Are We Enemies, Or Lovers?

Curious

Harry's POV

I turn to look at louis, curious as to why he just screamed at me.

"Can I suck you off?" He asks me.

He seems desperate to do it, but not the same desperation he had when i was fucking him. This is different, like he thinks he owes me something.

I could just fuck into his mouth, cause that's what he's begging for.  But something is nagging at me to talk to him instead.

"Why?" I ask him, calmly.

Confusion flashes on his features, "well because, it's only fair right" he says. His grip on my thigh loosening. 

"I've already told you, it's ok"

"I want to be good for you,  please harry "

"And you were baby, you were so good for me" I tell him, going down on my knees infront of him caressing his cheek.

"Yeah?"

"Mmmh"

He looks relieved, but something in me tightens.  Why would he feel like he has to suck me off? Like if he didn't I would be displeased with him. I know I haven't been the kindest person to him, but I don't think I've made him feel uncomfortable in bed.

"Louis, did I do something to make you think you have to suck me of?.  Have I been unfair to you?" I ask him.

He looks taken aback, "what no, I mean we haven't done a lot. But you haven't pressured me or anything" he tells me.

I let out a breath of relief, cause I'd hate to think I'm messing him up in someway.

"Ok good, then why did you react like that?" I ask him.

He looks down, "I don't,  I don't want to talk about it harry "

I want to push, but I don't have any right to know his secrets. 

"That's ok lou, now let's get off this floor we look stupid" i say trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckles, letting me pull him up.

I push down the need to grill him with questions of what really happened, and instead pull him towards the bathroom. 

***

After getting cleaned up, we both put our clothes back on.

"So, I'll just go back to Liams then " he tells me, but it comes out as a question.

He doesn't seem like he's ok, but I'm not sure hanging out when we're not doing anything sex related is a good idea.  I don't want him to get the wrong idea.

"Harry, I said I'm leaving" he tells me.

"Or I could invite zayn over and we could all hangout?" I ask him.

I mean when it's not just me and him. That's fine, right?

"Oh, I mean I'm supposed to be with Niall and liam"

I feel jealousy clawing at my throat, and once again i feel like he's choosing them over me. He must see the change of emotion in my face, cause I'm not that good at hiding my emotions.

"Or I could invite them here?" He suggests, clearly trying to avoid an argument.

"Ok " i tell him, turning my back to him looking for my phone.

"Harry come on don't do this " he says, following me.

"I'm not doing anything, I'm just looking for my phone so I can text zayn " i tell him. Trying to sound calm and  unbothered.

"Harry should I just go?"

"No "

"Then stop being weird"

"I'm not being weird"

"Yes you are "

"Just text liam and Niall, see if they want to come over."

He doesn't say anything, so I turn to look at him.

"What?" I ask him.

He just keeps staring at me, hands on his hips.

"Louis come on, what is it?"

"Oh nothing, why?"

"You're being weird"

"Oh am I? I don't think so "

"Louis come on "

"Doesn't feel so good does it "

I look down sheepishly, he's such a smart ass.

"Stop being a smart ass Tomlinson, or I'll have to fuck it out of you " I tease him.

"Oh, is that a promise?" He asks, moving closer to me.

"No, we have guests coming over. Stop being horny "

"Don't be a tease harry " he whines.

I chuckle at that, he's so cute. 

"I mean, you can give me that blowie while we wait for the boys " i tease him.

"Yeah?" He asks, excitedly.

"No Louis " i say, bopping his nose.

He scrunches it, clearly annoyed.

"Have you texted them, or are you just standing there waiting to have a cock in your mouth?"

"Don't be vulgar harold" he says, turning away from me to pick up his phone.

***

Me: you wanna come over?

Zayn: I thought louis was coming over.

Me: yeah he's here.

Zayn: then why you texting me instead of fucking him?

Me: don't be vulgar

Zayn: oh? He domesticated you already?

Me: no, I just want to hang out.  All 5 of us, are you coming or not.

Zayn: five? Meaning liam is coming?

Me: yes you thirsty fucker.

Zayn: I'll be there in 10.

Me: you won't come for me, but you'll come for him?

Zayn: I've cum plenty times for you.

I chuckle at that.

Me: whatever just get your ass here.

He leaves me on read. 

***

"So what did liam and Niall say?" I ask, turning to look at louis.

"They're coming"

"Good " I say, walking towards him.

I pull him by the strings of his sweatpants, "are we good?" I ask him.

"I should be asking you that " he says, blinking up at me.

"I'm good"

"Then we're good " he says, wrapping his arms around my waist. 

I kiss his forehead. And pull him closer for a hug.  I don't know why, but i really enjoy having him so close to me. It's almost calming for me.

"So would you say, we're like fuck buddies now?" I ask him, cautiously.

It's really important to me that he knows where i stand, the last thing I want is to hurt him.

"Yes harry, you've finally gotten your way" he says, cuddling closer to me.

"Good" I say, smiling on top of his head.

"But fuck buddies are not exclusive harry, so don't start walking around like you own me " he says cautiously. Like he thinks I'm gonna snap at him.

"I told you Louis, you're mine "