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Harry and Louis had been best friends for as long as they could remember, inseparable and always together. They applied to the same University, and were both accepted into the same program.

It was a Friday night when Harry was sitting on his black leather spinny chair infront of his laptop, complaining about how his teacher assigned "too much coursework".

"Come take a break Haz" Louis called from the other room as he heard Harry groan.

With a frustrated sigh, Harry slammed his computer, trudging over to his friend.

Louis was sat on the bed, music blasting as he scrolled through his phone.

Harry turned around to leave the room out of frustration, when he heard Louis stand up from the bed.

"Need a hug?" Louis asked.

Harry just shrugged, hyeprfocusing on a spot on the rug.

"Come here" Louis opened his arms. Harry leaned into Louis' chest, his forehead pressed against his shoulder as Louis rubbed circles into his back.

He wrapped his arms around Harry, swaying back and forth as he hummed a random tune.

"I'll draw you a warm bath I'll make us a nice dinner, then we can watch a movie and cuddle on the couch. How does that sound?" Louis asked softly, his chin hooking on the top of Harry's shoulder.

"Yeah" Harry managed to say. Louis pulled back, his hands cupping Harry's face.

With a small smile and a pat on his cheek, he left the room.

Eventually he crept back into the room, silently taking Harry by the arm.

"If you need me just shout" Louis whispered before the door of the bathroom closed.

Harry stripped down, plopping his clothes on the cold tile floor.

Louis had added bubbles and bath salts. A few lit candles surrounded the bath and an incense was burning on the counter.

Harry's heart jumped as a big smile came over him. He lowered himself into the bath slowly, the hot water enveloping his tight muscles, relaxing him.

He heard the soft singing voice of Louis who was walking around the kitchen trying to make food. He always claimed he was the best cook, but he always burned everything he put in the oven.

Harry felt his eyelids getting heavy about 20 minutes later, so he decided to get out of the bath. He put some clean clothes on, draining the bath and leaving the bathroom.

The lights were dimmed in the kitchen, a single scented candle in the middle of the small wooden table. Two plates were beside it, mashed potatoes and chicken.

Soft music was playing in the background as Louis scrambled to pour a glass of wine from a large bottle.

Harry watched as Louis dragged his palm down his face, adjusting a vase of flowers on the counter.

Harry silently walked up behind him, wrapping his hands around his waist. He rested his chin on Louis' shoulder, cheek pressed to his neck.

"Hi" Louis jumped, turning Harry around in his arms.

"Hi" he replied.

Louis ran his thumb over Harry's eyebrow, his back pressed up against the counter.

"I hope you like chic-" Louis started, Harry leaned his head down to press his face into Louis neck. "Oh" Louis hummed. "You're so warm" he added softly as he tilted his head to the side to exposed more of his neck.

"I appreciate you so much Lou" Harry spoke muffled into his skin.

"I'd do anything for you. You know that" Louis replied, readjusting his hands from Harry's head to his waist.

They stood there for a moment wrapped up in eachothers arms. Harry's small puffed breaths felt warm against his skin.

He pulled away a moment later, his hands following Louis' as he cupped the taller boys face. His hands enveloped Louis' as he brought him closer to his cheeks.

Louis went up on his toes, pecking Harry's forehead with warm lips. He lingered for too long to be considered friendly before pulling back.

They ate in comfortable silence for a while, Harry was struggling to stay awake. He took his last swig of wine as Louis nudged his foot under the table.

They cleaned up the kitchen, which consisted of Louis washing the plates, Harry drying.

It was dark outside by the time they picked a movie, their bodies were piled underneath several blankets and pillows, Harry laughed as Louis smacked him with a pillow.

Louis spooned Harry, laying down on the couch as he fed him popcorn. Harry's head lolled backwards as steamy scene started playing on the screen.

Louis laughed, placing his hand over Harry's eyes.

"You still get so uncomfortable during sex scenes" Louis laughed, uncovering Harry's eyes.

"I've never done anything even remotely sexual, it's just weird watching other people do it" Harry laughed, turning his head to look at Louis.

"Never?" Louis asked, surprised

"Nope" he replied

Louis sat up, rolling Harry to lay on his back. He carefully swung his leg across Harry's hips, his knees digging into the couch on either side of Harry until he was straddling his stomach.

"Have you ever been in this position before?" Louis asked, his mouth dropping down to Harry's ear to speak.

"Hm, no. Tell me what its like" Harry replied.

Louis sunk his teeth through the fabric into Harry's shoulder before grabbing his neck teasingly.

"I would get you worked up first" Louis spoke, his tounge darting out to lick a thin strip up Harry's neck. "Which doesn't seem too hard to do" he smiled. He took a handful of Harry's hair, pulling slightly.

"Then I'd take your clothes off, I would start with your shirt, then your pants" Louis continued. He sat back, his bum now resting just above Harry's waistband.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Louis asked, taking Harry's earlobe between his teeth as he rested his hands on Harry's chest.

Harry nodded, his eyes fixed on Louis.

Louis started to move his hips in teasing, circular motions, his jeans just skimming the growing bulge in Harry's trousers.

"Then- you'd be begging at this point. I'd eat you out until you start sweating-" Louis sat on Harry's hips, the slight friction made Harry jut his hips upward, his knuckles turning white from clutching Louis' hips.

"-you're legs would shake when I pound you into the mattress-" Louis started bouncing rhythmically as his body bent over Harry's, his fingers wrapped tightly in Harrys hair.

"Louis, hm-"

"You'd like that wouldn't you? I'd fuck you so hard that your vision would turn white-" Harry tightened his grip on Louis' waist, guiding him as he bounced up and down.

"Louis-" Harry moaned, he threw his head back into the cushion under him. "Oh" he continued, "Louis fuck".

Louis looked down, a growing wet spot had appeared on Harry's trousers. Harry was breathing heavily as his hips stuttered upwards, Louis watched Harrys dick twitch through his clothes, the wet spot growing.

"Oh" Louis said quietly.

"Louis I'm sorry-"

"That was my fault, I shouldn't have gone that far" Louis stood up, his cheeks turning bright red.

Harry got up quickly, his eyes on the floor as his mouth opened and closed like a fish, his cheeks fluttering.

"That was embarrassing, I'm sorry-" Harry started, his voice was trembly.

"It was hot- I mean, don't be embarrassed. It was hot" Louis swallowed harshly.

Harry looked up from the floor.

"Let's um, let's get you cleaned up" Louis spoke as he took Harry's hand, leading him to the bathroom.

"Are you ready for bed?" Louis asked once Harry had changed his boxers.

Harry nodded shyly, nervously biting his lip.

"Hey, it's okay. What's wrong?" Louis cupped Harry's face.

"I'm embarrassed" he replied quietly.

"Theres no need to be, it's not your fault, love" Louis pressed his lips to Harry's shoulder, over the spot he had sucked into his skin.

"Thank you for not being mad" Harry said as he rested his head on Louis' shoulder.

"I could never be mad at you" they stood in the hallway, the light still on.

Harry grabbed an extra blanket from the cabinet as Louis sat on the edge of the bed. He threw it on the bed as he took a step forward, settling himself between Louis' legs.

"Let's go to sleep, yeah?" Louis whispered, the lights were off now but the moon light crept through the cracks of the shutters.

They crawled into the comfortable bed, Harry curling himself up into Louis chest.

"You're my favorite person" Harry said sleepily, his chin turning up to rest on Louis chest, their faces close.

"You're my favorite too" Louis replied. His stomach filled with butterflies as he leaned down to peck Harry's cheek, his lips a bit too close to the corner of Harry's mouth.

Harry moved in impossibly closer, their chests pressed flush against one another.

"Louis?" He whispered

"What is it babe?"

"I want to tell you something" he replied. Harry shuffled off Louis' chest until they were both laying on their sides facing eachother.

"You can tell me anything" Louis replied, his grip tightening around Harry's middle.

He went quiet for a moment, Louis assuming he had fallen asleep.

"I think I um" Harry swallowed. "I like um" he exhaled, his fingers tracing random patterns into Louis' back.

"Take your time" Louis replied, his hand nestling in at the nape of Harry's neck. Harry took a deep, shaky breath before speaking again.

"Boys" he whispered. "I like boys".

Louis was quiet for a moment before smiling to himself, proud and happy that harry trusted him enough to tell him.

"You like boys?" He asked

"I think so" Harry replied. His voice was so quiet now, his words were barely audible.

"Come here" Louis cupped Harry's face again, his profile barely visible because of the dark.

He pulled him close, close enough that Harry could feel Louis' breath on his face.

"I'm proud of you Harry. I'm going to be honest, I already kind of knew though" Louis smiled.

Harry smiled back, leaning his face into Louis' palm.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Louis whispered in his ear. Harry nodded, leaning in closer.

"I like boys too, well, one boy" he said, tucking a curl of hair behind Harry's ear.

"Who?" Harry asked as he played with a loose thread on the duvet.

Louis' lips hovered over Harry forehead, lightly pressing into the warm skin. He moved down to peck his cheek, then his nose. He rested their foreheads together.

"Always you" he whispered before connecting their lips.

Harry kissed back slowly, their lips moving together sweetly. Louis pressed one last kiss to the corner of Harry's mouth, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip.

"It will always be you"

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