All I could focus on was the feeling of his lips against mine. The way the sparks shot through my entire body was a feeling that I can't even begin to explain. My hands in his hair, feeling the silkiness of his curls in between my fingers. He's kissing me with so much passion that it took my breath away.

One of his hands moved from my face to my hip. He slowly pushed me backwards, leading me to the wall, and pressed me against it. I moaned when I felt his groin against mine, and he smirked against my lips. He hesitantly licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth immediately. His tongue danced with mine as my hands moved from his hair to his back, pulling him impossibly closer to me. When we ran out of breath, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. Both of our eyes stayed closed as we panted.

"I, have wanted to do that, for so long." He said through his shaky breathing.

I smiled softly and started to tilt my head to kiss him again. Just as our lips were about to reconnect, the door opened.

"Oh. Sorry." Niall said shyly. I could see Harry glaring at him out of the corner of my eye. "Kayden is looking for you two."

I quickly slid out from behind Harry and started to walk towards the door. "Thanks, mate." I told him, patting his shoulder while I walked out of the room, towards the sound of my daughter's laughs.

When I saw Kayden, I was stunned for a second. Lou had taken a curling iron to her. She was literally a tiny Harry.

"Do you like my hair Daddy?!" She asked excitedly.

"I had to see what it would look like." Lou explained. "She looks so much like Harry as it is, I thought curls would just top it off."

I chuckled and knelt down to Kayden's level.

"You, my love, are the most gorgeous thing in the world." I told her. She smiled a dimply smile and then looked behind me and smiled even bigger.

"Harry! Look! I have curls like you!" She said while jumping up and down.

"I see that angel!" He said through a laugh. "You look beautiful."

"Of course you think she is beautiful." Gemma said sarcastically. "She looks like we shrunk you down and made you a girl."

We all laughed at that. They stood next to each other for a picture, because they really did look ridiculously alike. The picture came out perfect. Harry was smiling straight at the camera, but Kayden, she was smiling at Harry.

The rest of the night, Kayden watched Harry perform while I was too distracted to pay attention. I couldn't believe Harry kissed me. More so, I couldn't believe that I let him. Now was the absolute worst time to get involved with him. If things don't work out, not only would I be crushed, but Kayden would hate me. Even if Harry stayed around, things would be awkward and ultimately she wouldn't be able to have the two of us together. It would always be one or the other. I can't do that to her, but can I resist him? Now that we've kissed again, I'm not sure I can.

When Harry's concert was over, he ran backstage and Kayden instantly jumped into his arms. He gave her a hug and kissed her forehead, but then asked her to go with Gemma for a minute. He whispered something in Gemma's ear, to which she nodded at and walked away with Kayden. He turned to me and started walking over with a smile.

"Hey." He said shyly.

"Hi." I replied.

It was silent for a moment and then we both spoke at one.

"Harry about earlier-" I said at the same time he said "Let me take you somewhere."

"Take me where?" I asked him.

"No, what were you going to say?" He asked back.

I shook my head. "You first."

He sighed and walked closer, grabbing my hand. "I want to take you out." He said simply.

"But, what about Kayden? It's late. She needs to go to bed. And I-" I began to ramble but he stopped me.

"Gemma will watch Kayden. She will bring her back to my room and put her to sleep."

I wasn't sure about this, not because I didn't want to go out with Harry but because I don't like leaving Kayden with people who aren't my family, Zayn, or Harry.

"I don't know Harry." I told him.

He started to look a little defeated but then his expression changed to one of determination. He pulled on my hand and walked me over to where Gemma and Kayden were.

"Hey Kayds." He said to her. "How would you like to spend the night with Gemma?"

I turned to him with a shocked look on my face as Kayden shouted "Yes!"

I couldn't believe he did that. He turned to me with a smirk. "Guess we're going out." I rolled my eyes, sighed, and nodded. It's not like I have much of a choice now. We said goodbye to everyone and headed out.

Since it was ten at night, Harry decided it would be a good idea to go to a bar. He must have come here before, because he knew exactly where to sit where it's secluded enough for him to not be recognized. Although, that could also be because everyone is too drunk to realize they're not hallucinating and Harry Styles really is here. Either way, we weren't being bothered.

"And then she yelled at Lottie and told her it was weird for her to have pictures of her father on her wall." I said through a laugh. I was telling him about how after he went on tour, Kayden went to my mom's house and made Lottie take down all of her posters of Harry. I stopped talking as I realized that he was just staring at me. "What? Do I have something on my face?" I asked.

He chuckled. "No Lou. There is nothing on your face."

"Then why are you staring at me?" I asked confused.

He smiled and put his hand on mine. "You're just really beautiful."

I looked down at our hands and then back up at him. "Harry." I breathed.

"Don't." He pleaded. "Don't ruin this by second guessing things. This is what I want Louis. I promise you."

He leaned over and lightly pressed his lips to mine. I kissed back slowly, but then realized we were in public. I lightly pulled away.

"H. You're still not out. People can see." I whispered.

"So let them see." He said simply.

I couldn't help but think that he was moving too quickly with this. "Harry." I said sternly. "You do not want to come out by having pictures released of you kissing your potential daughter's father in the corner of a bar."

He sighed but then pulled away. "I guess you're right."

"I always am." I said smugly.

"So what does this mean?" He asked suddenly. "What are we doing exactly?"

Well this was my chance to say what I've been thinking. "I don't really know." I said softly. "I mean, I like you. I really do. But I don't want to risk ruining the relationship that you and Kayden have built up the past three months."

"That's impossible Lou." He told me.

"No." I said. "It's really not. What if things don't work out? You can't sit here and honestly tell me it wouldn't be awkward to be around each other. We have a daughter together. A daughter that you want in your life. We can't just cut ties and never talk again."

"Louis." He addressed me. "It has been five years. Five whole years since we hooked up. Throughout those five years, you have lingered in the back of my mind. Sometimes fading, but never leaving. And as soon as I saw you when I came to your house about Kayden, I knew then that you would never leave my thoughts."

I was having trouble resisting him. I just wanted to grab his face and smash our lips together, but I held back. I knew I needed to do this right. My daughter's happiness depended on it, as did mine.

"You're on tour. Being on tour is a stressful time for you. That is no time to start a relationship Harry. We'd be starting on unbalanced ground." I couldn't look him in the eye.

"You're scared." He said while looking at me closely.

We made eye contact. "Terrified." I replied.

He thought for a second and then nodded. "Okay. What about after my tour? It's only two months away. What if we try then?"

Knowing that he isn't pressuring me definitely made it easier. I took a few sips of my beer while I considered it.

"Can you promise me that if it doesn't work out, that we will do our best to make things as normal as possible for Kayden's sake?" I asked him.

"I can promise you that it will work out." He answered.

"Harry." He needed to see I wasn't joking.

"Okay, okay. I promise. Besides, you know I want nothing more than for that little girl to stay the ball of sunshine and happiness that she is." He responded.

I laughed and then nodded lightly. "Okay. Then after your tour is over, we will try."

His face lit up into a dimply grin as if he didn't think I was going to say yes. I laughed at him and rolled my eyes. I knew I was screwed.

"So" he said. "Does this mean that I can't kiss you until after the tour either?" He looked at me with pure want and need in his eyes.

As we ran into the tour bus, I was instantly pushed against the wall as Harry kicked the door shut with his foot. He pressed his lips to mine in a bruising kiss and his hands gripped my hips.

"God Lou." He panted. "How do you do this to me?"

I moaned into his mouth as his hands drifted under my shirt, only breaking the kiss for a second to lift it up over my head to take it off. He fumbled with the button of my jeans while I unbuttoned his silk shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. His tongue licked into my mouth as if he was memorizing every inch of it. Once he got my pants undone, he dropped down to his knees, grabbed the waistband of my pants and boxers, and pulled them down in one motion.

He grabbed my length in his large hand and began to jerk me off slowly, sucking love bites into my lower stomach and thighs. His mouth touched everywhere except for exactly where I wanted it. It was a torturing bliss.

"Stop being a tease!" I demanded. As I said that, he looked up at me with his moss green eyes, pupils blown, and led my dick directly into his mouth. "Fucking hell Harry." I gasped.

He started to suck in a way that was so agonizingly slow. Bringing me into the back of his throat where his nose brushed against my skin, then back out until only the tip was still in. His eyes never left mine. I tiled my head back and tried to grip the wall to distract my hands from grabbing his hair but he wasn't having it. He stopped moving. I looked down at him wondering why, but he just looked at me and nodded lightly. I could see it in his eyes; he was giving me permission.

I laced my fingers through his curls and thrusted forward. I heard him gag slightly but he made no movements to stop me. My eyes closed for a minute as I let the pleasure take over me and when I looked back down at Harry, I could see his watery eyes looking back at mine. After a few minutes, I pulled his mouth off of me. He stuck his tongue out, like he does before he puts anything in his mouth, and moved his head back towards me to suck some more.

"No. Harry." I told him, pulling him up to stand. "If you keep going, I won't last."

He chucked but nodded and pushed his lips back to mine. "Step out of your pants." He mumbled into my mouth. His voice was so wrecked that I almost came on the spot. I did as he asked and felt his hands move to my ass. He gripped at the flesh and told me to jump.

I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I broke the kiss to breathe, finding trouble because my want for him was so overwhelming. He began to suck a love bite into my neck and blindly walked through the tour bus to the bed in the back. Thankfully, everyone else was in the hotel and the bus was empty.

When we got to the bed he laid me down gently. He stopped kissing my neck to undo his own jeans and pulled them off quickly. I reached down and gripped his large cock in my small hand. I could hear a groan in the back of his throat. He threw his head back as I maneuvered myself until I was sitting up. I placed a hand on his hip and turned him so he laid down on the bed. I brought my lips to his dick and kitten licked the tip, tasting the precum on my tongue. He gasped and gripped the bedsheets.

I took what I could of him into my mouth, and covered the rest with my hand. I started to bob my head up and down while Harry's moans started to becoming louder.

"Christ Lou." He panted. I could get off simply on the sound of his moans, knowing I am the one making him feel such pleasure. I started to quicken my pace when he stopped me. "Come here." He said, pulling me up to lay on top of him. I kissed him desperately while his hands gripped my ass. He thrusted up at the same time he pushed my body down. The feeling of his cock against mine made my breath get caught in my throat.

"Fuck." I moaned. "Fuck me Harry. Please."

He flipped us over so that he was on top of me. He reached down and wrapped his large hand around both of our lengths. I felt like I was going to cum any minute if he didn't hurry up. I reached over into the bedside drawer, hoping for lube and a condom. Luckily I was right and I grabbed them both. I tossed them onto the bed and watched as he frowned a little at the condom.

"What's wrong?" I asked through bated breath.

"I hate those things." He said with a pout.

I laughed. "Yeah well, I don't want to get pregnant again."

He sighed and then nodded. He handed me the lube with his empty hand and passed it to me. "Open it and pour some onto my fingers." He told me.

I did as he said and he coated three of his fingers in the slick liquid. He made eye contact with me as his finger pressed against my entrance. I nodded and he slowly pushed it in. The feeling stung but felt so good at the same time. He continuously jerked us both off with one hand, while his other worked on opening me up. After three of his fingers were working in and out of me quickly, I needed him more than I needed air.

"I'm ready." I told him. I probably wasn't fully ready, but I honestly just couldn't wait anymore.

I reached over and grabbed the condom, opening it up and sliding it onto his cock. He bent my legs up and as his length was at my entrance, he looked at me one more time for permission. The two times we have slept together, he has always made sure he constantly has my consent. I found it sexy because it made me feel so comfortable with him. I nodded again and he began to push in.

I winced at the feeling. While I have slept with a couple of people since Harry, all being meaningless fucks, the feeling is still very foreign. He must have seen my discomfort because he leaned down and kissed me passionately. It wasn't a kiss that said 'I want to fuck your brains out'. It was more of a kiss that said 'I want to forever bask in your warmth'.

Once he was fully inside of me, he stayed still. He continued to kiss me until I finally felt comfortable enough.

"Move." I told him.

He took a deep breath as he pulled out and then pushed back into me. I could tell he was trying to hold back, but that isn't what I wanted. I started to meet this thrusts and he got the message that I was okay enough for him to go harder.

I couldn't help but think about the dream I had involving Harry. Thoughts of riding him plagued my mind, and I couldn't get them to leave. I knew I had to try it.

"Harry." I panted. "I want to ride you."

He stilled for a second, looking at me as if I was the most amazing thing he has ever seen. When he didn't say anything, I repeated what I wanted.

"Let me ride you." I begged. "Please."

After what felt like forever, he nodded. "Fuck." He said. "Okay, okay."

He pulled out of me and laid on his back. I climbed on top of him and straddled his waist. I leaned forward and kissed him softly. Afterwards, I situated myself above him and sunk down. I stopped for a moment once I was all the way down, reveling in the feeling of how much deeper this position was. Slowly I started to move my hips in figure eights. Just like in my dream, the sounds coming out of his mouth were something from out of this world. Hearing Harry moan was definitely one of my most favorite sounds.

I started to bounce up and down on his cock while he gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. When I started to get tired, I told him to take control. He gladly obeyed. He started to lift me up and slam me back down. I glanced down at my cock to see it was an angry red, begging for release. Harry followed my eyes and saw it as well.

"Cum for me babe." He whispered and just like that I was cumming hard and untouched. White was shooting everywhere, landing on him and myself. He fucked me through my high, and seconds later he reached his finish.

"FUCK! LOUIS!" He cried as he spilled inside of the condom. I collapsed down on top of him and I let him use my body as he saw fit, pounding into me until his orgasm stopped.

We both laid there, trying to catch our breath. He pulled out of me and I cringed at the discomfort. I rolled off of him and onto the bed. He sat up, pulled off the condom, tied it, and threw it in the garbage can. When he was done, he laid back down and turned to face me. He put his hand on my face and kissed me lightly as if he was afraid he would scare me away.

"Wow." I said in a whisper.

"Yeah." He agreed. "Wow."

I leaned forward to kiss him again, just loving the way his lips molded with mine. When we pulled away, he smiled just enough to show his dimples.

"So. Still waiting until after my tour?" He said amused.

"Yes." I told him. "We are still waiting until after your tour."

"But we can have sex?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

I shrugged. "I mean; I don't see the harm in some casual fucking between friends."

He laughed. "Friends?"

"The best of friends." I said sarcastically. I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him one more time.

After a short make-out session, we got up to take a shower. He helped clean me with the softest touch like I was the most delicate thing he has ever seen. That may or may not have started round two, and we may or may not have fallen asleep on the tour bus, only to be woken up in the morning by a laughing Niall yelling at Liam that he owes him fifty pounds.