; adjective; not strong or sturdy; delicate and vulnerable.

Self restraint is a powerful feeling. To deny yourself the things you want the most, despite your increasing need and desire, is real control. Before a man can accept control over someone else, he must first gain control over himself.

But, fuck self restraint when Louis was literally getting off behind his back. Do you know how hard it is to ignore delicious moans such as the ones coming from those sinful little lips?

Harry was supposed to be asleep, and to Louis, he was asleep. His eyes were closed and even Harry himself felt asleep. Louis' moans were something he heard only in his dreams anyway. But Harry's cock? Yeah, definitely not asleep.

And then Louis had the audacity to moan Harry's name. Oh hell no. He was trying to get Harry charged for causing public disruption (There's no way he could keep Louis quiet while he fucked him into the mattress. He wasn't even sure he could keep himself quiet).

But why not take the charge? Harry really didn't have a valid reason for why he couldn't have buried himself inside Louis. There was slight doubt in the back of his mind. Doubt that Louis didn't even like him (There were tons of men named Harry, Louis could've been fantasizing about anyone). Other than the Daddy thing, (That was the most hottest experience in Harry's life, so far. (Harry had an ever growing hope that he could make Louis chant it as he fingered him roughly, the pads of his fingers dragging over his--)) Louis hadn't really showed any romantic or sexual attraction to Harry.

But based on Louis' behavior, he has to like Harry, if not a lot at least a little bit. Normal people don't introduce people that they don't like to all of their stuffed animals. Or cuddles them. Or sings along to Frozen with them. Or makes them call their pet dragon-thing pretty.

... Louis' not exactly normal, though. He's a cute, caramel-colored and fluffy haired boy that likes tummy rubs and Disney movies. A boy who gets hiccups when he's sick and blushes when he's nervous and never says dirty words because they're bad. A boy who likes strawberry milk and over sized shirts and let's not mention the pair of green cotton panties Harry found hanging out of Louis' top dresser drawer.

God, Harry was whipped for the smaller boy.

Which lead him to his current predicament.

"Louis likes movies. Disney movies or extremely catchy cartoons that'll be stuck in your head for days. Occasionally, he'll want to watch a sickening romantic movie. Nothing too sad or violent but always very sappy," Zayn runs his hand through his hair and takes another bite out of his donut. "Umm, he's a sucker for sweets but if I were you, I'd save those until after you leave the restaurant. He can be quite... Bouncy, loud, and very talkative."

Harry smiles fondly, recalling many moments that he'd encountered hyper Louis, "Oh yeah, Zayn. I've experienced hyper Lou many times. It's pretty cute if you ask me."

"Harry, mate," Zayn shakes his head in amusement, a slight smirk playing on his lips, "you're so gone for him."

Zayn was the first person that came to mind when Harry needed ideas for a first date with Louis. He'd had decided that the worst that could happen would be Louis saying no and ending their friendship (which would be like the world ending). But even if Louis did say no, he wouldn't end their friendship, Zayn had reassured. Louis was too nice to do that.

"What if I just host a little slumber party for him at my house? I can cook something and buy tons of sweets. Plus, I've tons of blankets and pillows to make a pillow fort with!"

"That's actually a really good idea. I don't think Louis has ever had a proper sleepover."

Harry mentally congratulates himself and begins to plan everything when Zayn stops him with a look of seriousness and concern. His bottom lip in worried between his lips and eyes are flicking around his kitchen pointedly.

Zayn takes a deep breath and finally looks Harry in the eye, "Look, Harry. Louis is my best friend, pretty much a brother to me. Please don't hurt him because then I'd have to hurt you, and you seem like a really cool guy. I wanna keep you around."

"Zayn, you have my word. Louis is... You never really know you're missing something until you've experienced it and you realize, 'Wow, this is what I've been missing.' Except, I think I knew I was missing Louis, I just didn't know where to find him. And now that I've found him, I am not going to lose him. I promise to make him happy.

"His emotions usually determine how I feel. If Lou is happy, I'm happy and proud. If Louis is sad, I'm sad and determined to make him happy. If Louis is sick, I'm healthy and playing doctor to help him feel better. If Lou is jealous--"

Zayn reaches across the table cups his hand over Harry's mouth, chuckling softly, "If Louis is jealous, you're gonna fuck him hard to let him know you're his. I get the gist, Tarzan."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," the curly haired lad says as his cheeks flush bright pink.

Zayn removes his hand from Harry's mouth and smirks as he sits back in his chair. "By the way, have you and Lou talked about the Daddy thing?"

"Oh god, Zayn. He told you?"

"He came crying into my room in the middle of Liam pounding my ass to tell me that he called you Daddy. 'Harry's gonna hate me forever. Boo, hoo, hoo'. I've never seen him so frantic in my life... Except for that one time when he heard the life sized teddy bears went on sale."

The new information shocked Harry. He believed that either A) He imagined the whole thing, B) Louis forgot about it, or C) Louis didn't care. Hearing that Louis reacted almost as bad as Harry did (jerking off vigorously) lead Harry to believe that maybe Louis did have more than just a little interst in him.

But Harry is a pessimist, "Maybe he was panicked because he thought he'd lead me on by calling me Daddy. It doesn't mean he likes me or anything."

Zayn watches as Harry's head bows and his shoulders sag. He tugs his jacket tight against his body and his chocolate curls fall down to curtain Zayn from seeing any of the emotions that were able to be seen on his face (but Zayn could practically smell the sadness radiating off of Harry). Zayn opens his mouth, almost revealing the truth to the sad man before shrugging his shoulders and shoving the rest of his donut into his mouth.

"Maybe you should ask Louis yourself."

Harriboo : Hey Munchkin. Call me when you have a chance because I have to ask you something very important and it would be impolite to ask you over text message.

"Hello?"

"Hiya Harry! How are you?" Louis kicks his legs back and forth, styrofoam shoved between his toes to prevent the fresh polish from smudging.

"I'm good, Bunny. And how are you? You seem quite happy."

Louis smiles, and blushes, at the nickname, "I'm very happy. Guess what?"

"What?"

"You have to guess," whining, the blue eyed boy sets his phone down and presses the speaker button. He taps the bottle of lavender colored nail polish in his palm before unscrewing he top and beginning to paint his fingernails.

"Umm," Harry's voice hums through the speaker of Louis' phone, "Did you go shopping and buy a really cute outfit?"

"Yes, but that's not it," Louis had already told Harry about his new outfit.

"Did your new fairy lights come in the mail?"

"Not yet. Guess again."

"Did you say a bad word?"

Louis remembers the sticky sheets and the warmth of Harry's back pressed against his, causing his cheeks to grow pink as he remembers that morning, "Nope. Zayn and Liam are throwing a three year anniversary party and you, including a plus one of your choice, are cordially invited."

"Aww, really? They've been together that long? That is absolutely adorable."

"Mhm. Disgustingly so, they've been dating for that long."

"Oh, don't pretend that their extremely cliché love story doesn't make you feel all warm and gooey inside. I know how much you'd like to fall in love like that."

Louis blushes and nods his head, even though Harry couldn't see him. He'd love to bump into someone in a coffee shop, spilling his tea all over them but leaving with a new contact in his phone. Or have a man approach him at the occasional shindigs Zayn throws. But most importantly, he just wants to be loved. He wants to be held. He wants to be cared for.

And he wants to love.

"It's about a month from now. October 15th at Liam's family beach house. I'll text you more of the details before then. Just remind me."

"Alrighty. Thank you, Piglet. I'll make sure to remind you as it gets closer to the date. Can my plus one be Niall? I'm sure he'll want to come."

"That should be fine, yes. He'll love it! There'll be candy and chocolate and cotton candy and ice cream and cake and--"

"And I'll be sure to keep you away from all of those things," Harry chuckles, cutting Louis off.

Louis pouts, Harry can almost hear it through the phone, "But, Harbear! Hariboo, I just want cotton candy. Please, oh please, will you let me have some?"

As fun as it would be to watch Louis suck the disappearing candy from his fingers (lips stained pink, bits of it stuck to his nose but still managing to make it look adorable), hyper Louis is not a something you'd want to deal with all night long.

"We'll see. I've gotta go get ready for Niall's party, but I'll make sure to call tonight before you go to bed, okie dokie?"

"Okie dokie. Bye, Harry," Louis fans his hands, blowing softly to help his nails dry faster. He really had to pee and his sweatpants wouldn't pull themselves down.

"Bye, Lou."

Once Harry hangs up and Louis' phone beeps twice to let him know that the call was ended, the smaller boy is beckoning Zayn to come help him.

"Zayn!"

"You didn't do it, did you?" is the first thing Niall asks once Harry hangs up the phone. They're lounging in Harry's flat; Niall stretched out on the floor and Harry on the couch. Their pre-party ritual is to take shots and listen to party music as they get ready but Harry decided to skip the liquid encouragement and ask Louis out. Well, at least try to.

"No shit, Niall. Did you hear me ask him out? Because if I'm not mistaken, I didn't do it."

Harry tugs at his hair in frustration, phone left forgotten on the coffee table. He had Louis right there. Why couldn't he do it?

Niall sits up on the floor, looking at his friend in sympathy. He knows how much Harry likes Louis, hasn't shut up about him since that day in the store. "Hey, hey. Calm down, Harry. Louis' not going anywhere and neither are you. You've got time to ask him."

Harry doesn't look up, face still buried in his hands, "I fucked up."

A hand rests itself on his back and the couch beside him dips. The familiar aroma of Niall fills his senses, causing him to lean into the comforting touch. "How about you go get in the shower and get dressed, yeah? Or maybe a bath to help you relax. The party can wait. Your mental condition is far more important."

Reluctantly, Harry nods and stands up, dragging himself down the hall in a mess of curls and loose clothes. Niall watches him go before beginning a search for the remote to the television.

While looking behind the couch, a phone begins to ring. Harry's. Niall trips, rushing toward the phone in hopes of it being Louis. The sound of the shower can be heard throughout the flat.

"Hello?" The blonde haired lad takes deep breaths to try and calm his heart so he doesn't sound like he's answering the phone in the middle of rough sex.

"Oh hey, Mrs. Styles! It's Niall. Harry's friend."