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Harry woke up with Louis’ words echoing in his mind.
I wish you could be mine.
Once Louis uttered those words that previous night, he passed out. Sighing, Harry had laid down next to him and fell asleep.
Harry checked the time and then rose out of bed. Sparing a glance at Louis, he went into the bathroom and grabbed some aspirin and a glass of water. Quietly, he placed them down onto the nightstand next to Louis.
“Hm?” Louis mumbled. Just my luck, Harry thought. He had originally wished to get out of the room as quickly as possible without waking Louis but it was too late.
“Harry?” Louis opened his eyes, only to groan and shut them again.
Silently, Harry placed the pill in Louis’ hand and then gave him the glass of water once he opened his eyes again.
“Do you remember what happened last night?” Harry asked as Louis sipped on the water.
“It’s kind of a blur but I guess so.”
“So you remember what you did.” Harry didn’t ask this, more so stated it.
“I.. Fuck. Shit fuck fuck,” Harry raised his eyebrow at Louis, “Yeah I remember, I’m really sorry about er.. Kissing you and all that I said.”
“Did you really mean what you said?”
“Shit Harry, does it even matter?”
“Of course it does! You practically admitted to having feelings for me!”
“Well I shouldn’t have. Fuck Harry, you’re 18! I’m 27! I’m nine fucking years older than you.”
“I don’t care how old you are.” Harry stated firmly.
“You’re only 18. How could you possibly not care? Maybe it’s just a phase that-“
“Don’t you fucking dare say that. Just because I’m 18 doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.”
“Of course it does! You’re 18! You’ve just graduated high school, there’s no possible way you could know what you want.”
“Fuck off, Louis. I’m not a kid anymore. That may have been enough to deter me when I was younger but I’ve known what I wanted since I was 15.”
“Even so,” Louis sighed, “I changed your diapers when you were a baby. It wouldn’t be right for us to be anything other than close friends.”
“That doesn’t even matter, Louis. Age doesn’t mean anything. I don’t care if you took care of me when I was a small child. I’ve wanted to be with you since I was 15 and I know you feel the same. Don’t try to deny it.”
Louis was silent. Harry took it as a confirmation.
“Louis, please. I know what I want. You have to give us a chance.”
“I.. I can’t. You’ve just turned 18. You should be exploring new things, not trying to get with me.”
“Fine,” Harry nearly growled, “When I’m older and I’ve explored and shit, and I decide I still want you, then what?”
“Then,” Louis stammered, “Then we can give it a shot.”
Instead of staying in town for the summer like Harry had originally planned, he and Niall left the day after.
~
After Harry had turned 18, he stopped going home as often, missing the Tomlinson-Styles family dinners frequently. But he never forgot about Louis.
It was 3 years later when Harry saw Louis again.
Harry was on spring break from university. He was 21 years old and lived with Niall and his new friend Ed. The three of them opted to go to a club and Niall, being the mischievous Irish lad, knew this was Louis, Liam, and Zayn’s favorite club to go to on the weekends.
Almost immediately upon entering, Harry immediately spotted Louis at the bar ordering drinks. Ignoring his surprise, he sauntered up next to Louis and lent against the bar.
“Could I get a Guinness, a Mojito, and an Old Fashioned?” Harry ordered in a low voice, aware of Louis’ attention on him. The bartender nodded and went on his way.
“Can I help you?” He asked without looking at Louis.
“Sorry!” Louis almost shrieked, “You just look like-“
“Someone you know.” Harry finished and turned to look Louis straight in the eye.
“Harry?” Louis asked disbelievingly.
“Hi Louis.” Harry smirked as Louis’ eyes widened and then raked up and down his body. Harry knew he was hot. Although he had already hit his growth spurt at 18, he hadn’t fully developed until now. He knew he looked different from when Louis last saw him. His hair was much longer now and he was covered in tattoos.
“Holy shit,” Louis breathed out, “I haven’t seen you in ages! How’ve you been?”
And that was that. Despite the fact that they hadn’t seen each other for 3 years, conversation flowed smoothly. Harry, Niall, and Ed joined Louis, Zayn, and Liam at a booth in the corner. Harry and Louis were sat together on one side.
As the night went on, the lads went to dance, leaving Harry and Louis alone.
“Louis.”
“Yeah Haz?”
“It’s been three years.”
“So?”
“You promised we could give us a shot.”
“Oh. I thought we moved past that…”
“God damn it Louis!” Harry smacked the table with a fist, “Did you think I wasn’t being serious?”
“No! I just.. I thought you’d change your mind.”
“Well I haven’t. My feelings for you are the same.” Harry’s eyes bore into Louis’.
“Harry, I don’t know.. I just-“
“I’ve waited for 6 years. I’m not waiting any longer.”
“Harry, I’m sorry. I don’t kn-“
“Save it.” Harry snapped and then abruptly stood up.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
“Anywhere but here.” Harry practically snarled and then stalked off towards the dance floor.
Harry looked around and spotted a guy practically eye raping him. Shrugging, Harry sauntered up to the guy.
“Hi,” Harry practically purred as he placed a hand on the guy’s chest, “I’m Harry.”
He didn’t even pay attention to what the guy said, much less as to what his name really was.
“Let’s dance.”
~
Louis was almost in tears. He let the love of his life walk away again. He banged his fists on the table.
“Lou? What’s wrong? Where’d Harry go?” a voice asked. Louis looked up to see Liam sliding into the booth.
“I fucked up.”
“What do you mean?”
“With Harry. I fucked up with Harry. He practically poured his heart out to me but I chased him off! Fuck Liam, I’m 30! I’m so much older than him and I don’t know what to do.”
“Do you want to be with him?”
“Of course I do! What kind of question is that?”
“I’m just saying,” Liam raised his hands, surrendering, “If you really want to be with him, than be with him.”
“It’s not that easy-“
“Sure it is. You’ve said it yourself, he’s liked you since he was 15 and you’ve liked him for the same amount of time. Ignore what your head is telling you, follow your heart.”
“But what if it doesn’t work out?” Louis bit his thumbnail nervously.
“Would you rather spend the rest of your life wondering what could’ve happened?”
Louis thought about it for a moment before scrambling out of the booth.
“Thanks Li!” He shouted over his shoulder as he ran into the dance floor.
“Hazza?” He called out as he searched around.
Suddenly, he spotted Harry and some unknown man. Louis nearly puked at the sight of Harry grinding on some random guy.
“Harry.” He nearly spat out.
“Lou.” Harry smirked at him.
“Ugh, c’mon. We need to talk.” Louis grabbed Harry’s arm and yanked him into the bathroom.
“Lame, Lou. I was having fun.”
“Shut up Harry.” Louis pushed Harry against the countertop of the sink.
“So what do you want to talk about? Are you going to reject me more?”
“I said shut up.” Louis smashed his lips into Harry’s. Almost immediately Harry’s hands were at Louis’ waist.
The kiss wasn’t really a nice one; it was sloppy and desperate but perfect to both of them.
“Lou,” Harry pulled a way a little to rest his forehead against Louis’, “are you sure?”
“Never been more certain.”
“We still need to talk though.”
“Later.” Louis began kissing his jaw as he grinded up against Harry.
“Shit.” Harry picked Louis up and sat him down onto the countertop.
“Wait, Haz,” Louis paused, breathing heavily, “Lock the door.”
Harry did as he was told and then went back to Louis. Harry then began sucking love bites into Louis’ neck as he palmed him through his pants.
“Shit Harry, need you.” Louis moaned breathily.
“What do you want?” Harry asked as he worked his way down until his breath was on Louis’ crotch.
“Ah, want you,” Louis panted, “Want you to fuck me.”
“Shit love, okay. Hop off the counter.” Louis slid off quickly and waited for Harry’s next instruction. Harry unzipped Louis’ jeans and pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. Louis jumped at the sudden cold air hitting his cock but had little time to think about it. Harry spun Louis around so his bum was facing him instead.
“Let’s go for the unconventional.”
“What? Haz, I- fuck.” Louis moaned out when he felt Harry’s mouth at his rim. He wiggled him bum a little, encouraging Harry.
Harry pulled apart Louis’ cheeks and licked a stripe over Louis’ rim causing Louis to shudder. Louis squirmed as Harry’s tongue licked over his rim relentlessly and then nearly fell over when he poked his tongue in.
“Shit ‘arry. Get in me now!”
“So demanding,” Harry chuckled as he stood up.
“But you love me.” Louis said distractedly, not even realizing what he said until it was too late.
“I do.”
“Shit Harry, really?” Louis turned to face him. If anyone were to walk in right now, it’d look ridiculous. Harry fully clothed, pants tented, and Louis with his shirt on, pants around his ankles, and rock hard.
“I love you too, you know. I think I always have. I was just kind of scared about what'd happen if we got together. I mean there's a reason I'm 30 and not married or even seeing someone. Well, besides you I suppose.” Louis quietly told him.
Harry’s face immediately lit up and then lunged towards Louis, lips connecting in a heated and passionate kiss.
“Okay, as much as I love this,” Louis gestured to the kiss, “I need you to fuck me, like right now.”
Harry grinned and then faltered slightly, saying, “I don’t have lube or a condom.”
“Don’t care, just be gentle.”
Harry kissed Louis quickly, pulled his shirt off, and then spun him around. Louis braced himself on the counter as Harry undressed himself and then lubed himself up using his spit.
“Ready?” Harry asked considerately. Louis nodded in reply. Harry slowly pushed himself in. Once the head was in, Louis gasped. Harry paused but Louis told him to keep going.
Harry pushed in until he bottomed out. He then waited for Louis and pressed kisses all over Louis’ shoulder.
“Move.” Louis said after a few moments.
Slowly at first, Harry began thrusting him. Louis moaned with each thrust.
“Faster.” Louis commanded as he laid his chest onto the counter.
Harry began fucking into him faster and then changed the angle. He thrusted up, earning a moan so loud that Harry could only conclude he had found Louis’ prostate.
“Shit, right there, fuck yeah.” Louis moaned out as Harry relentlessly pounded on his prostate.
Louis felt his stomach start coiling and himself building up to his release.
“Haz, I’m- fuck- I’m really close.” Louis gasped out, which made Harry fuck him even faster.
“Look at yourself Louis.” Harry stared at Louis through the reflection of the mirror. Louis looked thoroughly fucked; his cheeks were flushed, his hair wild, his eyes blown nearly black.
“You look so pretty, Lou, so fucked. You’re so beautiful, love, so beautiful on my cock. Are you going to come? Come for me, Louis.”
And yeah, Harry dirty talking while pounding his prostate was definitely enough to make Louis burst. He came harder than he had in a long time, his vision turning white for a few moments.
When he finally recovered, he looked into the mirror to see that Harry had already pulled out and was about to start jerking himself off.
Instead of saying anything, Louis stood up straight, walked in front of Harry, and then dropped to his knees. He batted Harry’s hand off his cock and then took it into his mouth.
Harry braced himself against the wall as Louis began swirling his tongue around his cock. Harry’s hand fisted into Louis’ hair and within a minute, Harry felt himself building up.
“Lou, I’m- I-“ Harry moaned out and once these words hit Louis’ ears, he began sucking harder.
Harry came with a loud shout in Louis’ mouth. Louis happily took it and swallowed it all.
“Fuck.” Harry breathed out as he pulled Louis from off his knees.
Once Harry recovered, he pulled Louis into a sweet kiss.
“We still need to talk about us.” Harry reminded him.
“Alright, but next time I’m topping.”
“And by that time I’ll get to call you my boyfriend?” Harry asked hopefully.
“Of course, love.”
“And one day my husband maybe, yeah? You made me wait 6 years, I don’t think I can wait that long again.”
Louis chuckled, “Another 6 years? God no. I’ll be 36 by then, Jesus.”
“Heh. I love you.”
“I love you too, Haz. Now, can you help me or something? My back hurts and I’m covered in my own cum.”
“Of course, old man.”
“Oi!”
“I don’t mind though, because you’re my old man.”
“Hazza, no. That makes it sound like you’re calling me your father.”
“Shush, I was trying to be cute but you ruined it.”
“You’re cute anyways.”
~
So yeah, Louis was 9 years older than Harry, but who cares? Age is just a number.