Butterflies (l.s)

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Louis just sat there, gaping at him. Normally he wouldn't be quite brazen or forward enough to do anything other than stare or tease but he was feeling much braver and a lot less shameless, spurred on by how hot Harry was and the alcohol in his system. Without a word, he began to feel up Harry's body, not taking his eyes off of his skin for a second.

His feathery touch and unbroken gaze burned Harry like hot wax and he bit down on his lip to hinder every sound he wanted to make at the slightest bit of contact to himself, panting breathlessly once it came to an end. Louis rose his darkened stormy blue eyes to meet his darkened leafy green ones for a moment too long and charged for both, only to whisper, "you really are toned. I'm impressed. Good for you, buddy."

"Don't tease me. God, don't you fucking tease me. You can't just- please, Lou- fuck."

"I... Oh. You're... I see..."

"Don't look at it! Oh my God! Why the hell did I come I'm so fucking embarrassing! Please don't be mad at me, I swear it wasn't on purpose and of course I would never take advantage of you, Lou, I just... Y-you're just... I c-couldn't..."

"Hey. Breathe, baby. I think it's hot that it takes so little to get you so far. And don't think I'm not... Struggling too. My body feels like it's on fire." Harry knew for a fact that regardless of what Louis said to make him feel better, he wasn't going to. Not when there were tingles still tracing every line made by Louis' delicate fingers. He wanted more. He needed more. He felt like dying. Rather than beg Louis to claim his lips with his hot mouth, he gave one last shaky exhale, gulped down as much of his desire as he could and slipped his jacket back on.

Louis wasn't looking at him anymore, his cheeks faintly dusted pink. Harry's were much, much darker and he felt incredibly stupid for letting a drunk guy feel him up. But it was Louis, then again, and he'd been so gentle about it. It was Louis so Harry wanted things to go so much farther than that. He really was fucked, wasn't he? Trying to change the subject, he forced out a laugh and mumbled, "so... Do you want to tell me why you were- umm- feeling sad tonight?"

"Doesn't alcohol have that effect on everybody?" He let out a weak chuckle and lay down, patting the space beside him. Harry let out the slightest squeak, ignoring the questioning arch of a brow he got in response and sidled up right next to the man flooding his every thought and sense at that moment. Their fingers brushed a moment and he stilled, certain that was a mistake. But then Louis rubbed his thumb over Harry's fingers, slowly, taking them and intertwining them in his own. Harry felt like he was once again going to die and he would die a happy man if this was the last thing he felt before he went.

"I was... Thinking about... Everything. My past. My present. Family. Friends. I was thinking about you a lot too, actually."

"M-me? I... Did I make you sad, baby?"

"No... No. That's the thing. That's the problem, I think. You don't make me sad. When I think of you, I don't think of how I'm such a nuisance to you which I usually do with everyone around me. When I think about you, Harry... I instantly can't stop myself from smiling like a fucking fool. Even when you called me boo bear that day... Once upon a time, being reminded about my mother at all threw me right into utter destitution. She loved calling me that. But no. It made me smile. Made me feel like she could see how special you were, too and how good for me... You're so good to me..."

"Lou... I- I didn't know..."

"I know. I'm happy you did, regardless. I think about how happy you make me. How easily you can make me feel care for myself which I genuinely thought was impossible. How quickly I came to care for you... And so deeply, too. Not to say you don't deserve it because you deserve the fucking world but I'm so scared that I will fuck up or life will and then I'll lose someone, again?"