They fell asleep holding each other, or well, Harry managed to fall asleep at any time and easily. Louis was made more difficult by the fact that he kept thinking that Harry would be leaving in a few hours and didn't want him to.

Without thinking twice, with a hand on his chin, he lifted Harry's face so he could join his lips. At first it was hardly a touch, but his goal was to wake him up with kisses.

"Lou?" Harry opened one eye with great difficulty. He was very lazy if he was asleep, but Louis' tongue asked for access in his mouth and he allowed it as soon as he was aware of what they were doing.

"You will leave? Will you go tomorrow?"

Harry now reciprocated the kiss most eagerly. "Y-yes ... Tomorrow."

Louis kissed him again, more eagerly than before. "Then let's enjoy the time we have. Yes?"

Harry nodded eagerly and joined his lips once more.

"I wish I could do so many things to you." Louis gasped at Harry's neck. "I want to see how you come like never before, love." He shuddered and arched, throwing himself against Harry. He was already hot and wet under his pyjamas. He moved over him, rubbing his limbs. "Do you want it, Princess?" He left a sloppy kiss on the neck, licking each exposed part.

Louis would love to slow it down, and carefully, but he knew very well that sheliked him better this way and he always took care of meeting herevery need, doing everything she liked.

"I'd like to do things for you, too." Harry smiled at the kiss, eagerly reaching for Louis' cock. "So, can I ...?"

"Go get him, beautiful." Louis nodded and simulated one last penetration before letting go and laying Harry on him.

Harry stroked Louis' penis, feverishly excited to be touching it and feel it hard in his hand; amazed at the heat and the weight of it, as his mouth sank. He groaned and swore out loud that only she managed to shake him this way.

Later, when Louis said it was the best blowjob he had ever gotten, Harry's face was shining and he couldn't stop smiling because all he wanted to do was give him the best and make him happy. Then he remembered that he had not yet confessed his love to him correctly, and possibly an "I love you" would be ideal instead of anything else he could do to him. He was silent for a long time and this was the perfect time to say it.

He stopped before Louis came and crawled back on him, straddling him, pressing their bodies together so they could rub their limbs until they both exploded with pleasure.

"Uhm ... I love you, Harry," Louis whispered. Harry smiled, arched his brows shaking his hips at him, pushing him to the max. Louis threw his head back and smiled at the realisation. "I love you too, Princess."

Harry's tongue slid down his lower lip, and Louis slowly opened his mouth. This kiss felt new to him, new, different, different from all the others Harry could ever give him. He opened his mouth even wider, letting it invade his interior with full access.

Harry took time to explore and claim everything he could achieve. He withdrew leaving a trail of saliva up his neck. As she rested her head on his shoulder, she began to move her hips again, rubbing their limbs together. Harry still had his underwear on, but the friction was enough to drive them crazy.

His breathing was heavy on his neck, and Louis could hear him moan softly as he began to pick up speed in his movements. This feels too good, and so hot, that Louis didn't hold back and grabbed his hips, moving him from bottom to top with more force, and they both let out a loud moan.

He didn't want to wait any longer and that's why he tugged on his boxers, squeezing their bodies together again. He bit his lip and Harry began to move on him.

Louis moaned loudly once more. This just rubbing against each other was quite exciting, and they could possibly come at any moment.

"Hazz, stronger love."

Harry started rocking his hips faster and harder. He had his hands on Louis' chest and he was panting as if he felt it inside him, but for Harry, that thing about having him inside him, didn't compare to anything. Louis sat up and wrapped his arms around his waist, and Harry put his lips on his again. Every time their lips touched they became hungrier, wishing that this moment would last forever.

No one else existed. It's just the two of them and the bed.

Harry got up more and hugged him by the neck to bring him closer and let him do what he wanted with him, as always. Louis was breathing hard, he didn't want to stop, he wanted to be completely inside her again.

Harry kept moving above him and moaned with his arms around his neck, his tongue against his throat. Louis began to brush his entrance with his fingers. He stroked and touched the most intimate point of his body, and was not surprised to hear him asking for more. Harry moved, ramming Louis' fingers. He was completely agitated and hot, longing to have him inside him. Louis didn't disappoint him, his fingers felt his inner burning, and hearing him moan almost wildly made him sit up and seek his lips.

He wanted to kiss her many times while his member was inside her.

"Did you miss me, beautiful? Did you miss Daddy, Princess?"

Harry smiled and his eyes sparkled like never before, he bit his lower lip with a nod. He loved it so much that Louis called him Princess.

When Harry felt his insides burn, he knew it was time. He was wet, ready to receive his Daddy, and Louis sighed with relief, because he couldn't wait any longer, he held onto Harry's shoulders, settled his member in the entrance and thrust deep and deep inside of him and with a single thrust.

Harry was really tight and moaned almost gasping in pain. He took a deep breath and stood still, unable to move. It had been a long time since he had Louis inside him and he had felt someone breaking into his body with the force of a wild animal; he felt a sharp, stabbing pain that left him breathless. He opened his eyes and saw the surprised face of Louis that was still inside him and could not move.

"Why did you not tell me?" He asked him, almost in a whisper.

Harry threw himself onto his chest, sighing in agitation. "It doesn't matter, Lou" he murmured. "Really, we can continue now," he said, rising slowly.

"You should have told me, I would have been more careful, baby. I thought..." Louis bit his lower lip. "You had been with another guy, I thought that ..." he continued, as he began to move slowly inside him, now with the caution that he supposed, Harry needed. "I thought you cheated on me."

Harry leaned in to kiss him. "Yes, I cheated on you ..." he said and Louis frowned. "But I guess my ass wasn't unfaithful" he teased, and they both laughed.

Harry lifted his hips and groaned, he really liked what he was feeling. He began to move slowly, but gradually increasing the intensity, until he could get used to Louis. Once he felt ready to move on, he began to mount it quickly, groaning and panting. Louis helped from below, grabbing his hips, lifting him hard and ramming him harder and deeper.

Harry stopped as he got tired and dropped onto Louis' chest. He clung to the body, kissing his pecs and smelling the scent of sweat and sex emanating from both bodies. That smell felt so familiar, so his.

"I love you, Louis"

Louis stopped at any moment and looked at him almost in shock. Harry smirked and felt himself blush like he hadn't in a long time.

"And everything I told you that time was real. I'm really sorry and ..."

"Say it again" Louis interrupted. "Say it, say it again."

"Which of all the things? Because I remember I told you that-"

"Tell me, my love." Louis took his face and his voice cracked. He didn't want to look stupid, but he really wanted to cry with emotion.

"I love you, Louis. I always loved you, I just- I was an idiot ..."

"You are" Louis smiled even though a couple of tears were now rolling down his cheeks.

Harry wiped those tears away with his fingertips, smiling too. "Well, I am, I'm an idiot, but I love you."

Louis wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned down to kiss him. He began to tell him that he had waited many years for this moment, that he could not imagine a future without him, and that he wanted them to do things well, as they should. He proposed that they talk about the relationship they would have from now on. He had so many things to say, but ...

"Lou"

"Yes, baby?"

"It doesn't bother me if you tell me all those things while you move, you know? I still have you inside me."

Louis laughed and forcefully propped Harry on the mattress. The curly clenched his legs tightly around his waist as Louis pushed hard inside him until he was out of air.

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Now they were wrapped between the sheets, trying to regularize their breaths. Louis hugged him from behind while kissing his neck.

"Where were you planning to go with Liam?"

"We'll go aimlessly, that is, we didn't plan anything, we would just get in the car and drive ..."

Louis walked away frowning and turned Harrys face away. "You will leave? I thought that..."

"I must go, Lou. We planned this trip because I insisted, I can no longer back down. It's late."

"And what about us?"

"It's not like I'll be gone forever. Only a few months. Two or three."

"But I don't want you to go."

Harry smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Eem ... you're not my owner," he said, and soon Louis leaned over him, surprising him and holding his hands to the sides of his head, making his movements impossible.

"Repeat that, Princess," he said, and licked his neck.

Harry swallowed hard and closed his eyes when Louis started licking all the way from his Adam's apple to his mouth.

"You are not going anywhere. Daddy doesn't want you to get away from him."

Harry opened his eyes and smiled. "What about Louis? I know Daddy doesn't want me to go away, but ... What think Louis about it?"

Louis released his hands and stroked his face. "I don't want you to go, Hazz. Don't leave me, we have a plan, you and me."

Harry smiled and reciprocated that sweet kiss, thinking.

"I won't be leaving then, Lou. I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Harry."

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The next morning, Louis went down to the kitchen in the middle of the morning to prepare breakfast for both of them. Jay was very happy, for the rest, and Louis noticed it. She was about to ask him about the company he had in his room, because logically, she had heard that her son's bed was moving noisily at times.

"Good morning, Mrs. Tommo."

Harry came up behind Louis and Jay was staring at him in complete shock, because she was sure she had perfectly heard a "I love you, Princess" from Louis and thought he was back with his girlfriend.

Now she remembered that Harry is gay and ... oh.

"Hello, Love. So long that I didn't see you around here" She came over to greet him. Harry was fully dressed in Louis' clothes.

She stood watching them secretly from the living room. She noticed that Louis served him breakfast, made him toast and then as he got closer, he kissed his neck and ... they were best friends, maybe it's just her imagination.

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Now the dilemma of the day was: How to tell Liam that he would not travel with him? In other words, they had planned this trip for months. They were both going to spend their savings and enjoy this experience that was supposed to be one of the most exciting of their lives. It was the first time they had left their families and for an indefinite period. Without a doubt it was a great experience and anecdote that they would have for their friendship and now ... there will be no trip.

Harry arrived at his house after lunchtime, surprising Liam who was now folding his clothes in that suitcase. Liam was super excited to go fuck himself. What happened last night with Zayn made him click and now he needs this journey more than ever to clear his mind and try to forget.

Liam needs this trip ... he's going to hate him.

"Li"

"Bro? Get me that shirt that's hanging there," he said, Harry standing right in front of his closet.

Harry handed him the shirt, biting his lower lip. Shit, this was hard.

Liam frowned when he saw Harry almost white from how pale he was. He took the shirt and leaned back, settling it inside the suitcase.

"You feel good? Something happens?" He asked calmly, without looking at him.

"I'm not-I'm not going, bro. I'm not going with you, I'm staying."

Harry stopped breathing the second he said that. Liam laughed and denied. "Seriously, idiot. Did you already prepare everything? What are you doing here?" Liam straightened up and checked the time on his phone. He grimaced in disgust that the unlock image was a stupid photo of the stupid Zayn, smiling. Ugh, he was going to have to change it urgently. "In ... exactly 3 hours we are leaving, bro."

"Li"

"Hazz." Liam kept walking in his room, from here to there. Choosing what clothes to wear.

"Liam, I'm serious. I'm not going. Louis and I ..."

Liam stopped what he was doing and frowned again when he noticed the trembling voice of his friend. Harry looked at the ground and had both hands in his pockets, he was really embarrassed.

Liam rested his weight on one leg with both hands on his waist. "Is this a fucking joke?"

Harry swallowed and looked up. He started crying because he knew Liam was going to hate him.

"No, brother. Louis and I ... last night ... I said I love him and he loved me back, so... and ... he asked me to stay."

"You guys are going to try it."

"Yes. Li, I'm sorry I ... I really don't know what to tell you. You hate me?"

Liam sat on his bed and rubbed his face. He didn't know what to say right now because he was excited about this trip and he really, really needed it.

"No, Harry. I don't hate you, but please, go home."

"What?"

Liam stood up and opened the door to his room. "Go home, because I have to carry on with the suitcase and if you distract me I won't be able to do it quickly. If I don't have to wait for you, I'll leave as soon as I have my suitcase ready."

Harry was speechless and his tears fell down his face. Liam hated him now and he couldn't live with it.

"No, Liam. Why? We can suspend it for a few days, I need to talk some things with Louis, see what we do and ... Then we can take a vacation and ..."

"No, Harry. I need to go, like ... now. I need to go, I don't want to be here. I congratulate you, send my regards. It makes me so happy for you and Louis, because I know you love each other, but seriously ... go away, bro."

Harry left his room and Liam didn't even look him in the eye. He knew him and he knew he was really offended and he also knew he was spiteful, he wasn't going to forgive him for this. Now he was between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand there was Louis, whom he loved and begged him to stay with him; and on the other, there was Liam, his friend, his brother and the one who needed this trip more than anything.

His ideas are never good, but now he believed it was his only hope. He owed it to Liam after all. He went to find Zayn, he had to talk to him.

Zayn opened the door upon hearing the second ring of the bell. He frowned instantly and managed to close the door on his face to see that it was him. Harry never liked him, and that Zayn was loved by everyone. The boy gained his rejection by treating him badly whenever he could, and all because of his stupid friend jealousy.

"Wait, Zayn. I need to talk with you."

"Talk about what, Styles? I don't know what you're really doing at my house." He tried to close the door again, but Harry put a leg inside and Zayn huffed tiredly. He wasn't going to let him pass, so he came out.

He crossed his arms. "Speak"

"I have to tell you something about Liam."

Zayn rolled his eyes. "Again? Wasn't it clear last night? There is nothing between him and -"

"Do you love him, Zayn? Do you still love him?"

"That's none of your business."

"Yes, it's up to me, because he's my friend and I don't like to see him crying in the corners because his ex-boyfriend's asshole can't forgive his mistakes."

"OK, if you came to insult me I think I'll come in." Zayn turned around, about to enter his house.

"In less than two hours he is going to leave..."

Zayn braked without turning around.

"If you don't stop him, Zayn, he will leave. I know I'm not your favorite person, and believe me, you're not mine either, but ... Liam loves you, and he's leaving because of you. He leaves because he can't see you with someone else. I know you love him too, Zayn. Go get it, please. Do not do it for me, do it for the love you have ... please-"

"Wish him a safe trip." Zayn entered his home and Harry lost all hope of seeing his friend smile once more.

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The next morning, Louis went down to the kitchen in the middle of the morning to prepare breakfast for both of them. Jay was very happy, for the rest, and Louis noticed it. She was about to ask him about the company he had in his room, because logically, she had heard that her son's bed was moving noisily at times.

"Good morning, Mrs. Tommo."

Harry came up behind Louis and Jay was staring at him in complete shock, because she was sure she had perfectly heard a "I love you, Princess" from Louis and thought he was back with his girlfriend.

Now she remembered that Harry is gay and ... oh.

"Hello, Love. So long that I didn't see you around here" She came over to greet him. Harry was fully dressed in Louis' clothes.

She stood watching them secretly from the living room. She noticed that Louis served him breakfast, made him toast and then as he got closer, he kissed his neck and ... they were best friends, maybe it's just her imagination.

•

•

Now the dilemma of the day was: How to tell Liam that he would not travel with him? In other words, they had planned this trip for months. They were both going to spend their savings and enjoy this experience that was supposed to be one of the most exciting of their lives. It was the first time they had left their families and for an indefinite period. Without a doubt it was a great experience and anecdote that they would have for their friendship and now ... there will be no trip.

Harry arrived at his house after lunchtime, surprising Liam who was now folding his clothes in that suitcase. Liam was super excited to go fuck himself. What happened last night with Zayn made him click and now he needs this journey more than ever to clear his mind and try to forget.

Liam needs this trip ... he's going to hate him.

"Li"

"Bro? Get me that shirt that's hanging there," he said, Harry standing right in front of his closet.

Harry handed him the shirt, biting his lower lip. Shit, this was hard.

Liam frowned when he saw Harry almost white from how pale he was. He took the shirt and leaned back, settling it inside the suitcase.

"You feel good? Something happens?" He asked calmly, without looking at him.

"I'm not-I'm not going, bro. I'm not going with you, I'm staying."

Harry stopped breathing the second he said that. Liam laughed and denied. "Seriously, idiot. Did you already prepare everything? What are you doing here?" Liam straightened up and checked