"I see why Nate has you doing voices all the time," Harry breathed out, trying to gather himself again and not completely freak out at the position they were in.

"Just missed that smile of yours," Louis said softly, letting his fingers get lost in Harry's hair as he massaged his scalp.

All Harry could do was look back up at him, melting at Louis' touch and trying his absolute hardest not to just lunge at the older lad. He wanted to kiss him so bad, has all night if he was being honest but he couldn't bring himself to just do it. Harry was terrified to say the least, he hasn't been with anyone in so long, someone he cared about and he wanted this to go well, he really did.

But then Louis was cupping his cheek and he was practically laying on top of him, Harry couldn't help himself but bring up his own hand and run it through the back of his hair.

It was so soft, so feathery and light he swears if he had it his way Harry would constantly push his fingers through it, just loving the feeling.

And he hadn't noticed how close they became, feeling the older lad's soft breath on his cheek, his nose just barely brushing against his own and green locked on blue for what felt like forever until the distance was completely closed between them.

It took Harry a second to realize Louis was actually kissing him, but when it did hit him he didn't waste a second before pulling him impossibly closer by the nape of his neck and moving his lips against the blue eyed lad's.

It was warm and comfortable, so sincere and deep, and Harry was absolutely melting under him.

The shaky breaths exchanged between them, the curious hands that ran up sides, and through hair had Harry close to trembling, but he never wanted it to stop. The way their mouths moved together, how Louis' thin, soft lips perfectly molded to his own was addictive.

But then the older lad cautiously licked at his bottom lip, and it didn't take Harry a second before tasting right back into Louis' mouth and gripping at his waist to keep him in place on top of him.

It seemed that did it for Louis, breathing deeply against him and seeming to do everything in his power to control himself as he heavily kissed him back.

He dug his fingers impossibly deeper into Harry's curls, the other hand slipping under his shirt just to massage at the younger lad's heated skin and humming against his lips. And just at the vibration, how Louis was kissing him and touching him he wanted to moan, trying to hold back the tight whine that threatened to escape him.

Harry could do this for hours, for forever if he was able to. And he doesn't know how long they were exactly kissing for, how long they were exploring one another and getting lost before it all slowed down.

Louis' lips carefully moving against his once again, the two of them trying to control their breathing and Harry desperately wanting to stay still under the older lad so he wouldn't make his little situation any bigger.

Already he could feel himself sweating just at kissing, getting worked up and aching for more, but he couldn't do anything more, not now. And Louis seemed to sense that too, just barely pulling away from him before allowing his lips to travel down his jaw and neck, carefully pressing kisses into his skin before he found Harry's mouth again and gave him one last gentle kiss.

They were both quiet for a second, catching their breaths and Harry couldn't help himself as he wrapped his arms around the older lad, rubbing his back and feeling his warm breath on his neck as he laid on top of him.

It was this simple thing that gave him so much peace, made him feel too comfortable to move. And truth be told he could stay like this forever, with Louis in his arms and his son sleeping in the other room, and he only hoped the older lad felt the same.