Its a few months into their friendship now, and honestly, everyone is just completely and utterly done with how grossly obvious it is. They're sick of the heart eyes, and the fondness, and all the little touches that are completely just ‘little touches’ and ‘nothing more’. There is a literal radiant that comes from them, a god-we-are-so-in-love vibe that everyone can see and feel and realise but Harry and Louis.
Its 9.06 on a Thursday night and the moon is up and bright behind the thick clouds swirling outside and Harry is still at Louis’. Normally, he would have left by now, but its not normally. So, Louis forces Harry to stay the night, too scared for his lil’ Harry to walk home alone at this time. And, so, Harry stays.
“Did you call you muuum.” Louis whines, excitedly whilst squeezing a pillow and jumping up and down on his mattress like an 8 year old and definitely not a 17 year old.
“Yeeees.”
Louis sticks his tongue out, before quickly adding, “Hey, do you wanna feed Anemone tonight? I never, ever, let anyone feed her her bedtime meal but me, because its my thing, but I will let you do it if you want.”
Harry blushes, nodding happily and taking the fish food Louis had picked up with great honour.
“I don't even let the lads do it, not even Zayn.”
Harry feels extremely honoured now.
“How much?” He asks, unscrewing the lid and glancing up to Louis.
“Just a ‘lil pinch or she will get fat, and if she gets fat she wont be able to swim.” Harry takes note of how adorable Louis looks when he nods factiously.
“So, do you need pajamas?” Louis asks, watching as Harry sprinkles it into her tank.
“Uhm, yeah, if you don't mind, just a shirt maybe, I don't want to smell too bad for school tomorrow.”
Louis scrunches his nose up and...
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...ly against Louis’. He moves his hand to the back of Louis’ neck, and he can feel Louis squeezing his hip, pulling him closer. Its just soft, and chaste, and heartwarming like a first kiss should be. Harry plants one last gentle kiss against Louis lips, reluctantly and finally pulling away, but not too far.
When he opens his eyes to see Louis, he is beaming, eyes still closed, and hand still gripping his side. He sighs happily, watching Louis’ eyes finally flicker open.
Louis copies Harrys happy sigh, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and snuggling into his chest, cheeks flushed red. “Thank you.”
Harry giggled again, nervously, “Was it good?”
“The best.”
Harry hums into his hair, kissing Louis’ head. “Id do anything for you, you know.”
All Louis can do is bite his lip, hold back the overwhelming happiness spreading through him, as he mumbles, “Night Harry.”
Thomas lived with his family in a two story house in Windy Hill. He had a little brother names Frankie and a dog named Max. One autumn morning, Thomas jumped out of bed and stared out the window at the quiet cobblestone streets below. Leaves the colors of a brilliant sunset glided and danced along the streets edge, playing a rustling tune. Thomas smiled, he couldn’t wait to see the vending trucks pulling up outside, and the town folks hurrying about as they prepared the streets for the Festival Of Ghouls.
“That’s so sweet. No guy has ever gone through so much trouble for me.” She felt her eyes welling up.
“So did I help?” Logan pulled Veronica close by her waist, clasping his hands around her
Morris blinks his eyes multiple times trying to stay awake. While he mouths out the word: “happiness”.
Lux turns on his side and stares into my eyes, his face serious. “You are my dreams, and my desires, and my world, but most you are my reality. If one day I do have a dream that I wish to come true, I will wake up and realize that everything I will ever want or need is lying in my bed next to me. Don’t you ever forget that.” He gently leans in and places a kiss upon my forehead.
“Belle-Mere who is this blonde kid?” the blue hair child ask once more not letting her answer.
"So tight," Louis murmurs, groaning at the sight of a completely fucked out Harry below him, and biting into his bottom lip. Experimentally, he flicks his tongue out, licking a quick stripe against Harry's hole, getting a vivid response.
After placing the clock back down Luciel exhaled sharply, he sits up on his mattress his eyes glancing around the room taking in his surroundings but
"Yer room? This is my room. I had it first sugah tits." Merle replied sarcastically.
"Well I could always take them off for you." He said winking. I just laughed. I was used to this from him.
“Okay. Thanks for everything Maggie.” I say smiling. She nods and goes to a cabinet with a lock on it. She unlocks it and pulls out a bottle of something green and another one with purple rocks in it.
He lets go of your chin as your blush intensifies. "This isn't the Dallas I know... but I'm not complaining."
"Why didn't you say anything before, boys? Of course you are hungry! Young children like yourselves need nourishment! The cook has prepared hors d'oeuvres and bouillabaisse. After, you can go enjoy the wonderful bath that awaits you upstairs. Does that sound good?"
As weeks pass, Harry sticks inside Louis’ mind, and the spaces of his breathing, and in the chambers of his heart, and in the whines of his breath. It was shocking, to say the least, because Louis is use to having little crushes that come and go as more exciting things learn...