"It's because I know I'm a man and I have a dick, otherwise I'd be sure that I were pregnant." Louis whines when they leave the bar. "Because there is definitely something growing inside me. Carry me, Harry."

And without a warning, Harry swoops up Louis, flipping the boy over his shoulder. A loud shriek leaves Louis' mouth.

"Harry! Let me down!"

"I thought you wanted to be carried?" Harry smirks as he keeps walking.

Louis screams but his laughing can be heard through it. It's adorable, really. "Put me down, please!"

"What do I get in return?" Harry still doesn't make a movement to let the boy down.

"I won't kick your ass!"

"Sassy." Harry lets Louis down and the older boy softly hits his shoulder. "You're so mean and that on our first date." He pouts. "I'm properly heartbroken." Although his words say the opposite, Louis walks up to Harry as close as possible, chests touching right now.

"What can I do to make it up to you, then?" Harry's voice is soft and his hands are resting on Louis' hips.

"What about bringing me to your place? Because I'm not ready yet to let go of this evening." Louis whispers, putting a curl behind Harry's ear.

"Me neither." Harry whispers back. "I'm not ready yet to let go off you. Want me to call my driver? My place is too far to walk."

"We can walk." Louis says, grabbing Harry's hand in his. "Let's talk under the moon and the stars, holding hands and you tell me silly stories until we reach your house. I love listening to your stories about tour."

And the pair walked about an hour from the pub to Harry's place. When they are finally there, Louis falls down on the couch, shoes spread somewhere around in the living room.

"Do you want something to drink, Lou? I have wine if you want." Harry suggests immediately. "I'm pretty thirsty."

"Me too, but a coke is alright. I don't want any alcohol, I need to remember every single second of tonight because it's so perfect."

Harry, who is standing in the kitchen fixing drinks, bites his lip from happiness. He can't believe it, he is finally at this point with Louis. He needed this, needed them.

"Here you go." Harry comes back with two glasses. Louis pats between his legs, and Harry listens to him and takes place. Louis puts his arms around Harry's waist and his head is resting in the middle of Harry's curls.

"I had such a nice evening, curly." Louis says, fingers making patterns on Harry's naked skin under his shirt. "Thank you for asking me on a date, for pushing me to talk it out. I'm sorry for the way I treated you."

"Not now..." Harry whispers, eyes closed as he enjoys Louis' touches. "Let's talk about that tomorrow. Tonight it's us enjoying each other, remember? Your own words."

"You're right." Louis nods, pulling Harry impossibly closer to him. "There are some things that I want to discuss with you, but that's for tomorrow."

"Now you're making me curious."

"No need to be." Louis softly kisses Harry's cheek. "But I should go home in a bit. I'm getting pretty tired and taxis this time are a disaster and-"

"Stay?" Harry interrupts. "I can borrow you clothes and stuff if you want, there's still a bedroom free and I have nothing to do tomorrow morning."

"Maybe I should call in sick tomorrow." Louis smirks, playing with Harry's curls. "Because I don't feel like just running away when I wake up tomorrow."

"Won't you be in trouble? Because as much as I like the sound of that, I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Don't care, honestly." Louis shrugs. "I just want to spend the morning with you if you don't have any plans."

"I would love that too... "

"You make me happy, H." Louis whispers as he is massaging Harry's scalp. "You make me really fucking happy and I'm glad we're giving this a chance."

Harry turns around, facing Louis now as he straddles his lap.

"You don't want to know how long I have been longing for this moment." Harry's forehead is touching Louis', faces coming closer, lips about to touch as they get interrupted by a loud girl's voice.

"Harry are you home? How was your date with Louis? Did the two of you- oh fuck, sorry!" Gemma apologizes as she sees the two boys on the couch. "I didn't know you were-"

"No big deal, Gems." Louis smiles, standing up from the couch and helping Harry off it as well. "I'm staying the night in the room next to yours, going to be your neighbour."

"You know that H's bed is big enough?" she teases.

"I know, just not after the first date." Louis smiles gently.

"I'll uh, I'll grab some stuff for you Lou." Harry quickly runs upstairs, embarrassed by his sister.

"How was it then?" Gemma asks Louis.

"It was amazing, Gems. And I know that he is your little brother, and I'm a big sibling myself so, that's why I'm going to tell you this. I like him, Gems. I like him a lot and I promise you that I will do everything to protect him from everything, including his fucking management."

"I know you will, Lou." Gemma smiles. "I have eyes, you know, already had them when the two of you were in London. I know that you are good for my brother and believe me, he will fight the world to be good for you too."

Louis blushes and looks at the ground, hiding his smile.

"I know... I guess it's time to sleep. Goodnight, Gemma." Louis pulls the girl into a hug and then goes upstairs. He puts on Harry's shirt, that is way too big on him, and walks up to Harry's room. He knocks on the door and Harry opens.

"Hey, were you already sleeping?" Louis asks.

"No, no I wasn't . I was just changing, just got ready. You thought I was just going to bed to say something to you?" And Harry can't help but to stare at Louis, his shirt covering Louis' boxers. Louis is a god, really.

"No, was just wondering. I just said goodnight to Gemma and I wanted to say goodnight to you too."

"Oh, well, goodnight Lou." Harry smiles nervously.

"Not like that, a proper goodnight."

And Louis cups Harry's left cheek with his hand, his thumb caressing his skin as he makes their lips touch. Louis can feel the butterflies in his stomach, and so does Harry, lips tingling from the touch and wanting more. There is no tongue, just soft lips massaging each other and channeling feelings.

"Good night, Hazza." Louis whispers, biting his lip as he let's go of Harry's face, walking towards his own bedroom.

Harry just stands in his doorframe, watching the boy in his oversized shirt, fingertips touching his lips, still high on Louis' taste.

Harry's gone for him, so fucking gone.