Making breakfast had never been more complicated. Louis had a massive hangover and it seemed like nothing could cure it. He slowly lifted the milk and it felt like his arm would break at the weight. Slowly, carefully he poured it into his bowl. After that, the new challenge, coco pops. But honestly, Louis didn't think he'd make it that far. He would pass out from the pain that was mostly caused by the awful, high pitched sounds that came from Niall's phone which he was tapping, clearly oblivious to Louis' suffering.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God." Louis hissed painfully.

"Hm?"

"Stop. Texting." Niall only turned off the sounds to his keyboard and then continued tapping. Louis moved on to scowling at the box of coco pops that just wouldn't magically lift itself and do the work for him. He groaned and let his head rest against the table.

"Louis!"

"Mrgfgnng." Louis made sounds.

Niall smacked him in the head. "Wake up! We've got class."

"Ow! Okay, fine, I'm up!" Louis groaned and Niall smiled successfully and then continued tapping. "Who the hell are you texting at 8am anyway?"

"Nobody," he answered, but Louis could see the small quirk of his lip, he was biting down a smile. Louis rolled his eyes. He was a goner.

"Please." Louis shook his head. "Say hi to Georgie for me." Niall didn't even bother denying it, has was too preoccupied with answering whatever the last text had said. Louis returned to his coco pops and forced his arm to move and pour some into his bowl. It would've been so much better if Harry had been there. He would've made him French toast and bacon and tea... but the boyfriend had a life without him. Sadly. Tragically.
Harry had had a lot to do the last week, lots of interviews, appearances on different shows, preparing for the coming out deal and also working on the new album that wasn't even being released until Christmas. It was May for Christ sake, let the boy rest. All the work that had to be done had occupied Harry pretty much all week, which led to Louis not having nearly as much Harry-time as he needed. Less Harry led to stress, dried lips, hypothermia during the nights, aching arms and cuddle sickness. It had hit Louis how dependent on Harry he'd become. Everything he did he was thinking about him while doing it and he could barely pass three hours without hearing his voice. As much as he loved how Harry had nestled his way in and wrapped himself stuck in his life, it annoyed him how dependent on him and how needy he was. He needed to have a life without Harry too and know that if Harry decided to leave him then he would still survive (he wouldn't but still, it was the principle).
So last night he'd gone to a party at the university campus. It had been pretty great but with the hangover he was now nursing he was now contemplating on whether it was worth it or not. Shauna had been there (something he wouldn't mention to Niall) and Stan had had to tackle him into the couch to stop him from attacking her. Darren had also attended the party but he and Louis had only talked briefly, Louis with the thought of Harry at the back of his drunken mind.
So there he was Friday morning, a massive hangover killing his head and had about forty minutes to get to class. After having a well needed shower and got dressed in black skinnies, a white t-shirt and black suspenders and then styled his hair into a messy quiff, Louis together with Niall had jumped into a cab and got to their classes.
Louis took a seat in the middle, thinking that if he actually was there on time he could at least make a small effort to try to remember something. That required his seat pretty close front, but still far enough back that he could get away with slacking if things got boring.
The class was alright, just normal take notes stuff and Louis was kind of okay with have come to class this morning. Plus Harry would be proud of him, or at least happy he went.

"Louis!" a girl to his right called Emily whispered to him. "How smashed were you last night?" Emily had also been at the party and Louis considered himself pretty okay friends with her.

"Pretty pissed," he chuckled.

"Dude," Stan, who sat on his other side of him, said, leaning over the table. "he didn't even want to dance with Josh when he offered, that how messed up he was." Yeah, maybe there was a slightly different reason for that... Louis just shrugged as an answer.

"What's wrong with you lately!" Emily frowned, shaking her head. "When was the last time you hooked up with anyone? I can't even remember." The last random hookup he'd had was about two months ago. "When was the last time you had sex, Tommo?" she raised her eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes at her question and Stan snickered. "Tuesday afternoon with Harry Styles of One Direction, in the back of his car. He banged me against the seats and kissed me goodbye properly like a true gentleman and then promised he'd be home later to make me dinner," he answered deadpanned. Emily and Stan laughed and Louis internally rolled his eyes. He also wanted to stab something because of the fact that people thought that was so impossible they laughed.

"He didn't keep his promise. He had to work. It was something about a producing meeting and shit," he continued. Stan snickered and Emily bit her lip too keep from laughing too loudly and disturb the class.

"Tomlinson! Is that you talking?" Too late.

"No?" he tried.

"May I remind you you're in class?" his professor raised an eyebrow, scolding him.

"No, I just really don't care about methods that require actually speaking to the kids-"

"Well as a reminder," the professor interrupted him, "I can inform you all that next Friday, we will have a big test that will include those certain methods-"

"NO!"

"Tomlinson, sit down!"

"I'm afraid that is not acceptable, Prof," Louis told him. He simply did not have the time for it. "Louis the Tommo Tommo Tomlinson does not do tests right now. Tommo is busy and the Tommo Tommo Tomlinson Louis has bigger problems in his life than tests right now. So Prof, please. I beg of you."

"Would you please enlighten me to your problems that are so much more important than your education and future?"

"Um, see, the thing is-" My boyfriend is worldwide famous and if I screw up, which can happen if I do anything that requires going outside or speaking, his life will be over.

"If you don't have anything of value to say Tomlinson, then I'm afraid this is not negotiable."

"But-"

"No. And you may please sit down now," he gave him a cold glare. Louis groaned loudly and the class with him. He sat down and Stan patted him on the back for the good effort and Emily smiled at him like 'at least you tried'.

"He could just hit me with a shovel and my life would be over either way," Louis muttered.

---

Louis heard his front door open, and he flew up from the couch he and Niall were patiently waiting on. It was still Friday, but late afternoon and tonight the five were going out and Georgia (Niall's oh so secret girlfriend) was also coming over before they went out. They had figured that the three would only look like friends to the boys and if anybody asked Georgia could be Louis' girlfriend. Only if anybody specifically asked if Harry and Louis were together though. Only then. She didn't even have to know about it.

"HAROLD!" Louis exclaimed loudly and just as Harry and the rest of the unholy trinity had stepped inside, he crashed into him. Harry laughed, but he didn't wrap his arms around him, which made Louis frown.

"Um, Lou," Harry said, stepping away and gesturing at something behind Zayn. Georgia. Right, she was also coming over. "She arrived at the same time." Well, if they couldn't even hug properly when she was there then what the hell was the point of bringing her around?

"Hi, Gee-gee. If you're going to be hanging with us much, which I believe you will since Niall is all head over heels and stuff, let's just get this straight. Harry and I are fucking and if you say shit you're dead and we'll be off now," he finished and pulled Harry with him towards his room. When inside he pushed him violently up against the wall, ripping off his jacket. Harry giggled (giggled!) and held Louis by his hips close to him. And oh, did Harry's lips taste good. They hadn't had a proper make out session since Wednesday and god had Louis missed his soft and warm lips.
Harry seemed to feel the same and pushed Louis towards the bed. He bent him down and ended up on top of him, pushing their hips together.

"I've missed you so much," Harry whispered, sounding a little like he was in pain. Louis let a small moan escape his throat when Harry pressed his growing semi against his stomach and his lips sucked and bit into his neck.

"Hmmm." Louis squirmed beneath him, rolling his hips and letting his hands slide into Harry's jeans, pressing him closer.

"Lou..." Harry whispered while Louis was struggling to get out of his pants and squeeze Harry's arse at the same time. "As much I would like to be with you right now, there are people outside and..." he reminded him, but got cut off when Louis pressed their lips together forcefully.

"Fuck them. We'll be quiet."

Harry chuckled and kissed his jaw. "Louis, have you heard you have sex? You can't be quiet. You're the loudest ever." Yeah, he'd been told quite a few times. Not that he let it stop him.

"C'mon..." Louis ground his hips into him seductively.

"No, they will hear us. You'd have to be gagged or something," Harry joked, and then immediately regretted it when he saw Louis' eyes light up. "No, Lou we're not doing that!"

"Harry, it'll be fun!" They hadn't done something like that in a while!

"No, we're not having sex. It can wait." He kissed his lips tenderly. "Until tonight."

"Harold," Louis said seriously. "I haven't been fucked in three days. I need it."

"Three days is not that much..."

"Harold. For us it is." Harry rolled his eyes but agreed and let Louis kiss him and touch him for a few moments before rolling off him, trying to get away from his hands. Annoying piece of sexy meat.

"It will be hot," Louis promised, persistently rolling on top to straddle him.

"How hot?"

"This hot." Louis smirked and rolled his hips, crotch slowly grinding into Harry's erection. He slowly bent back, exposing his stomach, still rolling against Harry and then bent up again in one smooth motion. Harry looked like he was in pain when they caught eyes again. Louis considered this success.

"I'm gonna' cry if you do that again, so please don't." Harry held on to his hip, stopping him from causing more damage to his already going insane body.

Louis sighed, giving up at getting it, but got another idea. "You know what is hot, but also shuts me up?" Harry's eyes darkened and Louis felt his hands grip his hips harder. Louis grinned and bent down over him, kissing his lips, his chin, then the top of his chest and then he pressed his lips to the soft spot just above the button of his jeans. Louis contemplated trying to unbutton his pants with his teeth but figured he'd probably fail miserably, so he decided against it and instead went with slowly popping the button with his thumb as he nuzzled the soft hairs of Harry's happy trail. His fingers came into Louis' hair, gripping his caramel colors tighter when Louis pulled his trousers and boxers down. Harry was already full on hard, whining as his clothes came of. Louis leaned down and slowly swiped his tongue along the underside of his dick, leaving a trail of saliva. He kissed the head teasingly when he reached the top and Harry was moaned huskily.

"I thought I was the loud one," he smirked and then put a hand over Harry's mouth as he took him in his mouth. Bobbing his head up and down, he worked quickly. Harry's hands were tugging on his hair and Louis knew he was trying but his hips still jerked up, his cock hitting the back of Louis' throat. He tried not to choke, but he had to pull back to give a little cough. Harry shot him an apologetic glance before Louis had taken him to his mouth once again and then Harry was practically writhing underneath him. Louis had to use both of his hands to hold down his hips as he swirled his tongue around the head. He used one of his hands to give him some friction where he couldn't reach. He twisted his wrist in the way he'd learned Harry loved and his tongue worked its wonders.
Soon he could hear Harry's breathing getting more ragged and heavy. His hand left Louis' hair and came down to squeeze his shoulder as a warning. And Harry came, squirting down his throat, hips leaving the mattress. Louis swallowed, shaking the taste off and then grinned as Harry panted with closed eyes. He crawled over him and patted his forehead with a bit of sarcasm, soothing him through the aftershocks of coming.

"Tonight I'm fucking you," Harry said determinedly, breathing finally slowing down.

"Looking forward to it," Louis smirked and kissed him softly. Harry smiled at him and sorted out Louis' messed up fringe.

"You're really hot with sex hair."

Louis laughed and gave Harry one last chaste kiss before he pulled him up into a sitting position on the bed. Harry gave him a content smile as Louis stood from the bed and fixed up his curls and zipped him up.

"I love you," he said warmly, smiling adoringly up at him.

"You're only saying that because I just gave you a blowjob, love."

"Yeah, but it's true anyway," he grinned. He brought his hands to Louis' hips, gripping him firmly and then pulled him close as he rose from the bed and they were stood flush against each other. Louis melted into him as always and laces his fingers with his, letting their arms fall to their sides. Harry leaned down and kissed him deeply, his tongue doing things that sent shivers down Louis' spine.

After a moment Harry pulled back, but only slightly and their faces were so close, lips barely touching. Louis closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of having Harry so close to him again and stroked the back of Harry's hand with his thumb.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Harry whispered, breath mixing with Louis'. He loosened one of his hands and his fingertips touched lightly to Louis' cheek. "I wish you would open your eyes and look at me right now because your eyes are the most beautiful things I have ever seen."

He opened his eyes slowly and he felt his heart beat heavily in his chest. He swallowed silently. He never knew what to say when Harry said things like that. "You always make me blush..."

"You're breathtaking when you blush." And Harry was looking at him with those eyes, big, green and deep and honest, and Louis had no idea of what do with himself.

Louis was not quite able to meet Harry's eyes. He felt so self-conscious saying things like this. He hadn't really gotten used to exposing so much of his inner self quite yet. "If I had a way with words like you do," he said anyway, trying to sound at least a tiny bit smooth, "I'd be telling you all kinds of poems and songs but I can't, so I'm just going to settle with saying that you make me weak in all kinds of ways," he said in a low and slow voice, "and I feel like I'm superman and you're like those green little things because I can barely stand up straight sometimes when you look at me." To Louis his words sounded like drunken gibberish, but Harry looked at him with eyes that told him his words had meant something to him.

"Kryptonite?" Harry smiled, eyes filled with love. Louis didn't even bother to roll his eyes at the resemblance to the song. His blue met Harry's green depths and yes, fucking kryptonite.

---

"Cough sex cough," Zayn choked out, teasing with that smirk only he could pull off.

"Zayn, you're just wishing you got the dick," Louis said and linked his hand with Harry's as he slumped down on the couch next to Liam and pulling Harry down in his lap. His boyfriend was quite a bit taller so Louis felt more like a koala hugging his back than anything else while trying to see something past his shoulder. Zayn muttered something intelligible as answer and Louis smirked at his discomfort.

Then he remembered Niall's lady friend. "So, have you called everybody you know and posted about us on twitter yet?" Louis asked Georgia, poking his head out from behind Harry's back. She was sat closely next to Niall on one of the beanbags, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Sure, they weren't fucking, Louis thought sarcastically.

"Actually I kind of figured you were together when I saw you at the club. Didn't tell then, won't tell now," she said. Louis smiled. Straight on and didn't get into business she had no part in. Approved, Louis thought and mentally made a "check" sign with sound effects.

"I like your style," he told her as he shuffled on the couch. He turned to lean against the armrest instead, putting Harry between his legs.

"Thank you," she smiled and earned an approving nod from Niall.

"Wait, how did you figure we were together when we were at the club?" Harry wondered and Louis eyed her curiously.

"With the way you were taking care of him and the way he was clinging on you, saying he wanted to 'Take You Home', it wasn't that hard to tell. Plus Louis looks at you like you're the sun so." She shrugged like it was no big deal, but Louis was blushing and felt extremely self-conscious and he thought Harry could tell because he took his hand were it rested over his boyfriend's stomach.

"You're that kind of couple you can watch from a distance and you're not even touching but you can just tell you're in love." Liam smiled warmly at them and Louis felt like this was the sappiest shit ever. Had he really turned into this love struck coupley couple person?

"Yeah, it's disgusting," Niall said honestly. Zayn laughed and Georgia swatted his arm.

"It's cute!" she said determinedly.

"You are quite cute actually," Liam grinned.

"Stop! You're making them go all tomato and my ears are bleeding," Zayn grimaced.

"It's adorable! They're both embarrassed and so red!" Georgia laughed and Louis thought he'd die. God? It's time to send down that ladder! He buried his face in Harry's neck, attempting to disappear from the world for a while.

"Ew. I'm gonna' go throw up," Zayn complained and rose from the armchair and left the room. Louis guessed it was to smoke and not to heave his insides out like he muttered on his way out.

"Not really a sap," Liam explained but smirked.

"When are we leaving tonight?" Harry asked, patting Louis' arm, reassuring him it was alright to resurface to the face of earth again.

"Eight," Liam said. "I got us a table at Keith's Steaks. Niall said he liked that place, isn't that right Nialler?"

"Hm?" Niall wasn't listening. Because he was texting. Louis shook his head. Always texting and always forgetting his surroundings. Yeah, he and Georgia were definitely a thing and – hold the fuck up. Louis snapped his head to the right. Wait. Georgia was sitting next to him, not texting. And... wait. What the hell? If Niall wasn't texting her right now, then he probably hadn't been texting her at all. And if he wasn't talking to Georgia...did he not go see her when he 'snuck out'? Louis was so confused. Who the hell could Niall possibly be messaging and most likely be shagging? Probably someone who wasn't there, so obviously, not Georgia. Who else could it be? Probably not that girl Hanna from he was friends with from work...and not Robin from class. No,