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Chapter 13

Louis wakes up to Harry gently stroking his check. He blinks his eyes open and wipes the crust away. Harry's is spooning him like before expect this time his hand is under Louis' shirt, lying gently of him stomach. Louis would normally feel really insecure about it but for some reason the hand feels...right, like it belongs there.

Louis rolls onto his side to face Harry and smiles at him with open eyes. If Harry loves him then maybe he won't mind his dull eyes.

"Hi." Louis whispers as Harry moves his hand to Louis' lower back, his fingers barely touching Louis' waistband.

"Hello, love." Harry says and rubs his and Louis' noses together. That's an Eskimo kiss, Louis read about those a couple years ago when he was really into romance novels. The kiss is always cute, even the dots of the brail that form it are cute and it's all because they connect like puzzle pieces. Kind of like Louis and Harry.

Harry kisses Louis' forehead gently and pulls his face away from Louis, but only a little. Louis closes his eyes after that because even though they are in love his eyes are disgusting and those eyes can ruin everything.

"You're breath stinks!" Louis giggles and Harry pulls him closer, if possible. Their legs are tangled with Harry's hand lying on his lower back, the other one gently playing with the little long pieces of hair Louis has. His mum tells him that he really needs a haircut but it's not going to happen.

"So does yours!" Harry chuckles back. "Since we both smell, you won't mind this." Louis doesn't even get to respond because Harry's mouth is on his. They kiss softly, nothing hot like yesterday. Harry rubs his thumb on Louis' back. Harry's lips are so strange, they are thin but yet they are just thick enough and that make no sense but it's true. Harry pulls Louis' bottom lip with his teeth and god that's hot. Louis can feel those same butterflies so he pulls away.

"Harry?" He asks quietly. The big question that he really wants to ask is lying on the tip of his tongue.

"Yeah babe?"

"Am I still a virgin?" He whispers so quietly that he barely even heard it himself.

"Of course babe." Harry answers kindly as he rubs his thumb slower. Louis nods at him thankful that he's still a virgin and hopefully he'll be that way for a while. Then Louis' mind drifts off and lands in Harry.

"Are you a virgin?" As soon as the words are out of Louis' mouth he just wants the world to explode right now. He squeezes his eyes and pays that he didn't overstep a line with Harry. He wants to know the answer but he doesn't know if he wants Harry to say yes so that Louis knows that Harry understands and knows what he is doing or does he want Harry to say no, where Louis is alone and still an abnormal freak.

Then again what kind of popstar hasn't had sex before? Everyone wants them, they want to be them but they can't so they settle with sex. Louis knows that Harry has dated multiple people, all people Louis cried over because he believed that he would never get the chance to meet or see his idol.

Life's ironic but it's also a bitch.

"No." Harry coughs out. "I lost my virginity when I was 15, pretty young and I regret it so much. It was with some girl that I was dating and she said it would be fun but it wasn't, not one bit." Harry pulls Louis closer (honestly how much space is left between them) Harry's breath hits Louis' face as Harry's hand moves an inch up his back.

"Oh okay." Then Louis brain thinks harder and another horrifying question is leaving his mouth without permission. "How many people have you have sex with?" Louis blurts out and he quickly tries to cover his and stop the words but its way too late now. "Oh my god. Harry, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to just ask stuff like that it's not right-."