He's my home. | Larry Stylinson |

nine

Louis
I couldn't help the smile that was brought to my face seeing the most handsome man alive promoting my soccer shorts. Whoever thought of this will definitely get a raise because this is just the best view.

I'm gaining these familiar feelings, the ones that I locked away and threw down in the deep water, hoping they could drown and be forgotten in the back of my head, but I've come to the conclusion that they will never leave, and that I want him. I want Harry. I want all of him.

But not just for his body like the old days. These past days not talking to him messed with my head but I have to remember he has a life just like me. He never leaves my mind. He's like a rash, you can't get rid of it!

He makes me feel free, makes me feel young again. These past days catching up with Harry feels like when you're riding the high of love, his smile always meets my eyes, giving me that warm tingly feeling in the pit of your stomach, there's only one emotion that can take you from one extreme to the next, that is and will always be love but maybe I'm jumping to conclusions too fast?

I still feel that connection we had when we were younger. The love and laughs we shared, it still gives me the bubbly feeling just like when I was twenty-two. In all honesty, I was drunk most of the time but when I'm with Harry everything is unforgettable. I didn't want him to think that, I didn't want to admit that I missed him or show any softness towards the twink.

I was a junior in uni and he was a freshman, and during the time, just a quick fuck. But as the months grew it turned into more than that, I just didn't realize what to call it. But Harry found the right words but I just couldn't face the fact.

Like the day he left. For good.

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"Come Lou." He moaned, his lips against my ear, licking while doing so. My body shuttered snapping my hips even closer, my grip tightening with every thrust. We were both a sweaty mess, his curls sticking to his neck, my fringe falling into my eyes.

"I'm c-close Haz." I panted feeling him clenched on my cock as he came all over my stomach and his, feeling his hands running through my hair slightly tugging. His body rose up meeting my every thrust and soon I was coming inside him.

Riding out my high still thrusting sloppily into him, I soon pulled out of him breathing heavily, heart-pounding, and sweating. The weed in my system made us all giggly, tired, and horny from all the action that just occurred.

Harry's eyes were low and slightly red from the drugs but he seemed fine, just worn out and tired. His long brown curls were frizzy and sprawled out. A laughed escaped my swollen lips when he gave me a small smirk.

"We should have high sex all the time Lou." He giggled, his finger lingered in the cum on my tummy, wiping it off. I rolled off him, laying myself next to his warm body. Everything was great. The feeling of numb yet satisfaction took over.

"Maybe Styles, maybe." I laughed when his hand ran down from my tummy to my hipbone, his fingers dancing closely to my cock. I turned my head to meet his emerald eyes a darker shade and dilated. I threw my hands behind my head signaling he could have me.

This would make round number three. He climbed on top to straddle my waist, grinding down making our cocks rub together. The friction had my body radiate heat quickly. I moaned at the view in front of me, watching him while his eyes scanned my body. He simply leaned down and kissed my lips.

"I love you." He smiled against my lips.

Everything froze and I stopped kissing back. Every bit of me in shock, from head to toe. He could see the expression of surprise all over my face. I'm not ready to be tied down. I like what we have but I'm not ready to be in a relationship, how can he love me, all we do is fuck?