hated that it still had Blake’s cologne lingering on it. If he hadn’t been sobbing for two days straight, he would’ve had the right mind to at least wash the sheets the day it ended. But heartbreak never leaves him with a clear mind. “I don't even know the band,” Harry muttered. “So it won’t be any fun. Can't you just leave me here to decompose in peace?”

“Just because you got dumped the week before Valentine’s Day doesn't mean you need to stay in like a hermit today,” Zayn said as he threw a shirt into the large pile of clothes that was now gathering on Harry’s lounge chair. Internally there was a side of him that was screaming at seeing everything so untidy, but he had too much sadness in him to care. “You're a catch! Let someone reel you in!”

Harry thought Blake was a catch. As if.

Blake, Harry's now ex-boyfriend of four years, decided someone else's bed was more fun to be in. Harry didn’t even know if Blake meant for him to find out, but coming home early from work to find him in bed with a co-worker was enough for Harry’s world to come crashing down. Somehow, he got back to his own flat while ringing Sarah and Mitch, sobbing all the way back until he dove into his bed and stayed there for days. His friends checked up on him though, and he was ever grateful for their help.

Except for right now. Because Zayn was on a mission he very much didn’t want to be a part of.

The most romantic day of the year was upon them, and Harry was single for the first time in years. Simply perfection. It’s not like Harry needed the reminder that he was going to practically die alone. Yet Zayn was convincing him to go out, which was the last thing he wanted.

“I think I’ve made great progress in a week,” Harry sniffed.

“Sure,” Zayn nodded as he looked over a pink faux fur jacket before discarding it in the pile. “Creating a burner account to stalk your ex’s Instagram sounds pretty healthy, innit?”

Harry sighed as he sat up. “I’m not proud of that! I just… I can’t believe I wasn’t enough. Am I not allowed to find out why I wasn’t enough?” He knew it wasn’t healthy, but there was a small part of his brain that wanted to find out how the fuck Blake was handling the breakup. Was he even sad at all? That man didn’t post much anyways so it’s not like Harry found anything solid to mope about. He still followed that co-worker though… so Harry wasn’t beyond thinking that they were both probably still hooking up and laughing about him. Sometimes his mind wasn't the best at making him feel better.

“You are enough!” Liam said as he walked into the room, carrying a cup of orange juice with a silly straw that had a small heart at the end. “Too much, in fact, for him. It’s never going to be your fault for his cheating, Haz.”

“Tell my heart that,” he muttered as he sat up, smiling as he took the glass. “Thanks, Li. I love the straw.”

“Saw them at Tesco’s the other day and thought you’d might like it,” Liam grinned, deciding to sit on a chair near the bed as he watched his boyfriend emerge from the closet yet again.

“Ha! Put this on,” Zayn flung a hanger at Harry, “and I’ll get you some matching trousers.”

Harry managed to catch it without spilling any juice but felt the sequins before he realized what he was holding, and his eyes went wide as he looked at the top. “This?” It was a sparkly red blazer that he hadn’t worn in years. Blake wasn’t the biggest fan of him wearing revealing clothing, claiming he didn’t need other men seeing what he had, so Harry respected his wishes and didn’t show his chest off when they went out. He had forgotten he even had the top, a birthday gift someone had given him during uni.

“Yes,” Zayn grinned as he threw him some black trousers. “Show your four tits off for once! Someone’s bound to come munching.”

As much as he wanted to wear something nice, he still wasn’t convinced going out was a good idea. “I don’t want to be a fifth wheel on Valentine’s Day,” Harry sighed. “It’s not fair to you guys.”

“And with this outfit,” Liam smiled, holding up the black pants against the blazer, “you’ll definitely find the sixth. The concert is going to be fantastic! You’ll have fun, we’ll have fun, and we’re all going to have a much better time than what you would’ve done with you know who.”

“I don’t want to be a bother,” Harry said softly as he looked at them both. “You all have done enough.”

“Stop it, Haz!” Zayn tsked. “You’re coming with us alright? You deserve a nice night out with people who care about you. Now put this on so we can find you a man that deserves all those humps you’re going to accentuate.”

Which turned into the boyfriends giving their – very well sung in fact – rendition of My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas, and that was enough to turn Harry into a giggling mess.

“Alright,” Harry said in between laughs as he raised the top in front of him. “Do you think a boa will match with this?”

“Don’t wear one of your boas,” Zayn said, snatching the two hangers from him and hanging them near the door.

“Why?” Harry pouted. “A pink one would match so well…”

Zayn just gave him a look as he walked back towards him. “Boas are great for our pride parades. Not for when you’re trying to pull and instead of your tongue your man has a mouth full of these fake feathers. Wear some of your nice lingerie in case you get laid, but no boas.”

Harry giggled to himself. Perhaps he was right. “Alright. No boas.”

“We’ll be done with dinner by eight. Sarah and Mitch are picking you up after their dinner, and then we’ll meet at the venue,” he bent over to plant a kiss on Harry’s head. “It’s going to be a fun night, okay?”

“Okay,” Harry nodded. Maybe dressing up for a romantic holiday wouldn’t be so bad after all.

♡

Harry shivered in his wool plaid coat as he walked along the street, happy to look down and see his shiny red boots clinking away at the pavement. He had a lot of fun getting ready, taking a bath, putting on his best skin care and makeup, doing his hair in a way that made his curls bouncier and fuller, even pulling out an expensive lipstick he hadn’t used in a while. He took Zayn’s advice and pulled out the red panties with garters that snapped around his thighs. He had bought them a month ago thinking they would be perfect to wear for Blake on Valentine’s day, but a small thrill went up his spine thinking someone else could enjoy them. Maybe he would find a nice bloke at the concert who would want to spend the night with him.

And once the car was waiting for him outside and he took a final look in the mirror, he couldn’t help but feel proud of himself for going through with it. It felt good to look pretty again, and maybe it would catch another guy’s attention. But he just wanted to have a fun night after going through hell.

“I’m glad you’re with us tonight, Haz,” Sarah said as they walked along, bumping their arms together. “We were really worried about you this whole week.”

The couple had visited him at least four times since he broke up with Blake, and they were just as helpful as his other best friends. They brought him lunch at work, and even sent him flowers earlier in the day so he wouldn’t feel too left out from the celebrations. It was probably because Harry was the reason they met in the first place, and now that they’re married and have an adorable child together, Harry feels proud that he was able to witness their love grow. But seeing them also made his heart ache as he remembered he had to start all over again to find someone to date, let alone share a life with. He wasn’t really a one night stand kind of person, but another guy for the night would be a nice distraction.

He really thought Blake was going to be it for him, though. They met in his last year of uni, and Blake was even the first one to bring up marriage and kids. Guess a green flag like that wasn’t enough to hide all the red ones Harry tried to ignore in the end.

Mitch nodded. “Just have fun tonight, and don’t think of anything sad, okay? You’re single, so flaunt it.”

“Thank you both,” Harry giggled, digging his cold hands in his pockets, making sure the rings didn’t pull on the fabric.

Zayn and Liam soon appeared, walking up to them as they all got in line with the rest of the concert goers, and that’s when Harry realized Zayn was holding something.

“Is that a sign?” Sarah asked, her head already tilted as she tried to read it.

Zayn was practically grinning. “Liam’s idea! Look,” he said as he unfolded it.

It was a white poster with sparkly red hearts drawn around it, and massive black letters that made Harry’s jaw drop.

“You can’t show that!” he yelped. “It’s so cheesy!”

“My best mate’s ex-boyfriend cheated on him last week. Dedicate a song to him?” Mitch read aloud.

Harry couldn’t believe his ears or eyes. “You want to announce to EVERYONE at this venue that I got dumped? I’m not that desperate, Zee!”

“Oh come on it’s not like anyone would blame you for being cheated on,” Zayn answered as he folded it up and put it in his tote bag. “Besides, if an entire concert of men finds out someone like you is single, you're bound to have at least ten wanting to run a train on you. And Louis will be sweet about it for sure.”

Louis? “Who is Louis?” Harry frowned. Did they already have a date in mind for him?

“Louis Tomlinson! The lead singer of Matchsticks!” Sarah said as she pointed to the marquee. “We’ve had these tickets for months since the show’s been sold out. He’s known to be very kind to fans when they tell stories about love and heartbreak, so if he sees Zayn’s sign, he’ll probably give you a shout out.”

Harry looked up to see the name Matchsticks in big letters. “Well, I still hope he doesn’t see it. Don’t need that attention on me.”

“Sure,” Mitch laughed. “Trust me, you’ll want it. He’s gay.”

Oh. Well in that case…

It didn’t take them long to finally enter the venue, and Harry was happy, and a bit worried, once he realized they had front row balcony seats. It had a perfect view of the stage, and Harry realized that if Zayn did decide to show his sign, the lead singer would probably read it. Perhaps he would be lucky, and the man wouldn’t bother with such a boring topic. Besides, he already saw a few handsome men in the crowd as they walked inside, and if he accidently bumped into any of them he was sure he’d find a way to give them his number. He knew his way would be much less embarrassing to find a man.

The opening act came on, and while Harry didn’t know who they were at all, they had a few songs he could bop along to as he sipped on his drink. But when it was time for Matchsticks to take the stage, the lights went completely black as the crowd started to scream. And even Harry was excited despite not knowing what the hell he was about to listen to.

Red lights started to flash on the stage, and then the band members emerged from backstage and got behind their instruments as they waved to the crowd. But there was no one behind the mic in the center of the stage, so that meant the lead singer hadn’t arrived yet.

But Harry wasn’t prepared for the way the room started to scream as a man walked to center stage, and he found himself gasping as he watched the man stand under the spotlight. That lead was absolutely gorgeous in every way. Harry could see just how sharp his cheekbones were even from afar. The man’s hair was nicely tousled, like it would be soft to touch if he could. He was wearing a zip up jacket, and red trackies. Not an ounce of skin showing unfortunately, and Harry found himself pouting as he stared down. For some reason.

He didn’t even realize the music had started until he watched Louis approach the mic, his lips fully on the tip as he sang. It looked like… well if Zayn asked him what the color was of anything, Harry wouldn’t know where to start. It was absolutely mesmerizing to watch him perform, for both his heads.

Once the first song ended, Louis quieted the crowd down as he said a few words.

“Good evening, London! We are Matchsticks, and we are so happy you could join us on the day of love. I just want to thank you for being here tonight. We’ve been waiting to tour for a long time, and it just doesn’t happen without you lot showing up. So thank you! This is Saturdays.”

And Harry didn’t know what the words were, but he was swaying along to the melancholy vibe and made sure to dance around for the sick guitar solo the bassist had.

It didn’t matter what song they were playing, Harry was just entranced at watching Louis on stage, from the way he moved to the way he would seductively touch the mic stand to the way Harry was ready to throw dollar bills when Louis unzipped his jacket to throw it off stage. He hoped he’d get hotter and take his shirt off, just for fun. Because then he saw the few tattoos that littered his arms, and Harry had a very deep need to kiss some of them. For some reason.

It wasn’t Harry’s fault that the lead just happened to be one of the hottest men he’d seen in a while.

And somehow Harry was finding himself endeared all the same. Louis’ smile was something else, and the way he spoke in between songs made him wonder how magical it would be to wake up to that voice every morning. But he wasn’t about to imagine a lead singer who knew nothing about him would be interested. With his luck, Louis was probably married with five children. If Harry had met him when they were younger, he would’ve definitely locked that down early, and have his babies as soon as they could. He was just that handsome.

But during one song, Harry found himself nearly dropping to his knees. Louis casually strolled to the edge of the stage and told the crowd to sing the rest of the verse as he pointed to them, and it was just enough to raise his shirt. And clear as day was a massive bulge just sitting there between his legs, and Harry found himself blushing. Even more so when Louis seemed to look down at it and smirk before walking back to his mic stand. It was absolutely obscene. At least Harry would have something to think about once he went to bed.

Before Harry knew it, they had reached the halfway point to the show, and that’s when he watched Louis grab the mic and start walking up and down the stage.

“How’s everybody feeling?” he asked as he stopped at the other end of the stage. “You enjoying your time, love? Yeah? Good girl,” he grinned. “Your friend there had a sign. Oof. Alright there's a sign here that says I just got dumped by my… FWB? What the hell is that?”

Harry giggled at him not knowing what it meant. Perhaps he didn’t have that with someone before.

“Friends with benefits? You can get dumped from that?” he laughed. “No offense love but have you considered you might be the problem? Just saying.” The crowd started laughing as Louis shushed them. “No don’t take it like that! I’m just saying you might not have been compatible from the start so don’t beat yourself up over it, alright? Same to the lad back there with a similar sign,” he pointed into the crowd. “All I ask is for some self-reflection. That’s all.” He nodded to both of them before walking to the other side of the stage, directly in Harry’s line of view. Shit, he truly was hot up close.

But Louis seemed to ignore the fans with signs right in front of him and instead was looking up at the balconies, and that’s when Harry noticed that Zayn had pulled out his sign and started to wave it happily in front of him.

And to Harry’s horror, Louis seemed to easily spot it.

“Oi! What does that sign say?” he said as he looked up at them and squinted. “Your best mate got cheated on? Who's your best mate, lad?”

The crew quickly pointed to Harry, and Harry felt an all over blush as he locked eyes with Louis. He felt like all the air had left his lungs at that moment, those very blue eyes just staring at his soul.

“You? Someone cheated on you? With who? A bloody Gucci model?”

The crowd laughed. Somehow it wasn’t that mortifying to have most of the venue staring at him. Having Louis looking up at him with a blinding smile as just enough to calm him.

Harry shook his head, happily appreciating the compliment. At least Louis didn’t think he was ugly or something. “No!” He yelled back. “With his co-worker!”

“His co-worker?” Louis tsked. “I'm assuming you're not surprised by this?”

Harry shook his head again. Not the least bit. He always had a feeling that co-worker was going to give him trouble.

“Wanker!” Louis yelled as he shook his head. “Well - what's your name?”

“Harry!”

“Well Harold, just be glad that you found out before he became your husband or summat you know? You were too good for him, love!”

Why there were butterflies in Harry’s stomach, he didn’t know. But he couldn’t believe a simple interaction with Louis could make him feel like that.

“Thank you,” he laughed, and he couldn't believe he was grinning like an idiot as that handsome man with a nice bulge was trying to make him feel better. And it was actually working.

“What's the idiot’s name?”

“Blake!” they all yelled.

Louis nodded. “Right then. Blake! Fuck youuuuu you lying prick!” he sang as he put his middle finger up and whispered something to his band before walking back to the mic stand. “Now we’re going to play a song to cheer our new friend Harold up. I'm going to need everyone to sing along to this song. My lovely lad Niall here is going to lead it – not because I don’t know the lyrics but it’s been a long day- so please give him a hand!” the crowd cheered as Niall stepped up before Louis continued. “This is for Harold and all the other gorgeous single people out there on Valentine’s Day. You will survive! And you lot better know all the words or I'm revoking your gay cards!”

And Harry found himself dancing as everyone in the room sang along to “I Will Survive”. He nearly bit his lip as he caught Louis looking up at him and winking as the song ended. All he could manage was a wave, which Louis quickly returned before they started the setlist again.

Zayn leaned over as Louis started to sing again.

“Didn’t I tell you it would be worth it?” he grinned.

Harry laughed as he clapped to the beat. “Sorry for ever doubting you, Zee.”

And for the rest of the concert, he giddily watched as Louis would look up in his direction again. Harry hoped that even in the darkness of the crowd, maybe Louis could still see him. At least he would be going home with a fun memory on Valentine’s Day, all thanks to Louis Tomlinson.

♡

Once the concert ended, Harry and the rest of his friends slowly made their way out of their seats and to the lobby. But before they could even reach the stairs, Harry felt a tap on his shoulder. A redheaded man was standing there, breathing heavily like he had just finished a mile sprint.

“Are you Harold?”

“Harry,” he corrected. “Yeah?”

“Boss said pretty lad in a sparkly red top so you must be the one,” the man shrugged as he handed him some tickets. “He wanted me to give you and your friends these. We’re having an after party at this club, and your story must have touched him-”

“Yeah on his dick,” Liam muttered before Zayn elbowed him.

“Because he hoped you lot could join us for the night.”

Harry could hardly believe what he was hearing. Louis was inviting him and his friends out? 

“Yes!” Sarah answered as the rest of them nodded.

“I’d like that,” Harry smiled, taking the tickets from him.

“Great! See you there,” he smiled with a nod before disappearing into the crowd.

“Look at you getting noticed by Louis!” Zayn laughed, patting him on the back. “And you said my sign was cheesy.”

“It was cheesy,” Harry giggled, still staring down at the tickets, “but at least we get to party at a private club tonight.” He couldn’t believe he was going to actually meet Louis.

♡

They all found the club easily, and were led up to some of the private rooms once they said who had invited them. After showing their passes to a large man standing by a curtain, he let them through.

And Harry was almost embarrassed at how easily he found Louis in the crowd. There he was laughing with some other men, but he seemed to sense Harry’s gaze and turned to face him. Harry really couldn’t help the flutter in his stomach as he saw how big Louis’ smile was when he saw him.

“My friend Harold!” he said as he walked over to them. Louis looked him over, and Harry could’ve sworn his gaze lingered a little too long on his chest. “I’m glad you came.”

“Thanks for inviting us,” Harry grinned. “These are my friends, Sarah, Mitch, Liam, and Zayn is the one who was holding the sign.”

“Was it your idea?” Louis asked Zayn. “Because I’m very glad we can all be here for Harold on a night like this,” he smirked as he looked at Harry.

“Harry,” he almost squeaked. “My name’s Harry. Not Harold.”

Louis frowned. “It’s not short for Harold?”

Harry shook his head. “Nope,” he giggled. “Just Harry.”

“Hm. I still like Harold for some reason,” Louis grinned. “Well, enjoy yourself lads. Drinks are plenty and the music is decent.”

The couples thanked him and went off in different directions, and just as Harry was about to get himself a drink, Louis quickly touched his forearm.

“Harry?” he said. “First, I love this thing you’re wearing. Suits you and that lovely chest you have,” he winked. “But I thought I’d introduce you to some of my band. They wanted to meet you too after that sign. Up for it?”

Harry found himself grinning like an idiot. “Thank you. Yeah, I’d like that.” He followed Louis to the other side of the room where a group was playing billiards.

“Harry,” Louis started. “This is Niall and Lewis,” he pointed to two men that were standing next to each other. “I introduce them together because thanks to me, they’re dating. My longtime bassist, Niall, just fell for a newly hired drummer, Lewis, and the rest is history.”

“Really?” Harry laughed. “Pleasure to meet you both.”

“Sorry about your breakup,” Lewis said. “But like the boss was saying, you’re better off without the stupid wanker! Who wants to stay with someone who doesn’t respect you?”

“Exactly,” Niall said as he leaned over to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek.

With Louis by his side, Harry went around and met other people like the Matchsticks’ manager, tour manager, merch guy, and others that helped make the tour happen. He liked seeing how close Louis seemed to be with them, and how much they all respected him. Tomorrow he was going to make sure to order all the Matchsticks album, and listen to them top to bottom. With Louis leading them, there was no doubt he would fall in love with all of the songs.

And seeing him up close, Harry wondered if there were people who didn’t fall for Louis. Those cheekbones were even sharper than he originally thought, and those eyes somehow got even more blue. He had a rough stubble on his face, and Harry found himself blushing at the thought of the burn that could leave between his thighs. He really didn’t need to think of Louis in that way when the man was only being kind to him.

But it did make him wonder if Louis does this all the time with some lucky fans, making them feel special just because. He would hate to think it was something more all because Harry was developing a small crush.

It wasn’t until they were alone by a window that overlooked the rest of the club that Harry felt like bringing it up. Louis had just brought him a drink, and they were sitting together on a booth that lined the wall, both had their elbows resting on the backrests, their knees almost touching.

“So,” Harry said as his tongue brought the straw to his lips, “do you always bring men from the crowd backstage like this?”

Louis smirked. “Suddenly feeling like you’re not special, Harold?”

Harry shook his head as he laughed. “I’m just wondering if you always introduce your entire crew to someone… insignificant in the long run. It’s not like you know me.” He could hear his heart in his ears as Louis leaned in closer, putting both hands to rest on Harry’s thighs as he stared at him, those blue eyes so piercing even in the low light.

“Your name is Harry, or Harold as I like to call you. You’re 25? 26?”

“28 actually,” he laughed.

“Right. That’s my favorite number actually,” Louis grinned to himself. “Anyways. Harry, 28. Has a fashion taste that could rival Elton John probably, and I feel like you would’ve strutted in here with a boa around that pretty neck. Probably pink since you like to be festive on days like these.”

Harry’s eyes went wide. Was he a mind reader?

“Your ex is an absolute blockhead for cheating on someone like you.”

“So you’re saying if I was ugly I would have deserved it?” Harry teased. He was never going to forget being compared to a Gucci model.

“No and you know that!” Louis chuckled. “I guess if Beyonce can be cheated on, no one is safe. But if you think your looks weren’t enough to keep him…” he trailed off with a cough. “Anyways. To have a kind group of friends taking you out on Valentine’s Day shows me you’re well loved, so I doubt you weren’t enough for that idiot. My fans are probably bashing him on twitter as we speak. So we all know it’s a him problem.”

“Probably needs some self-reflection?” Harry giggled. He liked thinking that Blake’s name was trending for reasons he didn’t know.

Louis’ face brightened at the line. “So you were paying attention, huh?”

“Yes,” Harry smiled bashfully. “Tonight was the first time I heard your music, so now every time I listen to your albums I’m going to think of this night. You truly made it special, Louis.”

“Really?” Louis laughed as he leaned back. “Well, only the best for my fans, new and old.”

“Thanks,” Harry grinned, sipping his drink.

Louis tilted his head. “So what would you have done today if you weren’t single?”

“Hm? Oh,” Harry thought for a moment. “I would’ve liked to have gone to a nice restaurant for dinner, maybe dancing after. I just really like getting flowers and sweets for the day from my man. But that clearly didn’t happen,” he sighed.

“Do you miss him then?”

“I think I miss the time with him. Like I feel as if I wasted four years of my life on him, and for what? So he could end up in bed with that bloke from accounting?” he sighed. “I’m not really a cynical person, but it does make me lose faith in my relationships. What if the next one goes to shit as well?”

Louis looked at him carefully, his eyes tender. “That’s just a chance you have to take, love,” he said softly. “It’s a risk we always take when you open your heart to someone.”

“A risk I want to take less and less,” Harry giggled as he shook his head. “Adopting ten cats and moving to the countryside sounds more enticing every day.”

“I hope the next one is the one then,” Louis smiled. “You can bring him with you to your cat paradise in the country.” He got up and offered his hand. “Care to dance?”

“With me?”

“You said you wanted dancing tonight. At least I can help you there.”

“Alright,” Harry grinned, his heart already beating faster. 

He followed him down the stairs that led to dance floor, not knowing what the song was playing but it seemed like a rather slow one. Swallowing down any fears, Harry decided to loop his arms around Louis’ neck, which seemed to surprise the other man but still made him smile. Being close enough to smell his cologne made Harry’s knees melt, even though he couldn’t tell what exactly it was. All he knew was that he would rather wake up to that scent on his pillow than his ex’s.

At first he didn’t know what Louis would be comfortable with, but once he felt one hand on the small of his back and the other grabbing his waist and pulling him closer, Harry thought that their hips together would be more than okay. And it was, because Louis seemed to enjoy it in more than one place as they slowly moved along with the other couples around them.

“Mmm,” Harry muttered without thinking, trying to see the bulge without being too obvious. Probably as close he was ever going to be, and it almost made him want to pout when he felt just how warm and large it felt against him.

“Sorry,” Louis said with a half-smile, leaning in so his mouth could almost kiss Harry’s ear. “You’re just so beautiful. Kind of hard to tell my other head you’re not available.”

Harry swallowed hard. “What makes you think I’m not available?”

Louis leaned back to face him. “You are? It didn’t seem like you wanted to be with another guy after a fresh break up.”

Staring back at Louis made Harry’s skin prickle all over as he licked his lips. It really was now or never. “Maybe not to a random man who just wants to fuck me,” he began, “but… I like you? I wouldn’t mind… spending the night with you.”

A smile just bloomed on Louis’ face as he thrust against him a bit, making a gasp escape Harry’s lips. “I’ve wanted you since I saw you up in those seats, looking like a Juliet just waiting up there for her prince. If the show didn’t depend on me so much, I would’ve climbed up there just to introduce myself more personally.”

Suddenly Harry found himself being turned around, and felt a very hard cock against his bum. Not that he was complaining, but his mind was still trying to comprehend that Louis – oh so beautiful, handsome, amazing Louis – actually liked him back, and was attracted enough to give him a hard on right there in the middle of a crowd.

“Do you know how badly I wanted you?” he whispered in his ear as they grinded to the beat, and Harry already started panting. “I had my assistant sprint to go find you once I got offstage, and I couldn’t sit down until I knew I was going to see you again. I nearly lost my mind when I saw you bending over the balcony a few times during some songs, and your top was so close to slipping and showing your tits to everyone. It made me wonder how pretty you’d look being bent over that same balcony – empty of course because I want to be the only one hearing those moans – as you took me from behind,” and he made a point to hold Harry’s waist in place and grind harder against him, “and I’ll be the first to admit that my fantasies are often tame when I see strangers I like, but seeing you unlocked something in me. Even one night would probably be heaven with you.”

Harry knew he was blushing from head to toe at that point. Hard and leaking in his own pants, one hand placed up around Louis’ neck to balance himself, and trying not to moan once he felt the scratch of Louis’ beard against his own neck, a love bite being sucked into it.

“Take me home then,” Harry panted. “Show me what you want to do.” And he thought Louis might have paused to think about it, but he was already being led off the dance floor by the time he finished his sentence. Louis got their coats for them, but decided to leave from the back entrance.

“I don’t need my band knowing I’m going home with you just yet,” Louis said rather shyly as they stepped into the cold air. “Or else at tomorrow’s show they’re never going to shut up about it, and I’d rather not spend an entire show blushing every time they mention you.”

“I get it,” Harry laughed. He wanted to keep their night to themselves too. He definitely wasn’t going to tell his friends about it for a good 24 hours. He wasn’t one to kiss and tell quickly. Except. “Louis?” he asked, stopping in his tracks.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked, the worry all over his face.

“I haven’t been kissed today,” Harry swallowed, biting at his bottom lip. The cold air was biting his face, but he felt so hot as Louis looked at him like a smirking tiger stalking its prey.

“Oh,” Louis smiled. “I can fix that.” And backed Harry against the brick alley wall and placed a soft kiss over his lips. And then another, and another, until his tongue found his way into his mouth and Harry was getting hot and bothered all over again.

“Fuck,” he smiled dopily as Louis pulled away. “You’re good at that.”

“Just wait till you see what else my mouth can do,” the other man said with a smirk, taking Harry’s hand between his and pulling him towards the street. And all Harry could do was moan again as he followed.

♡

“Let’s stop here,” Louis said suddenly. Harry looked up to see where they were. One of those all night stores.

“Why?” he asked, but followed him inside anyway. They were on their way to Louis’ hotel which was only a few blocks away, and Harry was getting hornier by the second. He kind of wanted to wrap his legs around Louis as soon as humanly possible, but if Louis wanted to stop for something, he’d do what was needed.

“Just wait here,” Louis said before disappearing into one of the aisles. Harry looked around and saw some treats on a display table. They all had some type of Valentine message on them, but he gasped when he saw a particularly naughty one. He just knew he had to buy it for Louis. And just as he was done paying for it, he saw Louis walking towards him with a bouquet of roses.

“For you, love,” Louis gave him a soft smile, “be my valentine?”

“Yes,” Harry grinned back, already so touched by the gesture. Once Louis paid for the flowers and a box of chocolates, Harry couldn’t help but stuff his face in the petals and give them a good sniff. “You didn’t have to get me these you know.”

“How else am I supposed to ask a pretty boy to be mine if not with flowers?” Louis said, leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek.

Harry knew he was already reading too much into it, but the fact that Louis wasn’t adding “for the night” or “mine tonight” made him hope Louis would like to see him again. But again, he didn’t want to set himself up for disappointment. For tonight, he belonged to Louis. He could only hope Louis wanted it for longer too.

♡

Once they were in Louis’ hotel room, Harry shrugged his coat off and placed it neatly on a coat rack. He still had the box of naughty treats in his hands, though, and Louis frowned as he noticed it.

“Do you want to eat those first?” Louis asked as he took his own coat off. “Or the chocolates?”

Harry looked down at his box. “Oh! No um- I bought these for you.”

“Me?” Louis smiled. “Really? I thought you just bought yourself some sweets since I had you waiting there.”

Harry shook his head. “I got them for you. Perfect time to open them actually.”

Louis raised a brow as he took them. “Perfect time eh? I-” he gasped with a laugh as he looked up at Harry once he opened the lid. “You really are naughty!”

“Not if we both want that,” Harry blushed as he leaned over to read it. "Nut in me? Please?"

“Yeah,” Louis said as he lunged forward and kissed him. “All that and more.”

Thankfully the treats were somehow put safely on a table near them before they continued to kiss, and Harry found out just how good Louis was at kissing. He was already hard before the other man’s tongue was exploring his mouth, which only made Harry frantically try to unzip Louis’ jacket and throw it somewhere else.

“Slow down there, babe,” Louis laughed as he kissed him again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Well Harry really couldn’t be blamed since he wasn’t sure if he was ever going to see Louis again. He wanted to soak up every feeling, image, scent, so he’d have something to look back on in case it would be the last time he’d see Louis.

“You’re fit as fuck,” Harry said instead, trying to hide a smile with another kiss. “Sue me.”

Louis just smiled into the kiss, pulling him in closer by the waist as they stood there. Eventually some clothes started to come off, but once Harry started to shrug off his red blazer, he felt Louis’ hand on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

“Keep it on?” Louis said with a sheepish smile. “I- fuck. Kind of had a wish to see you riding me with it.”

Harry felt himself blushing. He’s really going to send a Zayn a fruit basket for picking this outfit. “You’re lucky I’m not a total pillow princess,” he giggled with a nod, kissing him again as he went to pull off Louis’ shirt. And he was more than pleased to see the scattering of tattoos on his chest, and without another thought he bent his head to place a kiss on the 78 near his heart.

“Really?” Louis groaned, and suddenly Harry felt himself being pushed against the bed. He was flat on his back in an instant, with Louis crawling over him with a smirk. “I have a feeling you’d do whatever I’d want you to.”

And Harry really had to take in what he was seeing. Louis’ trackies were sitting low on his waist, and he was practically tenting in them as he hovered over him. His arms were flexed based on the position, and the golden tan to his skin just made him so bitable. And that was all before he reached his face, with those blue eyes that just seemed to pierce his heart in all the right places, and a look that made him want to have his babies right then and there. Yeah, Harry would do anything that man would ask him to do.

“Maybe,” Harry said, smiling as Louis leaned down to kiss him. Which of course brought the rest of his body down, and Harry couldn’t help moaning as he felt how hard his cock was. He found himself gripping Louis’ side tightly with one hand, and then traveled lower to encourage more friction against him. And to his pleasant surprise, he found a firm, round bum that he couldn’t help giving a good squeeze.

“Naughty,” Louis murmured as he thrust against him. As he pulled back, his hand went down and started to unzip Harry’s trousers. “Want these off.”

Harry nodded as he raised his lower half while Louis peeled them off, and felt himself blushing again as he remembered what he wore under them.

“Fuck,” Louis grinned as he saw back to look at him. “Crotchless? Hoping to get lucky tonight?”

“My friend’s idea,” Harry giggled as Louis reached out to snap one of the garters.

“You look… sorry but if I was coming home to this every night I would’ve been a complete knothead to not want to be with you,” he said, looking awestruck by the sight of Harry’s lingerie.

“Thanks,” was all Harry could murmur. It wasn’t the first time Louis said something like that during the night, and it made the butterflies in Harry’s stomach grow even bigger.

“You’re just beautiful,” Louis practically whispered as he started to stroke Harry’s thighs. “Can I?” he looked up, eyeing the bulge in Harry’s panties.

“Yeah,” Harry breathed, “please.”

With quick hands Louis stroked him through the fabric of the panties, bringing his cock out, the tip already soaked in precum.

“Fuck,” Louis groaned as he started to stroke him. “I just love every part of you.”

Harry watched in awe as Louis’ hand worked over him, so skillful and firm. “I can feel it,” he panted, trying not to thrust up into his hand. “But can you fuck me already? I’m like two minutes from coming if you keep doing that.”

“Yeah, baby,” Louis smiled, putting his cock back in his panties, leaving the tip out so he could bend over and place a kiss on it, making Harry moan loudly.

Wait. Love? Did Louis say love? He really wasn’t helping Harry’s crush grow into something more. But he lay back and opened his legs readily, taking whatever Louis was willing to give him.

He watched him fish for something in his pockets, his brow furrowed as each hand came up empty.

“Something wrong?” Harry asked.

“I don’t have a condom,” Louis grunted. “Fuck. I don’t usually do… this,” he said with a blush on his cheeks.

There was something so endearing about seeing Louis so in control one minute and then blushing in the next. “Pick up strangers?” Harry offered, leaning up on his elbows, legs still very much open.

“Yeah,” Louis sat back as he laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had this spontaneous sex before.”

They sat in silence as Louis looked him over, and Harry couldn’t take his eyes off the very delicious bulge in those trackies.

“I’m clean… just putting that out there,” Harry said as he bit his lip. “I was worried my ex could’ve given me something, but my tests came back normal… you?”

Louis met his eyes. “I get tested all the time and I’m clean as of a few days ago. Haven’t been with anyone since…” he shrugged. “So… you’re good if we do it raw?” A bit of precum escaped Harry’s cock at the way he said it, dribbling down and soaking the panties, and Louis quickly noticed and smirked. “I’ll take that as a yes.” And Harry nodded so fast he thought his neck would break.

“I meant it when I asked for you to nut in me,” he said. “Even better if I can feel it.”

“You’re gonna ruin me,” Loui murmured as he crawled over him, starting to suck love bites onto his neck. He reached up to stick a hand underneath some of the pillows near the headboard and pulled out a bottle of lube.

“No condoms but plenty of lube on hand?” Harry teased as he stared at it.

“Sometimes being a dashing rockstar can get pretty lonely, love,” Louis grinned, flipping the cap of it and squirting some onto his fingers. “I’m not one to just fuck any guy I see.”

Harry was mesmerized at the way Louis was rubbing the lube between his hands, each finger glistening in the dim light of the room. “You only met me today. What makes me so special?” He wasn’t beyond a casual fish for compliments, even if his legs were going to be wrapped around him soon.

“Hm,” Louis said as he leaned over, running a hand across Harry’s chest until he found a nipple under the blazer. “You’re pretty,” he whispered as he pinched the bud, making Harry gasp. “Gorgeous set of these,” he said as he squeezed the handful. “Your smile,” he bent down to give him a soft kiss, “is breathtaking for the dimples alone. And the rest of you,” he glanced down, “is just… like you were made for me. I like everything about you. Curls, legs, personality…” he sighed as he kissed him again, and Harry felt his hand go between his legs. “And will probably love this too.” And circled his hole with a finger before pushing in, and Harry just moaned without a care.

Everything was too much in such a good way. There was no sign Louis felt like this was a one night stand or something. It felt too intimate to just be for one night, and yet falling hard for a practical stranger didn’t even feel wrong for Harry. It just felt right, like he had known him for years instead of less than half a day. There was just something about Louis that made him feel so safe.

It felt like hours but probably no more than a few minutes, but having Louis finger him was pure heaven. And he hadn’t even gotten his cock out yet. “Fuck me,” he begged after three fingers were in and his prostate was rubbed so skillfully.

“Yeah baby,” Louis panted, taking his fingers out to get his pants off, and all Harry could stare at was the thick cock that was standing between his legs, his mouth watering at the sight. He sat beside him on the bed, reaching for the bottle of lube. But Harry turned and started to palm at the hardness, loving how hot it felt in his hand.

“Can I suck you a little?” he asked, hoping his pleading eyes would be enough to convince him.

“Of course,” Louis grinned, leaning back a bit so Harry could get better access.  He took him in his mouth in one go, feeling the tip hit the back of his throat.

“Fuckkk,” he heard Louis groan above, a hand already on Harry’s head as he rubbed at the curls. “You’re not even gagging.”

Harry sucked around him and swallowed, loving all the sounds coming out of Louis’ mouth as he worked his cock. He couldn’t believe that was going inside him, and it made him squirt a bit of precum again at the thought.

“You’re gonna have to ride me now, baby,” Louis said as he carefully pulled him off. “Not going to last much either,” he watched as a line of spit still connected Harry’s lips to his cock. “Fuck I wish I had a picture of that.”

Wiping his face with a grin, Harry didn’t waste any time to straddle him. Louis already had the lube out and squirted some on his hand, slathering his cock in it as Harry watched. “Ready?”

Harry nodded, slowly lowering himself until the tip breached him, the slide having both of them moaning until his bum was fully against Louis. “Fuck,” was all Harry could get out, loving how full he felt.

“You feel so good, babe,” Louis panted, his hands nestled on either side of Harry’s waist.

This was one of the times Harry was glad he did regular pilates. Because he didn’t tire easily as he rode him, loving the way Louis could barely hold a straight face or the sounds he was eliciting, his face lost in pleasure as he leaned his head back to take it all in. His hands were roaming all over Harry, one hand squeezing his ass and the other grabbing handfuls of his chest, always rubbing over the nipple with a calloused thumb.

 “I’m gonna cum,” he eventually groaned out, and Harry will never forget the way Louis looked at him when he said that, eyes unfocused, sweat on his brow. “Gonna cum.”

“Come inside me,” Harry said, and decided to lean over to suck love bites into nis neck, which only made Louis grab his bum with both hands and start to pump up into him.

“Fuck, baby,” Louis groaned loudly, leaning down a bit to catch Harry’s lips. It made Harry feel him all over, and he loved hearing his name being shouted against his mouth as Louis emptied himself inside him.

“Fuck,” Louis could only say as he threw his head back. “Fuck you’re so good. Feel so good.”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded, sucking another love bite onto his throat.

“You’re still hard,” Louis murmured, bringing his head back up to look at him. “Didn’t come yet?”

Harry shook his head. “Found myself focusing on you more,” he said, humping against Louis’ belly.

“Well I’ll fix that,” Louis grinned, and fuck. It was the sexiest post orgasm grin Harry ever saw. “On your back, love.” Louis pulled out of him carefully as Harry arranged himself on the bed, still wound up and feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. “Any requests?”

“Surprise me?” Harry smiled, still loving the ache in his bum.

“Was hoping you’d say that,” Louis laughed, and gave him a tender kiss. Too tender for a kiss after coming like that, but Harry wasn’t about to complain. He loved the way Louis would tongue his mouth, and it was definitely helping him get to his peak.

Louis started to kiss his cheek, down to his neck, until he was peppering every inch of skin with kisses, and even sucking on his nipples, as he made him way down. Harry thought he was in for a blowie, but Louis just gave a few kisses to his head before going lower. He practically whimpered once he felt Louis’ tongue on his hole, lapping at it.

“Oh,” Harry cried out, feeling more precum spurting out of him. Looks like Louis had no problem licking at his own cum, and it just made everything so much hotter about him. He squirmed at Louis ate him out, quite literally cleaning up his mess that dripped out of his hole. “Fuck, Louis.”

“Yeah?” he murmured against his inner thigh, scratching it with his beard. “You’re liking it, I figure.”

“Fuck yeah,” he whimpered as Louis dove in with his tongue again.

“I’m gonna come,” Harry warned, already feeling that pull in his lower belly. And with that a hand started to rub at his cock through the panties again, and Harry knew he wouldn’t last more than a few seconds. But he thought he could ask for one more thing. Something even Blake wouldn’t do for him. 

“Spit in my mouth,” Harry begged, expecting him to decline. But Louis took a few more licks and slurps and brought himself up while replaced his tongue with his fingers. And as soon as Louis obliged once Harry opened his mouth as Louis rubbed at his prostate, Harry nearly screamed as he tumbled over the edge. Feeling the saltiness of his cum mixed with saliva was everything he wanted. 

“You’re so good, baby,” he could hear Louis say. “You’re so good for me.” And then he fell into a deep sleep.

♡

The next morning, Harry woke up with his face firmly planted on a man’s chest. And that chest definitely belonged to Louis Tomlinson.

Fuck. He didn’t even remember getting into this position. He just remembered having an earth shattering orgasm and then nothing after. He hoped Louis didn’t mind that they were sleeping like that. Because while Harry’s mind was still fluttering at all the endearments Louis was calling him last night, it could have just been his mind being clouded in sex. It wasn’t worth getting his hopes up in the daylight.

He sighed as he tried to sit up without waking him. His body felt sore, but the ache was so good all the same. If anyone had to ask, Louis was definitely one of the best he’s ever slept with. Probably the best. But again, his own mind is still foggy with loving the good sex. But he wasn’t going to deny how good Louis looked there as he slept, his hair rustled, lipstick marks on him along with the bruises of the bites. It looked like Harry had marked him up on purpose, and perhaps there was some truth to that. So when they parted, Louis would still remember him when he looked in the mirror.

As he turned to look at the windows, he noticed his phone’s screen flashing on the nightstand, and he carefully reached over to open it.

A bunch of missed calls from Blake, and texts as well. Already feeling an unwelcome dread in his stomach, he opened them. Looks like he found out about fans of Matchsticks who were trashing him online. They didn’t actually find Blake, but it was enough for him to see Harry in the videos people had posted so he knew they were talking about him. He then called Harry a bunch of names for ‘airing out their dirty laundry’ and that if Harry hadn’t been so unavailable, he wouldn’t have cheated. And then mad that Harry wasn’t responding because “what the fuck could you be doing on valentine’s day besides crying at home?”

“You alright, love?” he heard, and glanced behind him to see Louis looking at him with concern in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Harry sighed. “It’s just… Blake texted me all night. Look,” he handed him the phone, shuffling around on the bed to face him.

“What a prick,” Louis muttered as he scrolled. “Of course, a cheater never accepts responsibility.” He threw the phone to the other side of the bed. “Don’t let that get to you.”

“Hard not to,” Harry said softly.

“Come here,” Louis said, pulling Harry towards him for a kiss. Morning breath be damned, Harry was happy to feel a kiss on his lips after reading those awful texts. “Don’t like seeing your sunshine put out like that.”

“The downside of knowing someone for four years is that he knows what will make me angry,” he sighed, kissing him again.

“Can’t that be to your advantage though?”

“What?”

Louis shrugged. “What pushes his buttons?”

Harry thought for a moment. “The only time I really saw him mad was when he caught another guy staring at me, or thinking I was flirting with a guy on purpose. He was terribly jealous.”

A wicked grin emerged on Louis’ face. “So you mean he would be furious to know you got dicked down by a handsomely rugged rock star instead of messaging him back?”

Harry giggled with a gasp. “Yes! But I’m not going to rub that in his face.”

“Why not?” Louis said. “I’d gladly help you.”

“Help me?” The more he thought about it the more he loved the idea of getting back at Blake for all the pain he caused.

“Do you trust me?”

Harry nodded.

“Okay,” Louis grinned, and rolled Harry until he was flat on his back. “Just relax for me, baby.” He hovered over him before giving him a deep kiss, and then leaving more love bites along his neck. He traveled lower, leaving a wet kiss at his belly button and giving quick pecks to his hardening cock. But Harry already found himself pouting as he realized Louis wasn't staying there for long, but that was quickly forgotten as he felt him tongue his hole. 

“Fuck”, he moaned. He didn't know how long Louis was down there, but he could already feel himself leaking against his stomach by the time Louis stopped eating him out. “Don’t know how that’s going to help but I’m not complaining,” he panted out.

“Still taste so good,” Louis smirked as he leaned back again. He took the bottle of lube from under the sheets and squinted some on his palm, and then began to rub it along Harry's inner thighs. 

Harry's eyes grew as he realized what was happening. “You're going to…

“Fuck your thighs? Yeah,” he smiled, “I think these thighs are pure heaven and I might as well put them to full use while you're here.”

“Ngh,” was all Harry could say, relishing the roughness of Louis' hands against his soft skin. Thighs is it. Anything for Louis.

Once he was all lubed up, Louis was already hard and ready to get between them. He held Harry’s thighs together as he put his cock between them, and started to easily thrust. Harry had never done that before, so all he could do was watch in pure wonder and pleasure as he watched Louis’ cock pump between his closed legs. He didn’t know how much he enjoyed being used like that until he found himself coming against his stomach, which made Louis groan at the sight and come on top of him, making a beautifully filthy mess.

“Fuck,” they both said once Louis stopped coming.

“Wow. Your thighs were born for that,” Louis grinned with a pant. He reached down, tracing their cum into a shape, and Harry’s eyes went wide as he saw it. “A heart? Oh you’re so romantic, darling!”

Louis laughed as he continued, admiring his work for a moment before putting the dirtied finger up to Harry’s mouth, who easily licked it clean. “Damn right I am, baby. And now,” he reached over to Harry’s phone, and quickly snapped a picture of his creation.

He gave the phone back to Harry, who felt himself blushing as he saw the pictures. There was their mixed cum in the shape of a heart right on his belly, his laurels framing the bottom part of it just so.

“Mind if I send this to him?” Louis asked.

“Yeah,” Harry laughed. Blake deserved it. And he loved how giddy Louis looked as he typed something out and sent it.

Harry: He had an amazing night, you prick. Happy Valentine’s day from the both of us *wink face*

And the picture attached to it.

“My cum does look pretty hot on you,” Louis murmured, kissing his forehead as he went to lay down next to Harry, both of them facing one another.

“I think so too,” Harry smiled, and he wanted to add that they should meet up another time to test it once more, but he didn’t want to seem too forward. For all he knew Louis was ready to kick him out before lunch.

“Please tell me your social media is on private,” Louis said, playing with a curl that dangled from Harry’s head. “I don’t need the band’s fans finding you or anything.”

Harry nodded. “I already had everything on private. They won’t find me.”

“Good,” Louis smiled. “Now turn off your phone.”

“Why?” Harry laughed.

“Because,” Louis said as he climbed over him, bending down to leave a bite on his neck. “I think the next picture should be the pearl necklace I leave thanks to those tits of yours.”

And Harry was already hard by the time he finished that sentence. “And you want to send that to him too?” he panted.

“Nah,” Louis grinned, rubbing at his nipple. “Want that for my personal collection. If you don’t mind.”

“I’ll mind if you’re not straddling my chest in two seconds.”

“Naughty,” Louis laughed. “On one condition.”

“Hm?”

“You have dinner with me tonight.”

A smile bloomed on Harry’s face. “Really?”

“Fuck those dimples,” Louis shook his head with a laugh. “Yeah, if you’d like? After my show? You can meet there or… come watch if you’d like.”

Harry thought his face might burst from happiness. “So you want to see me again?”

“Yeah I’d love that actually,” Louis said with a shy smile. “Sorry if I came on a little strong last night but um… I just really like you. And I’d like to see more of you. If you want of course.”

As if he would say no. Harry lunged forward and gave him a deep kiss, nuzzling their noses together. “I thought I was only imagining you wanting more,” he said, kissing him again. “Didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“You imagined nothing, baby,” Louis sighed in between kisses. “You’re just… special. I want to get to know you better and all that. Take you on dates, wine and dine you.”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded, not stopping the kisses. “I want all that.”

“So you wouldn’t mind having an early lunch with me before I have to go in for sound check?” Louis asked with a hopeful smile.

Fuck. Harry already knew he was down bad. “As if I could say no,” Harry smiled, and they eventually got to lunch after Louis gave him that pearl necklace. Too bad Harry couldn’t wear it in public without getting certain looks.

♡

“Hello, London!” Louis said to the roaring crowd. “Thank you again for being here tonight.”

Harry was watching from backstage, with Louis’ assistant standing next to him. He got to unintentionally meet him after lunch, since Oli was just scrambling to find Louis all over London. Apparently Louis hadn't bothered to check his phone since last night, and there was already a wager going on between the crew if he did end up spending the night with Harry or not. 

“Judging by your neck,” Oli raised a brow, “I think me and the other lads won. Pleasure to meet you again Harry.”

Looks like Louis hadn't been able to keep his crush that much of a secret. And that made Harry's heart flutter. 

So Harry quickly went back to his flat while Louis went to work, responding to all the texts his own friends had sent. Instead of replying to each, he opted to tell their groupchat that he would give all the details the next time they met up. Which meant Zayn was already planning a dinner for the next night because no one wanted to wait that long to hear how Harry's night went. Harry just had to hope he wouldn't seem like he was in love already, even though he knew he was falling hard for Louis. But he didn't seem to care. He was happy again, and even if Louis got tired of him a week from now, he wouldn't regret anything that happened. 

But he had a feeling Louis was very much on the same level as he was, maybe even more so. They never stopped talking during their lunch date, and they hadn't even reached the topic of their families and friends by the time Oli found them. It would probably be resumed for their dinner date, but Harry just had a good feeling that something wonderful would come from meeting Louis, besides the amazing sex his body was still reeling over. 

And he was still laughing at the fact Blake had seen the picture Louis had sent but never replied. He liked to think he felt even an ounce of pain at seeing it after all the shit he put Harry through.

So he put on another outfit that showed off his chest and went to the venue as he did last night, except entering through another door like Louis told him too. From then he was whisked off to Louis' dressing room, where he tried his best not to leave lipstick marks on his face as Louis had him backed up against a wall. He was very close to giving him a blowie, but a knock at the door telling them it was time to go on stage made him promise to give one after. 

“You're really going to ruin me for anyone else, H,” Louis told him with a kiss before he left. 

And now he got to watch him perform in all his glory.

“You all had a fun Valentine’s Day?” He smirked as he touched his turtleneck. He was teasing Harry in the dressing room for giving him so many marks. “Not to brag but I'm pretty sure I had the best one of my life.

Oli nudged Harry as he tried not to blush.

“Spent it with a boy that I’m very fond of, so here’s to hoping he’ll be mine for good.” And looked over to the side of the stage where Harry was, giving him a wink. 

And if that didn't make Harry's heart burst. Because he was hoping the same. 

Running off into the night with the lead singer of a rock band was the last thing Harry expected to be doing on his first Valentine’s without Blake, but he was more than glad that fate decided to gift him happiness in the shape of Louis.